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Random Poem 3
I just wanted to find a place to share my work
At times thinking, should of kept it to myself
Met some good people I thought I could trust
Came across more fake bitches that almost had me run
Never understood people with their stupid head games, but I don’t play
So I told myself it’s me writing these words!
Won’t change, I’m no one’s whore!
Still I was beaten down, lost, and forgotten
But that was back when I was just a puppet
[i]When all feels at a lose
And the light is getting dimmer
Just take it upon yourself, and return back to zero
To ZeRo! To ZeRo!!
Devil’s Child, always saying what I’m thinking
Like, shut the fuck up Crow piss
Or stick it up your ass you Stuck bitch
Maybe it’s stupid, but I get a good laugh
As I look around the room and ask
Why so serious?
If you don’t get me by now
Never did and never will
When all feels at a lose
And the light is getting dimmer
Just take it upon yourself, and return back to zero
To ZeRo! To ZeRo!!
Some people I see as jokes
Yet, those same jokes get the most notice
Guess I shouldn’t care though
Don’t want to sound too spiteful after all
I can always appreciate some good art
Just thinking poetry is being mistaken for ass kissing and blog post
Not exactly art to me
But hey, what do I know?
When all feels at a lose
And the light is getting dimmer
Just take it upon yourself, and return back to zero
To ZeRo! To ZeRo!!
So where do I go from here?
Regardless, I’m always going to change things up
Because once your art gets old, you get old
And I’m feeling rather young of late
Like I don’t need anyone, or their fake asses
And I’ll always remind myself of this every time I get low
Because I love the words I write, every damn poem I did!
I see the love, I see the heart, and I think that’s fucking art!
Maybe just to in love with myself, but it just seems rare to me
You know, someone that is real
It’s a rarity[/i]
At times thinking, should of kept it to myself
Met some good people I thought I could trust
Came across more fake bitches that almost had me run
Never understood people with their stupid head games, but I don’t play
So I told myself it’s me writing these words!
Won’t change, I’m no one’s whore!
Still I was beaten down, lost, and forgotten
But that was back when I was just a puppet
[i]When all feels at a lose
And the light is getting dimmer
Just take it upon yourself, and return back to zero
To ZeRo! To ZeRo!!
Devil’s Child, always saying what I’m thinking
Like, shut the fuck up Crow piss
Or stick it up your ass you Stuck bitch
Maybe it’s stupid, but I get a good laugh
As I look around the room and ask
Why so serious?
If you don’t get me by now
Never did and never will
When all feels at a lose
And the light is getting dimmer
Just take it upon yourself, and return back to zero
To ZeRo! To ZeRo!!
Some people I see as jokes
Yet, those same jokes get the most notice
Guess I shouldn’t care though
Don’t want to sound too spiteful after all
I can always appreciate some good art
Just thinking poetry is being mistaken for ass kissing and blog post
Not exactly art to me
But hey, what do I know?
When all feels at a lose
And the light is getting dimmer
Just take it upon yourself, and return back to zero
To ZeRo! To ZeRo!!
So where do I go from here?
Regardless, I’m always going to change things up
Because once your art gets old, you get old
And I’m feeling rather young of late
Like I don’t need anyone, or their fake asses
And I’ll always remind myself of this every time I get low
Because I love the words I write, every damn poem I did!
I see the love, I see the heart, and I think that’s fucking art!
Maybe just to in love with myself, but it just seems rare to me
You know, someone that is real
It’s a rarity[/i]
Published 18th Apr 2015
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18th Apr 2015 6:31pm
19th Apr 2015 00:19am
No frustration, just writing as i think ^^
Though with how beautiful the days have been i should be writing about such beauty :-)
Though i originally wrote this to be my 100th poem but lost it, lol. So i wrote the other poem then i remembered most the lines to this poem so i thought i would try to rewrite it from memory.
Though with how beautiful the days have been i should be writing about such beauty :-)
Though i originally wrote this to be my 100th poem but lost it, lol. So i wrote the other poem then i remembered most the lines to this poem so i thought i would try to rewrite it from memory.
18th Apr 2015 7:00pm
Amazing and on a real level you have Some of tbe most brilliant poetry i always enjoy reading so thank you :)
19th Apr 2015 00:22am
Your love and support always makes me smile :-)
But i will tell you the same. Your poetry has no bullshit. When i read your poems i hear your voice, see your love, and it's rare ;-)
But i will tell you the same. Your poetry has no bullshit. When i read your poems i hear your voice, see your love, and it's rare ;-)
Anonymous
18th Apr 2015 7:59pm
Poison Pen: Releasing poison through penning (poems). It's a great way to unleash. Enjoyed!. . .Devlin.
19th Apr 2015 00:29am
