Poem: Random Poem (Need help naming it.)
I say what I mean, and trust me I mean what I say. For some reason my words can't be seen, no matter what time of day. Not even seen by night, so listen. Try with all your might. You never know what you'll be missin', just listen. Don't be judgin', don't be dissin'. I'm sittin, watchin' as my pen flows. I go through so many too fast; everyone wonders where the ink goes. Sometimes it seems like I ain't heard, well ain't that just my luck. People always talk behind my back, but we both know I don't give a ********. Some people have 20/20 vision, but thy always refuse to see. They don't realize that there's a darker half to me. Always just beneath the surface, dying to get out. Stay on my good side, 'cause I might not break your face. I'll hold my breath so I can hear your every shout. Never said I had God's grace. However, I cherish each breath. I never take 'em for granted. Some people do, some people even demand it. It's hard for me to stand it. Watch everyone else succeed, while I'm here in the dark. My heart unable to bleed, Pain had to leave its mark. Yeah it's true. I ain't famous yet, and just for all you haters. Feel free to place your bet. 'Cause unfortunately for you, all this s**t ain't over yet. Still got plenty left to say, it may not mean much to you but it's what I feel like every day. Do with it what you will; you don't know what I be feelin'. Didn't know my words could kill, so I felt I should be kneelin'. It's never too late to pray, hope my soul can be redeemed from all that I gotta say. Hopin' that God answers back, hopin' that one day, I'll make up for everything that I lack. People don't have a clue what I've lost. They don't know what I've been through, they don't realize the cost. I could tell 'em, but they'd refuse to see. They don't understand that I've locked away my heart, and I can't seem to find the key. After everything I've been through, I've lost myself in the process. I've traveled this rocky path with one shoe, and it's the other I obsess. It seems no matter what I do, my efforts seem to matter less and less. It's like I'm stuck and can't progress. One day I'll be makin' big bucks, 'cause I didn't give up when you said my writing sucks. It doesn't suck, obviously not. Open your eyes; you'll see this verse is steamin' 'cause it's so hot. I can only imagine how hard this is for people like you to digest, but I gotta let out all this emotion that I've got compressed in my chest. If bein' perfect is what your lookin' for, I've already failed your test. All I can do is try my best, I just hate how my best always seems to be second guessed. See, I don't play that game. When some people fail, they look for other people to blame. Some people call me pessimistic, but to me it's called keepin' my feet on the ground. I'm just bein' realistic. It seems like I keep goin' around and around. Through the trees, up and over this mount too. It's like success is just a tease 'cause of this lyrical chain that I'm bound to.
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-im under a bridge-
heather?