Black Poetry : 3 year old poem

Doryea

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Anyway was going through some old stuff when iwa s still in high school and I came across a few o my old poems... I honestly wish i can have back the feeling i did wit my writin iw as honestly stunned the way and how emotional I used to write but anyway ya'll be the judge


Baby I'm so confused..... i dont even know wat to do
Everyone all on me... I cant breathe
What am I meant to be?....

Everyday i wake up livin in the same rountine
why can i just break the ritual and make the green
Yet i still do the same things that everyone wants me do
but deep on the inside i feel like a fool,
To me it looks like everyones already laid the steps I'm meant to take
But....
why cant i just step to the side and break the tape...
everyday feel like um a hostage in my own **** mind, litterally going insane
I'm gone numb.... I can't even feel the pain no more
Things have just gone way past the sky,
I'm walkin the tight rope, livin the line
Thinkng..... about what shud be mine..
I stand up and grasp for it but i cant reach it.....
I just noticed my arms have been cut short

Love and lust some people think it the same thing
Why?... I don't know...
is this what they call life?....
I'm full of mistakes....Sigh
Why?... I don't know...
is this what they call life?....
Losing the people that really care, pushing them away making them hate me
Why god? Is the devil still trappin me again?
Tell me what is my inevitable plan to overcome the odds of the spirits deadliest man.
His got that strong chokehold
Is my heart strong enough to break.......it....
You know I wished that life had moved on...
I still have them guesome thoughts in my head
They at the edge and ready to spread.... like..
A viral infection hidden deep within my blood stream
Some people think life's all about happiness and bliss
Not every kid goes home to a mother to kiss
Why?... I don't know...
is this what they call life?....
I used to think to myself... "only in the land of the free"
Then i realized you can't live through a storm without the left behind debris
Sometimes i wish i could just be the Grim Reaper and bring back the dead that's inside me
But tell me......
What really is destiny?....
Is it the steps that you already taken...
Or the steps about to be?
I ponder.....still tryna figure out my lifelong question...
Why is it that i'm the missing puzzle piece in the wrong box???


Baby I'm so confused I dont even know wat to do
Everyone all on me.... Baby I can't breathe
What am I meant to be?.....
 
you are that you are and what u are to be
this was awesome smooth and a treat
took me right here..

Everyday i wake up livin in the same rountine
why can i just break the ritual and make the green
Yet i still do the same things that everyone wants me do
but deep on the inside i feel like a fool,
To me it looks like everyones already laid the steps I'm meant to take.



This right here grab me...
 

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