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Welcome to the mind of a misunderstood individual who exists in a world where conformity is praised and individuality is shunned. From the outside, he holds everything together but inside he struggles with the very forces that control us all: good and evil. The battle inside his head due to the opposing forces on his shoulders creates a cloud of confusion that the most skilled navigator can not find his way through. So as he charts his way on this unsteady course called life, he records it all on a page. A page that explores his consciousness. A page that explains the very fiber of his being. A page that is now open to you. Welcome to the Writings From a MadMan.




Wednesday, June 2, 2010

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Well I haven't posted something in what seems like forever. Its crazy because I've been off and yet had less time to really write. Also, the last few days I've been put into situations I'm not used to but was an experience none the less. But let me stop rambling and get to what you all came here to see. This poem/rap/whatever you wanna call it is just the outcome of the last few days so please excuse any randomness.


So many things I'm tryna say but not sure how to say it
no way to display it
not sure where to start
not sure bout my heart,
not sure of its presence,
not sure if it starts,
not sure if its leverage
to you cuz you know you still got a piece
but now when we together you just seam out of reach,
while I'm ignoring lessons won't let love teach, Cuz I don't wanna listen,
dats why I'm in detention,
facing all my demons, they bigger than what I feared,
writing down these tragedies feeling like Shakespeare,
he say its better to have loved and then lose it,
well tell that to my heart while your absence abuse it,
but I'll never let it show and never let you know,
and don't think that I'll interfere with your life cuz I won't ,
saw you with your new dude and honestly didn't care,
just wanted to let you know that I was still here.
Yes I'm still here and I know you prolly hate it,
kicked me to the curb cuz of words no debating,
so I just left, drew my path no retracing,
had to grow on my own,so its love no hating,
honestly the event at times makes me sick,
knowing how life's storms can destroy relationships,
so as the waves rage I remember the dry land,
before the clouds came just me and my old man.
Just me and my old man, wish I could attend that meeting
not for specifics, just wonder whats after evening
Do I get the cargoes ready for the summer
Or put the umbrella up ready for the rain
Do I get that nice tux ready for the slumber
Or get used to walking cuz I neva got my wings





P.S in the last line wings is pronounced wangs for all you not country people lol...Just so you wont think I tried to rhyme wings with rain...lol

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