Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Used to smoke meth Joke about death Choke in a sesh Rope around neck Wake in cold sweats Razor Gillette Blade to my neck
By James Harrison8 years ago in Poets
Waking up like oh no, again? Waking up broke again Just broke my pen Good thing I have an iPhone to vent I need a loan for rent
Parents say, “I can’t stand her.” “She’ll be the death of me.” “I’m too old for this.”People say she needs to take care of herself,Stop being overdramatic.Her guardians can’t take care of her forever.Eventually, she’ll be on her own.
By Riel Redwolf8 years ago in Poets
To serve and protect Protect me from who? Because it should be you This hypocritical saying you wear that badge like your crown mr police man don't say you're here to keep me safe
By Dominique Arriaga8 years ago in Poets
Lessons not learned in a classroom. Blackboard streets and they have one thing to teach It's neighborhood lessons so lets begin this class because all I can hear are the screeches
I possess a weapon. That's right. You read that correctly. I have a weapon. It's perfectly legal, Yet it's more powerful
By Matt Martin8 years ago in Poets
A new year im focused, clean slate or so it seems this is unlike no other dream ive chased, pardon my mistakes set to humiliate...
By Kenneth Davis8 years ago in Poets
Missing the obsession of scribbling my own name. Missing to impress myself Missing all the times worrying about me problems
By Alicia Wright8 years ago in Poets
You always hear things like "Daddy's little girl" To be his girl, I'd guess you'd need a daddy in the equation. Like 2+2x3+6/1=18
By Renee McGowen8 years ago in Poets
Describing my depression to you is as impossible as for one buried alive to lift his gravestone. Everything you say rings like the church bell when it strikes 12, carries the stench of failure.
Theres a thing called free will: The ability to act at one’s own discretion. But every movement Requires introspection
By Scarlen Severino8 years ago in Poets
Testing 1, 2, 3 I know its been awhile since I written somethin the devil been down my back breedin somethin I go down the road lookin for somethin
By Val Moore8 years ago in Poets
