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Sumtimes I Click

I am,
or shld i say we r
i cld swear im bipolar
tripolar, quadpolar, grab a cola take a
seat n listen
i jus nid ur earz, i cld neva have ur 
heart, believe me i tried
n ma mind?
lost dat so löng ago
i only knw it as consiousnes, its hidin in
ma head sumwere.
I knw its there sumwere coz every otha 
day it clicks, in dat breif
moment i experience gud pain
the kind thats just enuf to kip u frm the
bad kind
the kind that leaves an ugly scar
n unlike da duckling time wont make 
ths 1 a swan.
I cld have sworn
infact i swear i knw beta
extra extra read al abt it
go ahead n tel the world that im its
smartest fool and if im schooled it can 
only mean im
grouped wit da fishes,
gosh im slipin wit da fishes,
lifes maffia's got to me...
Tho its dark, its kinda comfy in this 
boot/
trunk SPACIOUS
It must be a be a benzo, maybach : )
always wanted to ride in 1
look how it had to happen
bt i kip smilin
godfather cldnt get me to kis hs pinkie 
ring
heck i cld take hm out if you put me in a
ring,
i run wit GOD THE FATHER
n dats y im stil standing
even wen ma whole worlds shaking 
nuthn lasts 4eva
certainly not this uncertainity
that has threatend ma sanity,
moments ago my mind clickd
i felt gud pain
ma life jus gathered momentum ima 
be aite
and yeah if u stil wonderin, i am nuts
da kinda crazy dat makes people give
their hearts
wen they knw they r playin darts
in the dark wit no hands
yeah dats me
: )
THE END

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Is Trust An Emotion

Is trust an emotion?
I pause jus for a moment hopin to
ponder
abt how ths elephant got to sitin 
on ma
shoulder
im supposed to b a soldier bt ths 
comotion in ma mind seems to
threaten my exposure
wonder how it became a secret, 
that i
was jus flesh and bone
just a man
cast some darknes on ma paper so i 
cn c ths world is bizzare the light is 
blinding
me
the ones i claim my own cannot 
bare the
site of me
and ths is all because of me, but 
who is
me? Faults and mistakes 
superimposd often
look the same
but mistakes only become wat they 
r
once atempted
nuthing ventured nuthng gained
nuthin ventured nuthng lost so y 
shld i apologize?
When attempts u expect of me give 
birth
to my mistakes
i have failed, i have been victorious
what then defines the man i am?
The moments i overcame? Or the 
mistakes that came and stayed to
remind me
to b wiser o die
bt death aint alway when u stop 
breathn.
Sumitmes its just wen ur life loses
meanin wen u lose what at the 
time seemd to b
ur reason 4 breathn..
In dat very moment, even 4 an 
instance,
u r dead...
bt i go bek to the question
is trust an emotion.? Trust is takin 
a leap, a giant 1, neva
pausin to blink.
Even wen u knw that the fal is wot
envitably cums next,.
trust is holdin ur breath til ur lungs
burn... Hopin.... N hop is all dat 
saves us
we fal in slow motion creatin da 
illusion
dat mayb....
n jus mayb we cn fly,.
Bt ofcourse we cnt,
cyclic story always ends wit a bg 
thud, as da knight trades hs shining 
armor for a
stockin mask he becums the thug...
And da princess takes a bow, her 
interest
was al a pretence..
So no, trust is nt an emotion its a 
choice...
Its a risk, calculated o nt dat we 
willingly take..
We cnt live behind a glas window 
lest da
world myt hurt us....
Coz pain is always beta than the
emptines of nuthn...
Ths our love myt hurt sum day.. Bt 
its beautiful today
nw knwin al this.. A simple 
question i
must enquire..
Do u trust me?

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Random Thots That Hit Me

The fact 
that 
today 
wont 
last 
foeva 
wont
change 
2mo,. 
Funmy 
how 
yesterdays
brightest 
moments, 
luk as 
dull as a
candle 
standin 
next to 
the 
sun... 
Ever
heard of 
da black 
shade of 
wite? 
Dnt say
never, 
coz 
ever's nt 
a 
constant, 
ya'l dnt 
get da 
concept .. 
Fire 
trucks 
are 
flamable,
like 
eminem 
said.. 
We al 
nid a 
hero, bt
who wil 
save the 
hero 
since 
nuthn 
lasts
4eva..? 
O mayb 
we jus 
say dat 
wen we
lose 
sumthn 
to 
soothe 
ourselves? 
Yet
often we 
lose 
ourselves 
askin 
stupid 
questions 
like wat 
if left is 
truly 
rite? N to
da truth 
our eyes 
go blind, 
that if u 
push
wit ur 
might 
then 
want cnt 
be done
suddenly 
mite....becum 
posible 
n ths is al
plausible.. 
I dreamt 
it while 
dreamin...
While 
othaz 
breathe 
wen 
they r nt 
living... 
6 bilion 
posible 
ways to 
live life, 
1
for each 
of us, im 
just 
waitin 4 
da day
that one 
of us do 
it rite.

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3 Candles

3 great women in ur life,
three candlesticks sent to bring u 
lite,
show u were u r in life and where u 
cld
be,
if u listen u can hear em whispher,
cheering u on as u journey thru da 
darknes,
listen to ur angels, u thot they were 
just
candles?
I gues that cld explain the way u
handeled em
even when their tears like wax tried 
to warn u with their burn, u were 
stil a fool
with a prize he did nt earn,
u lost 1 ( 1 candle dies)
2 great women in ur life,
2 candlesticks sent to bring u lite,
show u were u r in life and where u 
cld be,
if u listen u can hear em shouting,
cheering u on as u journey thru da
darknes,
listen to ur angels, u thot they were 
just
candles? Life has u in its snare, 
unforgivingly its
stares,
its nt as bright as it was before bt u 
can
stil c, soldier on,u can make it 
through
the rain..
The rain? Wat of those that light ur 
path
u 4got ur angels
u didnt c ur world grow darker u 
didnt
protect or cradle
the rain just stole a candle
u lost 2( another candle dies) 1 
great woman in ur life,
one candlestick sent to bring u lite,
show u were u r in life and where u 
cld
be,
if u listen u can hear her screaming,
cheering u on as u journey thru da 
darknes,
listen to ur angel, she is more than 
jus a
candle..
Ur world is so much darker
u hold her closer as she flickers
pause to take a picture ( flash) its 
good u finaly c her worth
bt no candle lasts foreva
as u get to that finish line
she gives her final ray of light
u thank her with a kiss so lite, and 
finaly
embrace the night, u r home and 
so is she..
(Final canndle dies)
THE END

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Goodbye

I speak of my tears
sparked by ma fears
of what would have been
Because what was,
put way too much pressure on my sanity
now im surrounded by confusion 
inside of me
is all this drama 
because of me?
Am i my own enemy?
Or am I sleeping with the enemy?
Crime of passion
memories of the past flashing
kill me with your love
Why don't you
love so intense, it hurts
were we lied to? 
is ths all a curse? 
i don't want to miss you forever 
yet I wouldn't dare to forget you
hugs and kisses,
we hope to share
but here we are exchanging blank stares
take the elevator baby 
Ima take the stairs
thIs way I never get to say the word
Goodbye.......

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Underground Madness

this is 
the 
redefition 
of ones 
definition
an 
undastandin 
of 
self,fueled 
NOT by 
raw
uncontrolable 
emotion
but by 
pure 
intuition
a mans' 
worth is 
weighed 
by his 
decisions
wat of 
those i 
make 
not for 
ma 
own? 
Intuition 
is 
thought 
without 
origin
we 
follow 
but do 
not 
question
yet we 
do not 
face the 
truth
a truth 
we do 
not 
know 
that we 
know
like how 
our 
hopes 
are 
dreams 
we never
dreamt r 
the 
choices 
we've 
made 
truely 
our own?
Or our 
thoughts 
just 
words 
on a 
script,
and life 
is the 
stage 
we're on
i dnt 
knw 
which 
page im 
on
and the 
page 
that 
follows 
seemingly
"unwritten" 
bares 
faint 
imprints 
of our 
story, ITS
ALREADY 
WRITTEN
we're 
just doin 
the 
tracing
so arises 
the 
question:
if u 
didnt 
decide 
to read 
this
and 
these 
words 
were 
never 
mine to 
write
who am 
i?
And 
even 
more 
importantly, 
who r u?