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This is just me writing a verse
About whatever came up first when the dictionary gave me a random word

Matricide

It was all going well I'd never felt better
I've been happy since we got together
You were always there for me and have helped me to grow
You gave me a feeling that I've never known
Until tonight and what I saw was my saddest sight
Instantly I knew I was going to do something bad tonight
I saw you kissing her, did you forget you have a wife?
I don't want to hear your apologies, or know if you feel bad inside
So as soon as you came home and walked through the door, I grabbed the knife
You tried to look at me, but the Blade was looking at your eyes
I said "I hate you" and I jabbed your insides
Pulled the blade out, I laughed, you cried
I slowly watched your life begin to go, it wouldn't have came to this if you hadn't lied
All you had to do was be faithful and tell her you have a wife
But now my husband is dead and I'm a wife who's committed Matricide


Hot-wire

I didn't listen when people said "Don't go there"
I wish I did, because now I'm in the middle of nowhere 
No friends with me, no phone no way of contacting loved ones
It's cold and raining, there's a forest nearby which has noises coming from
I'm shivering from the cold, but trying to carry on walking
My fears are letting some scary thoughts in
I'm trying to ignore them, and think about things that make me happy
But it's difficult because I can't remember when someone last walked past me 
I just need someone to be here, and help me find my way home
What if I don't get to say sorry for the things I said wrong?
My head is full of images of the people I love most
I ran away, but I now I need them most
I'm just a 17 year old who was acting out and playing up
If I get a next time, then my mouth will be staying shut
I won't be saying much
I can see a car park in sight, so I'm walking quicker
My fears are lower and my hopes are getting bigger
The car park is near empty, but I can see 2 cars with no people in
I need to make it home, so I've got  to break the law and commit a sin
I know I shouldn't, but I've got to hotwire this car
Its my only way to make it home
I need to get my act right when i make it back tonight
Thank you god, for giving me a chance to go home and apologize for my wrongs

Intensive care-unit 

I put pen to paper as I find it therapeutic
Without my pen and pad, I would be in an intensive care unit 
Go through my pad and see how much I share through it 
I challenge myself to get better, so I'm not comparable
You'd need a miracle and 1 million wishes to be this lyrical
Challenge me to a write off and your ego won't be repairable
I'll give you a head start, write 100 poems in advance
Hit me over the head with a dictionary and you still won't have a chance
Writers block is a myth it doesn't exist
When you have a drought with rhymes, I'll be flooding it
Maybe I'm wrong for setting you a target you couldn't hit
You could blindfold me and I still wouldn't miss
Because I write quicker than Usain Bolt runs
Filled in a 300 page pad in a day
And I still had more to say
When it comes to the greatest poets, maybe I won't be named as one
Maybe I'm too vain for some
Maybe I listen to, too much Hip-Hop, and they don't like that my poetry has a Hip-Hop vibe to it
But if I get an idea, how could I not write to it
Sometimes I like to have fun and not write about my troubled mind
Maybe I focus too much on double rhymes
But I grew up on Hip-Hop so it's kind of my thing
You won't create your best work if you don't have the mind of a king
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