As 365 days pass,
I still look at the same moon glistening over the same ocean
I still hear your soft laughs in my head,
I can still see some of our broken faded memories,
As I keep coming back I keep remembering,
All those restless nights and happy days,
I would die just for those 365 days.
I chose myself over her...
Was i wrong?
I wanted it to end, altogether...
Was i wrong?
There comes a sense of impending doom, sooner or later,
For the better, we turned lovers to haters...
Was i wrong?
'Was i wrong?' is what I'm stuck at,
Can't find someone to answer it all...
'Am i wrong?' is what is bugging me,
Nobody on the other side to call...
I sometimes think about the setting sun,
If I might rise again...
Admiring the strength it takes,
To rise and fall everyday...
I love the moon, the spots on it too, and the message it portrays...
It's empowering to see such imperfect perfection, admired everyday...
I love the stars, even the falling ones,
They say that everything decays...
It's all just a matter of time,
For all of us to be replaced...
No, I'm not irreplaceable,
I thought about it, gave it a day...
All i figured out was that,
We're here, on earth, for a vacay...
None of us have a purpose big enough,
not even a consolidated state...
You can choose to die like a hero,
And hope you're forgotten late...
I have been messing around with some friends texting freestyle rap battles against each other to pass the time. Here's an example. I'll leave out my friend's name though. He said that I could share his verse.
This is his verse
I splatter words on canvases look in between the lines not to close you will receive nerve damage to many letters in front of your eyes then again you'll manage
This is mine...
Yes I can manage the damage with the mind of a savage. Words razor sharp causing havoc better get you a bandage. I'm on a wicked mission and I scare all your children. When you step in my vision you must not have an interest in living. Getting in my face is risky mind sick like a disease I'm quick to get pissy and hit you with a 3 piece... With a pop pop pop man that's onomatopoeia! Going up against me man I don't wanna be ya. Looking at your homies I see they don't want none either. So I'll chew you up and spit you out and leave you in the ether.
I feel like I came out ahead. But sometimes I'm better when I don't think about what's going to come out.
Chinese Freestyle Poem
To be a crane upon a mountainside
Would be a fine, indeed.
To be lapis-lazuli
Would also be noble.
Somehow the wind blowing in Wintertime
Makes one long for lonely places.
This is just a freestyle poem
I really don't have much time
I love to sit and wonder
I crack up every time I rhyme
all you have to do in life
if you want to get ahead
is beat your sister up the stairs
on the way to bed
when you start to take life too seriously
it's not fun to play anymore
everything's so serious
everyone is a bore.
I say we should all freestyle
maybe just for today
we don't know what you're thinking
so what do you have to say?
L-ost we have this true great gift
O-nce so shared, but now so missed
V-ery few, are left and now carry
E-ver so great, so great and merry
A- true great gift so pure and true
L-et me share, this gift with you......
L-ove you forever....love is my gift to you!
F-orgive me Father, for I have sinned
A- better child of God, I could have been
I-n temptation I fell, but now commit
T-o praise and cherish every single gift
H-oly Father, that to me you give!
Im sitting in my room...
Just hanging out..
Just thinking about so many things.
My mind races..
But
I've learned to not let it get ahead of me
Today the old me is dead to me
I got fed up of bleeding out
So
I work hard every day to improve myself
Grinding is so much easier without the constant
Rewinding, back tracking and regretting
Life doesn't care about timing
When we make that choice
Its called perfect timing.
Anyone can make it flow if they go,
Diddy didn’t did he though,
Did diddy do that did he
and did Diddy go pro,
Diddy didn’t no
he didn’t steal the show
just showed skills below
par bellowing out no go no no all slow
he’s no pro bro skills don’t grow.
I’m up here and you’re down low,
you say that you’re an MC,
I think you’re an EMPTY,
don’t agitate or tempt me
to vent at present with plenty to be appreciated,
you’ll be slated,
I give it whole while you rhyme grated,
misplaced and flakey,
you’re just a fake G,
mistaking where your place be,
face don’t phase me,
beat you when I’m lazy,
now move away before I get crazy.
I write to live
without it I can't see a life ahead of it
Impressions I can't get addicted
to making them
Used too skate in downtown Los Angeles
Used too hit Venice
just too smoke and look at envision
Different notebooks driven in silence
by scriptures
The skyscrapers like a phenomenal creature
I'm never alone
I don't need a role I am with the ghouls
Everyone lies everyone sides everyone dies
alone
It's just my era like I let loose with a Beretta
No art or potential your brain melted by the media
No thoughts or plans to make it on your own
I'll let you fall you get back on your feet alone
Science is my bible
N Google is my reverend
I read more than 66 books so my verses never end,
Yes I guess am a mess
And life's a game of chess,
But am too blind to check mates,
Not a fruit fan so I don't do dates,
Am a linesman,
Hoping one match is enough to make my name stick,
Mic trembles in my hands and am on the beach where time forms the sands and g strings guitar the bands,
Tryna deal with the y's that come after my ex's,
Escaping the prison where society pees on the average brain,
Fate is a ***** she gives head,
I became unusual instead,
Sleep is me pretending to be dead,
Am a creep,
My scars run deep,
How many?
Those are counts I can't keep,.
Am scared of my shadow,
So I walk in darkness.
This ends my freestyle,
Punchlines I guess I rap fiststyle And a heavy beat,
That's how I injure basic brains.
Elliepoet
~Very Happy St. Patrick's Day~
(Free Style)
St. Patrick's Day
we're celebrating today
folks wear color green
They drink green beer and dance
and throw parades everywhere
people wear shamrocks
St. Patrick's Day
is a day of magic
merry and laughter
people celebrate
drink eat, have fun with family friends
some also dance, have a ball
Might see a Leprechaun
or a pot just filled of gold
at the end of a rainbow
I wish you the best
may you enjoy this fun fare
all the entire day.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2010
March.17.2017
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain
Wishing You And Yours a Very Happy And Safe St. Patrick's Day!
I'm barely staying alive
Staying alive for sorrow
Together we for tomorrow
Mixing tears with tequila
Sippin on the tequila
And I hope to see ya
I'd hate to be ya
Adios!
A cobra on the land is a cobra in the shrubs and still the cobra on the hills
The fire that ravages the grasses fear no Greenness of the forest
It first wears them rags and strips them naked
Dare not my laughing hyena
I cleanse the bones and make them hopeless even in the life aftermath.
I don't just bark.... I bite and crack to the marrow.
Feel like roaring like a lion that I am
King of the jungle
Still the champ in the Royal rumble
The face doesn't make me humble
I run and ruin the hurdles
In scores of minutes i do double
In all of these, still I don't tumble
Girls dem daddy, but they call me uncle
Cos i conquer the heavy Ukwu ukwu
Don't give a damn about the looku looku
(FM CONCEPTUAL)
If we made love on the 4th how would the 5th feel
If i was holding you now how would the grip feel
Lips seal cause you're speechless
Legs wide as I reach this special section
Juices flowing got your Pu see flexing
I'm making myself at home with strokes of perfection
Our eyes connect wit stares of reflection
Passion a little sweat moans say no regret
Digging nails in my skin & didn't climax yet
Laying together in the dark make our bodies silhouette
In this moment we have everything
Forgetting what we'll never get
Love ends our everyday
Just like the sunset
T.B.T
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