Long Theirselves Poems

I was born to be a survivor and a fighter.
That's why I became a writer.
As a child the physical abuse I endured.
Being a baby it was pretty absurd.

The child of recovering addicts.
Even one that still...

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Yo what's up bro, how've you been man? I know I haven't talk to you in a while. That's my fault. I just get so tied up with life and all the negative vibes that...

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I asked a scientist to make an olive's leaf,
So green with its juices,
Smelling spring and sweat from gatherers hands.
He answered that he couldn't.
I asked him to make the light of the sun,
Reflecting its warmth in...

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After your president you should go.
Be a proud for your country.
Concentrate to hold your children.
Don't mess with finance.
Every day is a new day to task yourself.
Forgetting the movements will stand you still.
Gas through the air.
Holds...

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Their is absence of truth,
Even there lies no lie.
Trust cannot find her root.
Distrust even did die.

In that place,
Joy is like the chaff blown by may's wind.
Even Sadness,cannot face
The dexterity veiling the pillar's hind.

In that place,
Cry...

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She brought her bestfriend
Said they're from the West End
We all dancing and jumping
Rum is the flavor we intend
You should se the way their bodies bend
Both their booties bumping
My house is where I brought both of...

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One by one they all line up
The smell of charred remains fills the air
"Get in line for a shower!" they shout
The men all line up with despair

"Take off your clothes and shoes,
So we can rid...

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In a city, Full of people Whom are all lost, but 
to themselves, I sit. Girls and boys, women and men
searching not for their souls, but others. They all 
feel alone yet billions are around....

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All by me scurvy seafarin’ self
Me pouch be empty;  nicked o' pelf
th' curvy wench tha' warmed me berth
lef' nary one ol' farrrthing's worth

On cap'n's orders bin swabbin' decks
seekin' sawder, spit-lickin' specks
afore ebb-tide 'til high...

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My cousin sure does have a big nose.
10 pounds of boogers come out when he blows.
Restaurant owners have to protect theirselves by installing huge sneeze guards.
Once he got some boogers on me and I hit...

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Here comes the new yam festival,
And all town's affected by its fever.
The chief food; Yam- Foofoo,
Sauntered in with stormy rule.
Twas mounted so high like an hill,
That the feasters couldn't theirselves see.
Variant hand pierce the mountain...

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