54 percent may seem like just a number,
A number that means nothing.
54 percent of girls think that what they look like defines who they are.
That being skinny will get you far.
The perfect hair and the perfect smile.
Hiding behind masks of insecurity.
54 percent of girl believe that beauty is only skin deep.
Everyday waking up,
Putting on a mask of makeup.
Straightening your hair to the perfect style.
Because what you look like,
Must map out your life.
Beauty is not only skin deep,
Beauty thrives from the depths of your soul,
Out unto the most beautiful face of all.
But I guess I can’t talk,
Being as I am part of that 54 percent.
Categories:
precent, beauty,
Form: Ballad
Poetry flows above me
I ghost write and show the lyrics disguise me.
City lacks the spirit.
The living room the xmas tree.
Ornaments are bored trapped inside the box
the style is free.
Bruce lee said it'll separates us.
50 said to change it up
if they hate let them hate and watch the money pile up.
Thats how it is now a days.
If its funny ill record it.
Cartoons for my nephews.
I remember I had curfew,
moms perfume on dads clothes and Pine soul on the furniture.
I show the past not to reflect the future or to rap the precent.
Just to give the message that we are still in a checklist.
So far I've survived this beautiful nightmare.
So long i deserve to dream.
My eyes recognize the year passed me by.
A poet destroyed but felt welcomed back in with an invite.
Its a cold world i cool it down with ice.
She's real nice.
Life is ice in the winter time.
Categories:
precent, beautiful, cool, december, winter,
Form: Rhyme
Oh So you think your honest?
Wait till you hear me drunk.
Categories:
precent, life,
Form: Verse
whats in a name
what do we have in common
the list the changing rules
the game of the treasure
the game we play to strategise to keep ourselves alive
shoe
shoe
shoe fly
im tongue tied
got your marble in my pocket gonna walk around this box
ring your bell in record time
never forget this
where we hiding now
I'm on my way to you
where are you
I'm on my way to the place there isn't
im on my way for them to find me
the abstarct in the middle
the inbetween of everything
whats in a name
whats inbetween you and me
what ghosts and chains whisper in the wind
lists of lists
and in the box
3 different colored numbers among a box full of objects
rules for fools
rules for fools
play to live
play to get rich
or play to wash your hands of it
seven to one
seven to one
dont forget there is a past a precent and a future
from shoes to pumpkins
from lanterns to christmas
gods plane ticket
rememberance to forgiveness
time bomb tricking
Categories:
precent, mysteryurdu,
Form: Ghazal