Son

Shit son,
keep your job son,
don't quit son,
don't pursue your dreams son,
you can't make it son,
you want money son,
don't be like your sister son,
live in comfort son,
I have a lot to give you son,
just be smart son,
don't be naive son,
life is hard son,
oh cmon son,
don't you see all that I have son,
it's more than what your mom has son,
you want a lot of things son,
don't you son,
you failed all your grades in school son,
don't go to college son,
it costs money son,
you can't afford it son,
I never had rich parents son,
when I was a boy son,
if you leave son,
I won't support you son,
you wouldn't want that son,
would you son?

-Dad

(I'm thankful I have a dad
some don't.)

Here's a blog that isn't a poem..

NOPE JUST KIDDING, I'M LYING AND SHIT

I WROTE A FUCKING BLOG BUT DELETED IT.

SO HERE I AM WRITING ANOTHER RHYME

BECAUSE I HAVE NO LIFE AND PLENTY OF TIME.

SHIT, WHY AM I WRITING IN CAPS

WHILE WATCHING PORN, CRAP CRAP CRAP

ALL I DO IS *FAP FAP FAP*

THAT MEANS I'M JERKING OFF

FOR THOSE WHO DON'T KNOW

I GET OFF TO WOMEN NAKED IN THE SNOW.

OH NO, HERE I GO NOT MAKING ANY SENSE

BUT A PENNY FOR MY THOUGHT

JUST WOULDN'T MAKE CENTS.

I'D RATHER BE IN A DITCH AND ROT

THEN HAVE YOU FIGURE ME OUT,

SO STOP.

END.

FIN.

*BANG*

Sea!

I like to make rhymes
and if this wasn't said it'd be a waste.
I could throw punches,
but,
I like your face.
What?

"Where the fuck are you going with this?".

Who the fuck cares

Your face is so ugly everyone stares.
Deep down inside I'm sure that your pretty
beautiful, smart, talented and witty.

Till that comes out you're just shitty
So low and filthy people hate that you're alive.
They'll be your friend talk to you and jive,

but if I was me, which I am,
then you can see that I wouldn't waste 5.
Minutes to hours to days to months to years
that's the story of your life and no one cares.

Except for me, since I have me, you see
this poem is really about me reflecting off me.
I can lift me up and bring me down
See, my life is on me, I'm responsible for me.

OMG, SEE! SEE? SEE!?

WoOoOoOO!

Eenie meenie miny moe,
All you muther fuckers know
I'm a big weenie SO
eenie meenie mine oh no,
Where did all my balls just go?
All my balls just go?

What the fuck?

Don't you know, that I just go
right with the flow so let me go
and reap all of my shit I sow.

Slap a bitch
smack a ho
shit I'd do more
bend her over
till she can touch a toe
fuck her in the butt
since she's a slut,

Oh god damn, this rhythmical
structure is not correct,
and every rhyme I spew,
I love it so much
my penis will just stand erect.
I wouldn't give 2 squirts of piss
so don't read it.
because It's shit.

this shit's so gay

It'll make a homo leave
and not wanna stay.
which is okay,
who the fuck is reading this anyway?

blah blah blah is all I say
and make it rhyme which is okay.

Not it's not, it's third grade junk
like all the shit inside my trunk.

Truth truth truth,

It's all just tongue and cheek.

Truth truth truth
It's what I'll never speak.

With every artist comes a image he portrays and a picture that he paints.

If I could only learn to take,
my anger and my hate.
Control my mental state
settle down and just set it straight.
Maybe I could learn to take
a second to pump my brakes
before I say it, regret it later
and let it escalate.

But by then it's just too late.

There's only so much I can take
so much I can swallow and tolerate.
Till the point where I just break
snaps, and that's all it takes

Hopefully by then I would have
learned from all of my mistakes.

Untitled

Only so many times I can be patient.
Only so many times I can be a nice a guy.

Only so many times I can joke about when
I choke a slut and cut open her throat.
What do I gotta do to get through to you
to show you that I don't give a fuck
if you, suck a dick, gag and choke.

Doctor, I'm sick.

Prescribe me the medication
because this temptation of
self mutilation is taking it's toll.
Shit, I don't even know
am I the only fucking person
who's normal anymore?

Ily

If I had besties who Ily'd me
I'd post problems every ten minutes.
So I could get support, but I don't.
Strictly because I have humility
who'd wanna bear my problems
when I don't wanna bear my own?
Every thing in my life is reaped
from shit that I've sown.

That isn't the case.

When I have a desire, it's like a fire.
I cannot quit, even if it takes years to get.
You can laugh and tease
get me on my hands and knees
and I will still fight.
My load is not light.
This world is not right.
Everyone can go with the flow
and think it's alright.

Fuck that,

Working eight to five
trying to deal with shit.
Sometimes I wanna throw in the towel
and just quit and sit,
waiting for an opportunity
to come find me.
But if it was that easy, then see
I would be a rocker with my name in lights
and every fucking song I wrote
would have copy rights.
But that isn't case,
I walk through the streets
with no one knowing my face.
Until all you muther fuckers
will know my name is......

I agree.

Happiness doesn't exist
it lays in the bottom of the ocean
with fish.
Fuck this,
Create happiness on your own
plant the seeds and let it be grown.
Do what you want, head up in the sky
don't answer questions
"What?" "How?" or "Why?"
In fact, raise the middle finger
high up in the air.
Show these muther fuckers
that you just don't care.
Anywhere you live
Anything you do
Who can stop you?