Sunday, 14 October 2012

DEADLY BOMBS

DEADLY BOMBS
What if a poem went pluff
Just imagine if a sonnet went off
a deadly bomb in lines of spells
an ode,a lyric,some enchanted hells
The weapons are words, words can kill
And the prophets were poets yet still
Imagine it goes boom, filling the room
and blaw, who can survive the effects,
now imagine 66 books of Poetry
loaded readily in deadly cannons.



ANGRY

Am mad at this world so I smiled at her
Im cold like a refrigerator, never happier
I hate this world cuz im innocent
but she loves to hate me so I hate her.
Holdin so much pain in the palm of my hand
no longer can I play stupid or be immature
Got a sweet naive heart I want no more
and a child lives in me, I need the cure.
Im cold but in deeper im warmer inside
Im tryin to do good but fuck it, never
if im left the fuck alone, I'll be okay
but society stop tryna make me your way.

Mythical_Poet


Life is hard as a motherfucker u feel me
I had to close my eyes to see reality
Childhoods really a movie I wanna re-watch
fuck it im here now so Ill ride till I die
dont sell me that bullshit I know God is good
I talk with slang but im not from the hood
I just wanna get away hide away until the end
I dont trust a soul yo I am my only friend.



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