Icing on the Cake
Just another individual with a lot of feelings and no good way to express them.
Icing on the Cake
Just another individual with a lot of feelings and no good way to express them.
Just another individual with a lot of feelings and no good way to express them.
Just another individual with a lot of feelings and no good way to express them.
No matter how many tears your cry. No matter how hard you try. No matter what you did for the other guy. No matter how much you think you’re fly. No matter Who it is or What it was No matter how many kisses and how many hugs
The following statement may open your eyes The Reality of Death is we all Die.
All that glitters is not gold. I wasn’t asked to be on this earth so I’m just going with the flow. My hearts too cold and my thoughts?…. White as Snow And you can’t take no breaks when you was only trained to Go.
Born to die and I’m dying to live. Some may cry when you die , Others don’t give a fuck who you is. Some may lie on ya name, Others gonna tell it like it is. God Forbid I die right now , may my soul find all of my brother’s kids
This isn’t a poem, it’s a cry for help. Burning with rage my tears make my skin melt. If these words didn’t come out my mouth Can you still feel the pain that I had felt?
As plain as the naked eye can see. The choice of the day is either you or me. Whoever gets chosen is a mystery. Send my condolences and a gift basket please.
Whispers that come in the night often carry further than those in the day.
A silencer will mute the whispers by a pull of a trigger , so who gives a fuck anyway?
They’ll say you’re heaven sent and your full potential has yet to come.
Scared to close my eyes because my mind tried to tell me I’m just like the Devil’s son.
Can’t save myself from the pain. So I take the pain. Feeling plain.
Life was great back when , but things will never ever ever be the same.
Too many “I don’t care’s” and “ I’m fine’s”
Even though, I know damn well both of those excuses are lies.
So much pain , I gotta smoke until I cry.
So much pain, I chase the liquor with my high.
So much pain, I feel numb from my toes to my eyes.
Love don’t last forever but hate doesn’t either.
Liquor Bottles, Pills , Sex and Death. Lets see which one is the real pain killer.
Laughter echoed around the room after I was asked how I felt about you.
See now, something told me to keep quiet but, this is what that liquor do.
Endless nights until the early morning but I’m gone by the afternoon.
I thought you was for me and I was for you but this relationship has been far from reciprocal.
If my actions would match my words , our problems would be less visible.
If this was a fairytale , would all our happiness be waiting for us at the end ?
It feels like I wanna be your man but I rather be your friend.
She ended up giving me the keys to her heart and I lost them shits again.
This is not a building on fire
This it’s my soul burning
The fire started from hateful thoughts after the tables started turning
At the top are the strongest flames
Because I realize it’s my mind that constantly puts my heart in pain
My desires get the best of me
No Fire extinguisher, or Fire Hydrant in sight
No one is here to rescue me
If I don’t get myself under control I can burn everybody next to me
The outside is so beautiful
But on the inside I’m struggling
All I ask for is Peace of mind.
At first everyone thought this was some type of joke. A hoax. Some sort of prank. Now, this is getting out of hand. It’s been a year since “Duck Fever” has started. The death rate continues to go up and everybody’s last words have been “The Ducks are coming“. Scientists have even murdered random people just to see what their last words would be. It was always “The ducks are coming”. Nothing more ... nothing less. My grandmother has started to get very ill and the doctors said she doesn’t have too much longer to live. She lost her hearing for the past three years so she has no clue about the duck fever. I’m praying her last words are different from everyone else’s since she doesn’t know about it. As I hold her hand , she tightens her grip. She starts to pull me closer to her. As I get closer she whispers in my ear “ The Ducks are coming .....today.” Her heart monitor stops. There’s a loud noise coming from outside. “ QUACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!”
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Weather is starting to get nicer But don’t move, stay inside I wanted to go out But now it feels like all I can do is hide
From the outside world is where i shouldn’t be If i want to stay corona free It seems like spring cleaning is going to be an everyday thing. Mask up , gloves on , you better stay away from me One more day closer to insanity.
Just a little village filled of people with big dreams. You say there’s nothing to see here but this little village has everything you may need. I’ve seen homeless people turn into millionaires. I’ve seen some of my role models lose it all. In this little village there’s the strongest men and women. Watch how we stand tall. Style , education and talent we make it look easy. We work hard for what we do , no hand outs or freebies. If you not from here don’t come here, move at your on risk. You can meet me in the square if you ready to “shoot ya shits”. You can meet me at the pier if you trying take some “fire flicks”. You can meet me at cross if you trying to “ cop a fire fit “. If you don’t got any money , we can walk around and talk our shit. You wanna test your luck ? Security don’t even care if we shoplift. The only place on earth where you can really see The Gates of Hell. Ridge hill movie theater seats smell. I love my little village even though y’all drive me bonkers. I’m from the 6th borough that we like to call YONKERS.
It was a journey of the soul
This journey will never end
It starts when your alive
And continues when you’re dead
So make it the best you can
You’re soul is beautiful my friend
Don’t allow it to break because of another man
You’re soul is pure
You’re soul everlasting
You’re soul is precious
You’re soul is outstanding
Fill you’re soul with love , it’s the glue that holds you together
My Soul and I , together...forever