Why do feelings have to mess around with your life? They get in your way. They help you on other things. So many profound feelings, just swim around your mind, and you don't even notice. They just start kicking you, but you cant do anything about it.
Like when, you have a big smile across your face all day long. You feel free, open, willing to do anything and simply jumping on your feet. You don't think about anything, just play along and laugh until your cheeks hurt. Your dying of laughter and tears of joy fill your face. But what happens when karma just turns around and bites you?
Like when your completely despondent about someones death and you can't hold back the tears. Your fighting back the pain but just making it harder. The feeling ignores your entreaty to stop it. It impels your command away and takes control. Shouts of yourself crying reverberates in your mind and theirs no stopping it. The mind turns off and just tries to find a solution.
Like when your just pissed off and life seems like an interminable journey of pain. You go crazy, you can't control yourself, you scream at people with a tremulous voice thinking its the answer. You feel the need to become a recluse when theirs nothing else to do in life. Until you lose it and abhor the cruel world and damn the whole universe. You see an open window and you just want to fly. You see a glock and you just want to pop it in your face. You see a knife and you just want to slit the Adam's apple.
Until you try and put your life back together. You have hopes now, it's you against the world now. Your all alone and things start to make sense. You can't get any advice from no sage or your mother. No you have to stand up and fight. Because you know whats right and nothing stands in your way. So don't judge me or I'll raise you ten feet high. Ill be your nightmare and haunt you every now and then. Ill drop a bomb and finish you off. I don't care when I die, I'll take you with me straight to hell.
Yeah I'm talking to it, so just get outta my life. You follow me everywhere like my shadow or the stink of my feet. So I say get outta my life.
Like when, you have a big smile across your face all day long. You feel free, open, willing to do anything and simply jumping on your feet. You don't think about anything, just play along and laugh until your cheeks hurt. Your dying of laughter and tears of joy fill your face. But what happens when karma just turns around and bites you?
Like when your completely despondent about someones death and you can't hold back the tears. Your fighting back the pain but just making it harder. The feeling ignores your entreaty to stop it. It impels your command away and takes control. Shouts of yourself crying reverberates in your mind and theirs no stopping it. The mind turns off and just tries to find a solution.
Like when your just pissed off and life seems like an interminable journey of pain. You go crazy, you can't control yourself, you scream at people with a tremulous voice thinking its the answer. You feel the need to become a recluse when theirs nothing else to do in life. Until you lose it and abhor the cruel world and damn the whole universe. You see an open window and you just want to fly. You see a glock and you just want to pop it in your face. You see a knife and you just want to slit the Adam's apple.
Until you try and put your life back together. You have hopes now, it's you against the world now. Your all alone and things start to make sense. You can't get any advice from no sage or your mother. No you have to stand up and fight. Because you know whats right and nothing stands in your way. So don't judge me or I'll raise you ten feet high. Ill be your nightmare and haunt you every now and then. Ill drop a bomb and finish you off. I don't care when I die, I'll take you with me straight to hell.
Yeah I'm talking to it, so just get outta my life. You follow me everywhere like my shadow or the stink of my feet. So I say get outta my life.
Nice poem. very powerful imagery, and rhythm. It was almost like a song almost. Hmmm. Yeah the stink of ur feet does follow u everywhere Jd. Everyone scrams from the locker room, when u take of ur shoes.
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