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| the heavy snare drums beat on his ear drums,
steady flowin hi-hats on a Miles track,
intricate rhymes that are always on time:
a new underground track; no mainstream crap.
the struggling adolescent finds peace
in the comforts of his iPod earpiece.
drowning in a world of deceive and lies,
music--his "oxygen"--keeps him alive.
and so the teen blissfully drifts away;
a glimpse of heaven, a four-minute stay.
[/amateur poetry] | | |
| sure, all things have their rise and fall--
an insurmountable part of life that surrounds us all.
be smart, stay sharp, act quick and you might see it,
but most often it just strikes you unexpected.
friends and relationships are no exceptions to this law--
but petty fights and little arguments are no problems at all,
and nothing can't be resolved over some talk and thought.
yup, ups and downs seem to play a regular part.
so how could you let their words get between us,
and, like nothing, throw away all our love and trust?
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| (poetry is from the heart)
see I ain't never been one to get toyed by emotions--
Aight, that was a blatantly blunt lie,
cuz I always fall for the same stupid commotions.
Why don’t I ever learn from my past interactions
with the targets of my fatal attraction?
I been done slapped around once or twice,
(metaphorically speaking,)
by the trick playing bitches in my teenage life;
But maybe it’s an instinct, a reaction,
A product of the love fraction,
forever looking clearer but
never a reflecting mirror.
I keep getting caught in the same situations
but never realizing it until it’s too high elevation,
too late to remedy with a simple solution.
(written while I was high on caffeine)
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