poetry 2014 thread

[IronFist]

Yall done gave up on this thread ????









Question Is Freedom An OxyMoron????

Read Along

The system is meant to corrupt you, deceiving the masses
Paying taxes to the same cops that kill and harass us

While the pastor is lying, Its the innocent that are constantly dying
My head in the sky asking God "Whats The use of even trying?"
With the pain Ive been through, I dont believe in Heaven
Cause this shyt gotta be hell
I see life as a big damn prison and death is you bail
Dont let the system change you
When I Die, i like to hold a convo with Gods Angels/
The election is fixed, All these politicians......Crooks
Deception is there true reflection
Look no further than George Bush

Homie im in preparation
And Motherfukk, The Declaration Of Independence/
My descendants still have no reparations (FACT)
Ignorant we are, How we fight against each other
Yet we are all relate no matter....... your color
J.A. Rogers - Nature is everybodys mother

And it just a Question but How could Columbus discover something that technically was already there ()

Revolution when define mean total and complete change, lets get prepared.


Fist

 

[IronFist]

@observe drop something g

 

[WhatsGoodTy]

I hear the cries of the forgotten, good souls that have turned rotten..memories getting soaked up in absorbent cotton...the never ending terror the invisible reflection when you look into the mirror.. Go through pain to heal up and repeat..countless hours spent going through trial and error. I can't compensate the thoughts of a psychopath, but I can try to consummate putting kids like me onto the right path. The feeling that I feel is appealing do you enjoy these words I write? I'm not really religious, but this poetry must be faith healing. I've been through depression I've wished to witness heaven I've learned my lesson..I went to the sessions..I've told my confessions..you can see it in my facial expression I still have questions. I can't lead the ones who've been mislead I can't bleed for the ones who've already bled..I can't shed layers for the ones who've already...you get the point. You just have to see the light with all your might despite all the roadblocks that shall come your way today is a new day..it'll be all right...you'll have a goodnight and overwrite your own history...overwrite the misery...rip the pages out your book and rename every chapter.....




Victory

 

[WhatsGoodTy]

^Questions?

i like it breh

I'm paranoid a lot I wrote that on the bus on my way to work last year

 

[IronFist]

I'm paranoid a lot I wrote that on the bus on my way to work last year

Write my best shyt when i got stuff on my mind or stress......therapeutic. A great way to vent.

 

[IronFist]

Iron, you got some great writing skills, very good work. Do you do this as a hobby or is this a career?

been thinking about writing a book. maybe. on some Omar Tyree ish.

 

[WhatsGoodTy]

Write my best shyt when i got stuff on my mind or stress......therapeutic.

Only time I write is when I feel some type or when ideas just start flowing.

 

[IronFist]

Only time I write is when I feel some type or when ideas just start flowing.

Normally i always have like 8 bars, i kept until i get that feeling of writing and BOOM.....shyt come out like essays.

 

[WhatsGoodTy]

Normally i always have like 8 bars, i kept until i get that feeling of writing and BOOM.....shyt come out like essays.

I usually do it all in one sitting, but some days I just can't think of anything. I want to try to publish my poems, but don't know where to start. I want to be based more on Storting telling too.

 

[IronFist]

I usually do it all in one sitting, but some days I just can't think of anything. I want to try to publish my poems, but don't know where to start. I want to be based more on Storting telling too.

Same here, its a challenge for me because I've never really sat and wrote a short story, normally when i do it drifts. I've posted something in the other poetry thread elsewhere on this site.

 

[IronFist]

I hear the cries of the forgotten, good souls that have turned rotten..memories getting soaked up in absorbent cotton...the never ending terror the invisible reflection when you look into the mirror.. Go through pain to heal up and repeat..countless hours spent going through trial and error. I can't compensate the thoughts of a psychopath, but I can try to consummate putting kids like me onto the right path. The feeling that I feel is appealing do you enjoy these words I write? I'm not really religious, but this poetry must be faith healing. I've been through depression I've wished to witness heaven I've learned my lesson..I went to the sessions..I've told my confessions..you can see it in my facial expression I still have questions. I can't lead the ones who've been mislead I can't bleed for the ones who've already bled..I can't shed layers for the ones who've already...you get the point. You just have to see the light with all your might despite all the roadblocks that shall come your way today is a new day..it'll be all right...you'll have a goodnight and overwrite your own history...overwrite the misery...rip the pages out your book and rename every chapter.....




Victory

I like how you close your poems sorta cliffhangerish

 

[WhatsGoodTy]

Same here, its a challenge for me because I've never really sat and wrote a short story, normally when i do it drifts. I've posted something in the other poetry thread elsewhere on this site.

EXACTLY, it'll start off good then turn into something completely different.

 

[Remy Danton]

subs to this dope thread.

 

[IronFist]

EXACTLY, it'll start off good then turn into something completely different.

either that or getting writers block

 

[observe]

I lift the ground with sound I exhibit with lyrics/
I raise the dead and the spirits if they happen hear it/
I got the world in my sights if you happen to peer it/
You might see a new life how I map it reveal it/
I was on the crows nest of a boat with a telescope/
While ya ship sailed past I was keeping afloat/
The sail on my mast caught wind of what they wrote/
So I wheeled right past them turning the spokes/
I got demons and i cast them burning these notes/
You can't make an omelette without breaking some yolks/
I caught moon beams in a jar ...then I buried it/
They tried to look for it in my tracks, they couldn't survey it/
Ramses the second with the tracks of a chariot/
I push it from kemet all the way up thru Syria/
And no matter where I land in any historical period/
Just remember that Observe's empirical is imperial/