On this page,
Is some of my poems or others poems or other bits and bobs i thought i would share.Who knows someone famous could look
at this site
This is a song done by a m8 of mine
It used to be happy families, now it’s as bad as it can be, many things tormenting me, am I sounding brief?
I promised to turn a new leaf cos I was pessimistic, bro coming home to find the packet gone cos I finished the biscuits.
Straight up, I was crushed, why wouldn’t trouble leave me? Why were my best friends calling me bad, calling me sleazy?
It’s still not easy, problems circulating around me, I admit behaviour has changed towards my family. I know they’re
mad at me but I’m mad at em too, but I ain’t running away and being fostered by some crew. Why are god’s
decisions, leaving clues hidden and missing, I got a friend, she got problems, I got to sit down and listen. And the more
it gets deep I get some low morale, but parts deep down in my heart make me say she’s a pal. Another friend I think,
she doesn’t deserve to be treated like a slaughtered lamb that was silent and suddenly bleated. I’m coming close
to defeated, depression’s only repeated, and everybody is fine, it’s only me that can see it. I try to change
it, disaster’s rearranged it, sometimes I lose, faith, hope, god’s someone I can complain with. I thought my problems
were deep, a girl goes through pain every week, tears replacing words when she’s trying to speak. How many people tell
me that they cry themselves to sleep, I can’t take this oppression no more because I’m getting weak. And the time’s
slowing down, memories of a chamber revolving around, heart monitor, making wrong sounds. And I’m not clowning anyone
around this shit is true, its saddens me when I think that this is half of the truth. I’ve been ripped out of my suit,
seen it been sold for the loot, put in a brief case, the same space as a child in a boot. I’m scared of terrorism, but
it’s the general system, I know hurt ones are listening, I pray for young ones missing.
Give me two more years before I die
The world is a corrupted place and I ask the lord why?
I’m changing for better, not because I did wrong
one will be left behind, ill bring everyone along.
Now one of my poems
Today was fantastic
We connected again
That bond we had
For the better
You love me
The day ends
We depart again
Can’t wait to see you again
So we can replay a day like this