Poem: Negativity Conquers the Mind

These decisions that I'm making without thinking
got me sinking in quicksand
without a helping hand.
"Let me get out!!!"
but I can’t
The more I exert my efforts,
the harder it is.
The more I suffer,
but I can’t feel it hurting me
and I don't understand.
It just strikes in an instance,
no resistance even tempted,
my strength gets diminished,
is that why I am no longer an innocent child
but just a menace?
And my negatives
conquering my well being
Seeing the world as a Machiavellian man
and I can't stop deceiving
I'm receiving in a cycle of negativity
transferring to others
But it just ends up back at me,
so why should I bother?
No matter if I'm in the limelight,
I'm still trapped in the dark.
No matter if I try to set my mind positive,
I still receive a shock...
of this damn negativity.
First or last,
it's either I initiate it
because I predict it'll be inflicted upon me,
or retaliate
cause you always have to watch your back
yet it's beyond me.
I always get harassed,
but you gotta move past that bullshit…
I just gotta live my life to the fullest…
so fuck this negativity!

Poem: On the Frontline In My Mind

We’re on the frontline with a hunters mind
But we’re just a pawn piece at most
living in the gutters grime
like we don’t exist cause we’re ghost
so close to post notes sufficient enough to quote what I wrote
but we’re silenced like we’re choked which denotes
they got us in a tight grasp by our throats
yo “let me go!!!”
but why would they? It’s the thirst for power
that devours our self-esteem extreme with this scheme
that streams loud like it screams constantly blinding me
cause I looked directly at the sun beam which means
I can’t see what the hell is grabbing me so it seems
I gotta start swinging
randomly,
no matter what the fuck they demand from me
I don’t negotiate with terrorists that terror kids
Cause no matter how Errorless
I may think,
I’mma mirror image of them so in sync
Cause basically I’m linked
mind to mind
Eye to eye, why ask why
When I’m that guy
Seemingly on the frontline, ready to kill
Steady to drill a hole, when I got hold of myself by the throat
YO “ I CAN’T LET GO!”
And I’m GHOST!