Poem: I'm Tired...

I’m tired…
I’m tired of these hypocrites
and don’t give a shit
If I’m of them,
I lie you lie
You say one thing
then do the opposite
So don’t offer shit to me,
cause to your offer I’ll spit
On it
cause life’s a bitch
and don’t blame me if I wanna spit in ya face!
And I’m tired...
I'm tired of this world with these words of verbs
But it’s not the same as actions
cause it speaks louder and it’s preferred
To most
so don’t close that door on me
And say that your minds changed
cause then you gonna be two thangs I hate
A hypocrite AND a liar
and it’s almost one in the same
And I’m tired...
I'm tired of these people of power that devour
Every ounce of it
like I got a collar round my neck
Better check twice cause I’m not a fuckin coward
or animal so don’t disrespect
Or next you’ll be hexed
till you rest in peace
Then reincarnate and be sentenced
to forever terrified of life
But forced to live for eternity
And I'm tired...
I’m tired of police and the government
stated previously
As these motherfuckas that devour their power
but I was also mentioning
Anybody that tells you what the fuck to do
And you have to do it
or you’re screwed
But fuck this world
like you knew it was tight
And fuck this lubrication
I’ll make this shit fit just right
And I’m tired,
Now I got insomnia
so come see ya in the mirror
Cause this reflection got me confessin’
this session of life’s lesson
Has me makin stupid guesses
so I guess this means my expressions
of obscene judgments
is a sign of a scene of aggression
That I let out
as my initial impression
So I’m tired...
that it’s your own discretion
cause the only question I ask
Is that the right choice that you’re addressin?
And I’m tired...
I'm tired of those dreaded hardheaded
“yea I’ve said it so it must be right” bitches
That’s persistent and lead them to be wrong,
instead of apologizing they switch it
and said they meant it and prolong
but heads so hard like cement is
and I’m tired of these demented bitches
that represent it and show off
like it’s carved on ya skin, a tattoo
to try to grab you,
everyone on your team like a platoon
and I’m tired
of being trapped soon
I’ll be in the trash
like a raccoon
With black eyes,
that’s why I track lies
to smack flies
Cause some bugs need to be deceased,
I mean
I just don’t want them in my life,
so peace!
And I’m tired...
of these beliefs that I see
in people who pray to some supreme being
on their knees
I can see and understand
about a brief grief of the deceased
But please,
don’t try to preach that shit to me
Cause I can teach and learn,
But I never knew these motherfuckas
so I could care if they fuckin burn…
And I’m tired...
and if you knew me
since frizznezys became a trend
I say fuck these fuckin bitches
that claim they’re fuckin friends
Cause I’m tired
of all of them,
that spend to extend as fake friends
but they only pretend
And depend on YOU
to keep in contact,
if not… eh, there’s the end!
And If I was the devil,
I’ll send every one of them to hell
Can’t you tell
I’m fuckin tired of being tired
I’d be a liar
and I am,
If I’d say I retire from getting higher
when I light that spliff on fire
And I’m tired...
of being required
with these requirements,
but I don’t require shit!
So how bout I require and hire my dick
and apply-er to your mouth bitch
Cause I’m tired...
I'm tired of these laws,
enforced by the law enforcements
that don’t follow them so nah
I won’t follow them either,
cause motherfuckas love to abuse their privileges
Where the fuck are you lookin,
are you listening?
If you are,
then listen wit ya eyes
And see wit ya ears
Let’s see if you catch them lies,
or is that just the shit you wanna hear?
And I’m tired...
I'm tired of motherfuckas that act sincere
and appear like a close peer
But obviously it’s crystal clear
they cheerful in front of you
and will be the first to backstab ya rear
Leavin’ you in severe pain,
so I gots to appear in the same game
To deceive with this deceptive mind,
but at the same time
I realized the shit that I’m
Tired of...
is a lot of this shit I listed
so most of this shit I hate...
applies to myself
so I guess
I’m fuckin tired of a lot of shit,
the world, society, regulations, the people…
but most of all…
I’m just tired of my fuckin self…

I wrote this a few years back when I was going through a lot of shit... hope I don't offend anyone with ANY of my poems, just some thoughts and my life for ya'll...

Poem: The Devils in Me

Yea… I’m trapped in this carcass
lurking in the darkness
Pondering when and if I’ll ever be able to start this
conquest of less stress
but I’ve invested this deceptive selection of being heartless
cause I’ve sinned,
like vin I’ve been a man apart kid
again,
it’s when this grin begins you know just then
this motherfucka talking in my head
is equivalent to satan
can’t erase him
still breathing cold breathes like I’ve been waitin’
for hell,
just to dwell in a cell,
sweltering cause I’m fuckin hot like I’m about to melt
cause I’m tired of being a rebel
resisting these bitches
so persistent to catch me in the act
but I don’t flitch kid,
I’m consistent so malicious wit my vicious quickness
so keep ya fuckin distance,
cause sky’s the limit
on my pessimistic views
and how I live it so livid
it’s vivid these digits of six’s
still trying to get rid of it
but I’ve witnessed,
that it’s harder said than done…
it’s already begun,
the question if my mind is officially gone?
My shoulder’s being crushed by a ton
I can’t run,
fuck tryin to walk
Cause what’s done is done
and now it will never be undone
He’s fuckin won…
I’m half way to becoming his half son…
The devil…

Poem: Hollow Shell

I sit and stare
Watching there
Waiting to be heard
But it seems no one cares
A warm blooded person in the same room
Same tune, same melody
But what it’s telling me
Is emptiness inside this music
So it’s useless
No feelings, revealing that there’s no meaning
I’m seeing, hearing typing
Type, type, type…
The first opportunity they get, they set themselves up and let
it consume them, it dooms them
losing a relationship, losing out on school
blaming everyone else but they’re the fool
walks in the door, drops all the bags on the floor
doesn’t get changed but opens the laptop up
cause they need more, more… MORE!
An addict…
Cause they need ‘myspace’ but it’s a disgrace
with what’s being faced
pick and chose real life to the internet
and it’s place paces the way
they can’t give it up
and they know damn right they never will
cause it’s become a reason for living
sort of attached like it’s latched on their back
can’t detach and they decide to add a brain
to go with a heart to those lungs by signing right onto aim
what a shame…
they can’t stop, and they continue
as if myspace wasn’t enough, the messages are not quick to us
so type, type, type is the only stuff
you hear…
wait, I heard breathing…
but it’s only me
apparently the only human being
is the reflection of my own image that I see
but type, type, type…
wait, my laptops not on
ohh, I get it, that’s become the melody
this ‘music’ has taken the souls of these addicts
what would they do without it?!
Not live…
Cause the hollow shell is just a hollow shell
But there’s no more life within…

Poem: It's Useless

It's Useless...
Odds stacked against you
Living in a casino and how we get sent through
This whole phase,
when people fake with a mask living in role play stage
Just to satisfy their surroundings till an old age
I’m in my early twenties
and I’m getting so old and gray,
stressed but oh wait…
Maybe I’m shooting craps,
letting this dice rule my life
A slim chance to advance
and succeed but our minds
Have been brainwashed
to dream of these dreams
But it seems these seams are just a line-ing
of our lives in which we can’t redeem
Gotta keep a straight face
But I feel I don’t need to bluff
this stuff that I go through
But Fuck! I had enough,
I know I’m gambling everyday it’s like
I’m playing texas hold em with life but wait
There’s more…
And there always will be,
till shit kills me
I don’t ride rollercoasters for the thrills see
but yet I’m will-ing
So whatchu think about that shit?
Sometimes my head hurts with migraines
driving on a long stretch of a highway
shits drilling MY brain
and nowadays they emphasize not to get high, but hey…
we gonna die someday,
and it doesn’t necessarily kill,
well, eventually...
so does cigarettes,
or sex with ya ex that cheated on you and now ya'll got S-T-D’s
that transferred rapidly,
but these funds are insufficient
itching to save
bitching everyday
listening to the switching ways
of how bitches say
money doesn’t make people hap-pay
but not having money does?!
Get the fuck outta here…
for these bitches with riches,
the higher class
sitting and sipping wine
in a fancy and finer glass
can start switching to sitting up
and kissing my higher ass
cause the economy will rise
like prices of gas
but the rates are half ass,
so let me tell you…
it’s useless…
how we do this
thing called living and abuse this
life we breathe and complain
about life’s a bitch,
work sucks,
you not treated right but shit…
I guess that’s life…
You lose sleep,
work nine to five,
get paid every other week and for why?
To pay bills,
pay for ya living,
Doesn’t it feel like you never receiving but just giving…
Somebody MUST be happy,
but for me, it’s useless…
Just like this poem,
this life we live,
cause honestly,
who would really give a fuck bout this used kid?
It's useless...