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04 PM ...Most recent spoken word I've written. First time I've published it online at all, very sensitive subject for me so please be gentle with feedback however constructive criticism is ALWAYS welcome of course! I've already edited this like 20 times and it still doesn't feel right so.... here it is.
Can’t move again I’m frozen I’m dead Thought it was gone Ran it out of my head Two fuckin songs in a row Lost from memory ‘bout a decade or so Angry, tense… tears beginning to flow
Pushing the “Daddy’s never there” Instantly locked in this frozen stare Irrational thoughts, ideas, notions Silencing truth, worry, and care.
Yet 20 years later here I lye Begging for mercy… a better way to die All the while curious, wondering why? “I thought tough bitches didn’t cry”
(will write a verse or two to create a connection)
HOOK… 1x
*Let me lead you on into this poet’s next chapter and while my story continues on I’ll guarantee warm laughter …with suicide-stained emotions lingerin’ months, weeks, days after*
So now she’s walking through the door shit-eating grin coverin’ her face And that’s all it took, you’re done… she’s in Fucked situation and a wasted disgrace
…..Sittin’ u down at the table Settin’ a comfortable place…….
With unjustifiable gratification And uncontrollable salivation You’d kill for just one tiny taste and… Obsession bred for pure motivation Attaining the goal of pure penetration
HOOK… 2x
Sitting naked on the bed Staring at nothing for hours on end Asking you frantically how I got here …or if this nightmare will ever end?
Now this agonizing emotional baggage? …simply think of it as a care package Or a door-prize if you will, to some “Well Chuck let’s tell her what she’s won?”
A face still overrun with tears 10 unforgettable yet repressed years Reasons I still can’t look in the mirror Without anticipation grabbing me, screaming….
04 PM ...Most recent spoken word I've written. First time I've published it online at all, very sensitive subject for me so please be gentle with feedback however constructive criticism is ALWAYS welcome of course! I've already edited this like 20 times and it still doesn't feel right so.... here it is.
Can’t move again I’m frozen I’m dead Thought it was gone Ran it out of my head Two fuckin songs in a row Lost from memory ‘bout a decade or so Angry, tense… tears beginning to flow
Pushing the “Daddy’s never there” Instantly locked in this frozen stare Irrational thoughts, ideas, notions Silencing truth, worry, and care.
Yet 20 years later here I lye Begging for mercy… a better way to die All the while curious, wondering why? “I thought tough bitches didn’t cry”
(will write a verse or two to create a connection)
HOOK… 1x
*Let me lead you on into this poet’s next chapter and while my story continues on I’ll guarantee warm laughter …with suicide-stained emotions lingerin’ months, weeks, days after*
So now she’s walking through the door shit-eating grin coverin’ her face And that’s all it took, you’re done… she’s in Fucked situation and a wasted disgrace
…..Sittin’ u down at the table Settin’ a comfortable place…….
With unjustifiable gratification And uncontrollable salivation You’d kill for just one tiny taste and… Obsession bred for pure motivation Attaining the goal of pure penetration
HOOK… 2x
Sitting naked on the bed Staring at nothing for hours on end Asking you frantically how I got here …or if this nightmare will ever end?
Now this agonizing emotional baggage? …simply think of it as a care package Or a door-prize if you will, to some “Well Chuck let’s tell her what she’s won?”
A face still overrun with tears 10 unforgettable yet repressed years Reasons I still can’t look in the mirror Without anticipation grabbing me, screaming…. “Why the fuck am I still here?”
Can’t move again I’m frozen I’m dead Thought it was gone Ran it out of my head Two fuckin songs in a row Lost from memory ‘bout a decade or so Angry, tense… tears beginning to flow
Pushing the “Daddy’s never there” Instantly locked in this frozen stare Irrational thoughts, ideas, notions Silencing truth, worry, and care.
Yet 20 years later here I lye Begging for mercy… a better way to die All the while curious, wondering why? “I thought tough bitches didn’t cry”
(will write a verse or two to create a connection)
HOOK… 1x
*Let me lead you on into this poet’s next chapter and while my story continues on I’ll guarantee warm laughter …with suicide-stained emotions lingerin’ months, weeks, days after*
So now she’s walking through the door shit-eating grin coverin’ her face And that’s all it took, you’re done… she’s in Fucked situation and a wasted disgrace
…..Sittin’ u down at the table Settin’ a comfortable place…….
With unjustifiable gratification And uncontrollable salivation You’d kill for just one tiny taste and… Obsession bred for pure motivation Attaining the goal of pure penetration
HOOK… 2x
Sitting naked on the bed Staring at nothing for hours on end Asking you frantically how I got here …or if this nightmare will ever end?
Now this agonizing emotional baggage? …simply think of it as a care package Or a door-prize if you will, to some “Well Chuck let’s tell her what she’s won?”
A face still overrun with tears 10 unforgettable yet repressed years Reasons I still can’t look in the mirror Without anticipation grabbing me, screaming….