Yo this is Deuce!! Losers: Stop and stare! Bitches beware! I'm the motha fucken best, So fuck THA rest!!! poem or rap?
Neva walk with your head down when you do you miss wats all around So always keep yo head up so next time you have betta luck...
Lost, oh lost This is where your scared Lost, oh lost Waiting in the dark Caught up in the fire Waiting ito explode The battle cry goes out Consuming me into a firey load Screams are yelled Yells are screamed As my friends Face these feigns Lost, oh lost Try to find the light That guides you home In the middle of the night You look around And all you see Is death Set free Lost, oh lost The ghost wander now Lost, oh lost Asking how Lost, oh lost Looking for that light That guides them home In the middle of the night
My names Eli Dinosaur-ey I sing Music Well-ey That's my story So glad it rhymed Now go di...ve in the sea Book Refrigerator.
I've posted this one before, but it needs to be posted again. Roses are red, My bed is green, I want you in it,
I never meant to it to go this way I just wanted to teach you a lesson But now you're dead But now you're dead But now you're dead And as you lay on the floor I realize you aren't much different Than before Lifeless and cold You stare back with eyes As empty as your soul Your throat is slit And now my wrists are slit Soon we'll be together This time it'll be forever Wherever we go We can start the vicious cycle ...once more! My poem ***** your poems in a dominant yet loving manner
The ground beneath our feet is soft While you talk of freedom A pair of birds seem to fly From your head How many shells did we walk by Instead of stopping To find six perfect ones Like we did when the fog Tasted like love And sandpipers danced What makes today different? I know I take too much of you I know I've taken chisel To bits of you I think should go Time is a thing I want to put you inside So that forever can collapse In the breath of your ecstasy I know you want to live But I just met you when you were ready To set your bare feet on the soft ground And talk about freedom While I am a man for whom The word freedom Means you might never return
The people of the playhouse, They always snap and break. In reality they suffer, And are healed with glue and tape. The people of the playhouse, They always smile and lie, In reality they suffer, But stay quiet and continue to die. The people of the playhouse, They have the finest, richest things, In reality they suffer, Plastic painted gold are their bling. The people of the playhouse, They rarely do complain, In reality they suffer, For what does nagging gain? The people of the playhouse, The fanciest in the lot, In reality they suffer, Left in the house to rot. The people of the playhouse, They act all dignified, In reality they suffer, Robbed of their rights and pride.