In his right hand he carries a scythe of death; Ready to take away our last breath. In his left hand he carries a black book; Our fate is in it if we were to take a look. He controls whether we live or die; So that’s the reason we view him as a bad guy. Black cloak conceals his ghostly form for all time; We can’t ever see underneath for it’s a crime. We feel his presence all the time; We can’t live forever, for it’s a crime. Soon we all will look death in the face; And wonder how we ended up in such a place. Until that day comes we continue to live; Asking our faiths to take our sins and forgive. The Grimm Reaper stands behind every last breath; But we shall live our lives and never fear death.
You're used to, Being fucked and left. You have doubts, That I'll be the same. Your story is pain, Causing your mind strain. You say you can't obtain, Anymore pain or you'll break... Tell me what does it take, To heal every bad mistake? I can't mend your heart, But I can help you pick up the pieces... Could you be more imperfect, And still be as beautiful as you are? We're sitting under the cosmos, You better wish upon a star. I can't tell you you'll be fine, When pain scars us for life. I can't tell you time heals all, When it'll always be a strife. You might make a fine wife, But pain will always be rife. It feels like you've been knifed, But then again that's just life. Comparing me to others is stupid, I hope you're not that foolish. I see your insecurities are lucid, How sad is it to be broken so easily...? I wish I could tell you it'll be ok... But deep down we know it won't. Maybe someday you'll learn to... Love yourself when others don't.
A Life Born Still I saw you once, in a dream of mine, you soared throughout space and time- ten little toes. ten little fingers. I stop and breathe as your pink baby scent lingers. I fought hard to conceive with chances taken, I knew not of broken promises that evening romances couldn’t offer- but you were born into the light, came out without a fight, then taken away- born still- that bleak winter day. a life of love built, turned into pregnancy guilt- I saw you once, in a dream of mine- but you flew away, withered to a wilt. I’ve no words to say…
Picture This Picture this, No death or poverty/ Only love, And prosperity/ No beefing, Over property/ Just living, In peace properly/ Poor kids smile, And find happiness/ Every kid, Enjoying Christmas/ More buildings, With a pot to piss/ Less children, Getting pregnant fast/ Could paradise, Actually last/ Imagine, If this could happen/ To caption, Is satisfaction/ A faction, A cause of action/ Attraction, To cause reaction/ To reflect, Upon our neglect/ To expect, Change and respect/ Picture this, A new world guilt free/ Picture this, No death or poverty/ Only love, And prosperity/ No beefing, Over property/ Just living, In peace properly/
LET ME BE YOUR(◔‿◔) You are not a warewolf with the scar Living in a town of a Milkybar You are not a white wolf all alone With a perfect cut portraying your jawbone Light pink colour, heart emoticon It's alright to wish, for a Unicorn Complexity since I'm an Octagon In Español, I can call u Don No I don't wanna be the Jailey I don't wanna be your daily But let me be your Joe Alwyn Like he is to Taylor Swift.✨ I don't want love that you call pure I don't want it to be some more But let me be your Goodbye gift Coming back again as your Birthday Gift.✨ Gentleman beard with light mustache You have sweet vibes, no don't talk trash Crazy coiffure set on the broad forehead You see why I call it the Z alphabet Deepness of your crystal eyes Matches with dazzling teeth all white That Angry face, childlike pout, oh those lies I know your name says that you're Right No I don't wanna be the Jailey I don't wanna be your daily But let me be your Joe Alwyn Like he is to Taylor Swift.✨ I don't want love that you call pure I don't want it to be some more But let me be your Goodbye gift Coming back again as your Birthday Gift.✨ I'll blow your anger with my lips Will pick you up from the scattered pins Sometimes just a touch and go Or sometimes a long besito Worry not, I won't stick like a Honey bee It may not be we, but It'll always be me You'll find your Ace, she'll be your Queen But I'll be the sweetness if she will be mean No I don't wanna be the Jailey I don't wanna be your daily But let me be your Joe Alwyn Like he is to Taylor Swift.✨ I don't want love that you call pure I don't want it to be some more But let me be your Goodbye gift Coming back again as your Birthday Gift.✨ ~Cassiopeia_the8✍ 💫 There are people who feel uncomfy sharing their thoughts or feelings. While there are people who hide their feelings because of the heartbreaks in the past. Dilemma, I know. Do you know how animals live? Spontaneously, they'll show love when they want to, they'll be sad when you won't pay attention to them, they show what they feel. Try little by little to live like them, vulnerably. Poetry is about You, the most straightforward feeling I've ever confessed. Ignore it or re-read it, but I truly mean it. 💫
I like this though I don't post very long poetry pieces mostly i share a verse or two of the originals some on my ig😘 love the posts support this
Rhythmic Angry City Kid Rant Ahem... I feel the energy I sip the Hennessy essentially... mention me just cause I tend to be splendindly... mentally... living my destiny/ you are no friend to me why are you testing me?/ I’ve got the weaponry been to war regularly/ They from the circus? ...clowns actin so desperately/ ...buggin... just go away.... do not pester me/ ...Should know your place if you choose disrespecting me/ Love myself first... all others come in secondly/ Chill... But I’m cold... you’ll get what you expect to see/ Know I’m a real one... keep these phonies separately/ Might have to shorten all their life expectancies/ If they want beef... I’ve got the perfect recipe/ Press on em heavily bet they call the deputy/ It’s like I love drama I can end the shit effortlessly/ but you start some... don’t expect it ends pleasantly/ could do this all day... Yes I've got the longevity Don’t matter if I’m 20... 30... going on 70/ Revenge is sweet I like the taste it’s a delicately/ I enjoy finer things That how I’ll put it... eloquently/ Evidently, some people steadily view me negatively/ No matter how much good I do even if it’s consecutively/ Please don’t always see my moves quite as threateningly/ Unless you definitely tryna come at me slightly competitively/ Then On God... I swear Im’ma have to do you devilishly/ I don’t fuck with you bzchs like I practice celibacy/ If I do then you’re going down just like confederacy/ I like handing out L’s can tell how I do it so generously/ People send hate at me... throwing shade technically/ but they rhyme pathetically... I do this professionally... readily... excellently... exceptionally... intelligently... I’ll say this prophetically... not just hypothetically... you’ll be needing help medically... if you ever step to me/ I’m the King watch how yo punk ass is addressing me/ pull out the iron if you ever try pressing me/ I’ll fuck your night up and I don’t mean that sexually... I mean unaffectionately... Might run for presidency... and revoke ya residency... without any hesitancy/ Then sip my tea... pinky up... elegantly/ It’s always the lames coming at me... inevitably/ So sick of the jealousy... that I’ve seen presently/ People talking recklessly... I’m better than that... ....unquestionably/ Rhythmic Rant #2 ...and if you ever violate... I annihilate ... till my eyes dialate... from the weed smoke... as I choke... on my dying date/ from a concrete jungle climate.../ ran with primates... as I spit these rhymes mate... you can see what the lion ate/ shave the pin on the trigger just to speed up the firing rate/ you in my sights... turn every day left in your year into blind dates/ Adjusted your pride late... you should have been taught hate inspires hate/ till you get your mind straight “fúck you” is my mind’s state/ worst city in the United States grew up during the height of the crime rate/ dying’s my fate/ I’ll do a lot of things in life ...but won’t... die fake./ death’s sickle in my face as I lie awake... in the night late/ I calmly think bout earning the next dollar my way just to put some bread upon my plate/ I know it burns my enemies eyes... the way I constantly shine... I wish they would go out they mind... till then... Guess I’ll keep tossing more wood in the fire place/
Look yet see nothing Hear and listen All and all continue with no questions Agree to that in which you dont quite comprehend Even if meanings conduct your own end The reality lived is a dream upon the mind The brain used to once think now collects dust As morals turning begin to rust Use not the mind in which you have Just to remain in your fantasy land Deaf to reality Blind with the comfort of comminality As to hold that what you know To sweep up that in which is misfortune To lose the keys upon escaping your world That prevents you from ours Irritatingly I sit here Wondering constantly We see yet they dont fully Destruction en route as they just hide Into their fantasies Into their mindless lies
PIMD Users IRL Never been one to complain, But it's heavy on the brain. My heart racing like Usain, My mind pacing in pain. Never been one to complain, But I don't feel the same. I hear feelings tend to wane, But this changes the game. Never been one to complain, I could do without the blame. I can give up the reign, Tell me when feelings came. I threw my heart away, Then watched humanity, Drift astray... I slowly died on that day, Burdened with humility, I can't say... Nothing was all, This life gave me. I fell in too deep, I couldn't save me. They mistake me, And they forsake me. Dear Lord take me, Don't wake me. Let rage shake me, Let hate bake me. I took a life, That wasn't mine. I was born good, Corrupted over time. It's just a flaw, In my design. I'm puking now, I'm far from fine. Thought I'd feel, Nothing of the sort. Now the drugs, That I snort, Makes my body, Twist and contort. Now the drugs, That I snort, Makes my body, Twist and contort. Never been one to complain, But it's heavy on the brain. My heart racing like Usain, My mind pacing in pain. Never been one to complain, But I don't feel the same. I hear feelings tend to wane, But this changes the game. Never been one to complain, I could do without the blame. I can give up the reign, Tell me when feelings came. I threw my heart away, Then watched humanity, Drift astray... I slowly died on that day, Burdened with humility, I can't say... I took your child, Out this world. The feat was wild, I sinned gravely. I ask for forgiveness, I can't save me. I hate this dark life, You gave me. I'm sorry have mercy, I don't deserve mercy. I showed no mercy, When I murdered. I'm not a murder, I'm not a burglar. Please have mercy, I'm high off a perky. Perky's calling... Codeine dreaming... Perky's calling... Codeine dreaming... Now the drugs, That I snort, Makes my body, Twist and contort. Now the drugs, That I snort, Makes my body, Twist and contort. Never been one to complain, But it's heavy on the brain. My heart racing like Usain, My mind pacing in pain. Never been one to complain, But I don't feel the same. I hear feelings tend to wane, But this changes the game. Never been one to complain, I could do without the blame. I can give up the reign, Tell me when feelings came. I threw my heart away, Then watched humanity, Drift astray... I slowly died on that day, Burdened with humility, I can't say... Dear Lord free me, From my human body. I solemnly swear to do, As you wanted me to. I forgot how to eat, At night I can't sleep. I did a horrendous feat, During the day I weep. My hands still tremble, I hold close your symbol. Regret is the feeling, That I truly resemble. Now the drugs, That I snort, Makes my body, Twist and contort. Now the drugs, That I snort, Makes my body, Twist and contort. Never been one to complain, But it's heavy on the brain. My heart racing like Usain, My mind pacing in pain. Never been one to complain, But I don't feel the same. I hear feelings tend to wane, But this changes the game. Never been one to complain, I could do without the blame. I can give up the reign, Tell me when feelings came. I threw my heart away, Then watched humanity, Drift astray... I slowly died on that day, Burdened with humility, I can't say... Perky's calling... Codeine dreaming... Dear Lord take me, While I'm dreaming...
The Path To Being A Man Part II Look at the flaws you exhibit, Face the emotions they elicit. There's a petition to prohibit, The malignance you solicit. We mistook you to be timid, When your rancor was rigid. With the ideals of a petty kid, You cause women to be frigid. Incapacitate your toxic method, When your illusions are detected. Mind so toxic your breath is tepid, It's essential to why you're rejected. One cannot possibly underline, How you manage to undermine. Your mindset is purely asinine, Now that your heart is Columbine. You desperately want to be painite, But all you'll ever be is calamine. Give up an inadequate life of spite, When your true nature is saccharine. Your face is serpentine, But you act as if you're fine. It's time for you to redesign, Cause we hear you whine. You honestly thought you had, An angel resting on your shoulder. Your thought was typically bad, That angel was a depression boulder. Make sure you're happy, In reality... Not just on the internet, Don't fret... Fallacious things are said, Instead... Of the truth of the matter, You're sadder... Of the fact that others smile, Meanwhile... On the path to being a man, Life is merely at your discretion. Heed the words of a wise man, Accept your mortal imperfection.
I came into this world with no knowledge of love or heartbreak. My parents taught me both before anyone else would of course. So, I became cold and put up walls around my heart, because I felt like those walls gave me the protection I did not inherit. Then, the world took my best friend from me... more than once... ...in the cruelest ways possible and those walls cracked. So, I fortified those walls so they stood stronger. Until one day, when I met someone who needed that protection more than I did. I removed those walls. I gave my heart to that someone, and they used it to heal themselves before returning it to me... ...more broken than it had been before. I decided I didn’t want it anymore, and chose not to care about it. So, I let others use it and abuse it anyway they chose, until I became completely numb. Each time it was used, it was returned in worse condition. It took a while, but eventually, I fixed it. There was residual damage, but at least it worked properly. I decided it was best to simply lock it away where no one could cause it more harm... ...not even myself. Then you came... knocking... ...so fucking hard that I couldn’t ignore you... and eventually I found where I had left the key to my heart. I gave you that key because I felt like you needed it more than anyone and would treat my heart better than anyone else could... ...including myself. That key has no copies.
She was a glass figurine Beautiful in every eye who’s heart was fragile to the touch He was a perfect storm whose memory became the bull in her china shop that shattered the fragileness of her heart
Angry City Kid rant #3 (Another keystyle) 40 on me since 10... Swear on the cold side/ OG said get dis grip I got a gold mine..../ fakes look like liqs hard in they own mind.../ Got whips got cribs What’s the difference? I own mine/ don’t owe no one shit And take trips for months I grow the hydro/ That you tryna buy folk/ no im not kidding When i say im the business bih/ Say you wit gang... All I see is some witnesses/ Say you been where I been But you aint drop a pin/ put dots on foreheads... best watch your chin/ ammo for days You cant even make waves/ talkin bout me... Cant say I aint paid/ So its nothin for someone to merc a goof/ asked round your spot... No one reals ever heard of you/ crazy if you think Im comin in peace/ was brought up du rags starch Work tucked in my cleats/ Let off my first fully fo I turned 16/ You bitches lookin green I’ve put kilos on beams/ Made it flip like gymnastics Wash rinse repeat/ No smell thru packages While you clowns wrote your tweets/ They do .223s I’m more 7.62/ Difference is I dont gotta kik doors To hit you/ We come with the mop We come with the mower/ Red or green dot But no registered owner/ Pop... ditch the lower... Then back to getting checks Money... power.... respect/ Take ya dome off ya neck/ Big moves and im set Never heard of your set/ I pull up and wreck RIP... signed... -a vet/