My confrontation

Reminds me of early me. Keep plugging away dog!

MY Ouiet Days
Thanks but look at a this new one i just made a couple of days ago I hope you like it.

My Quiet Days


Right know I don't even know what to say
I thinking to myself anticpating with the day
Thinking of words
Thinking of a flow
Why am I so quiet I don't know
Is it the way the day is going
Or is it the way I flowing
I don't really understand
It as if I being forced to be a man
The situations
Everything changing
Everything confusing
Confusing me
Confusing you
I don't even know what the **** to do
just sit here with my pen and Rhyme my thoughts
Thinking of the old days
How everything couldn't change
I feel like a waste
There is no base
You can't figure me out
Don't try to make me happy
No comfort please
I don't want to hears your pleads
Or you wondering of how I be
Let me live one day all sad all quiet the old me
I just reminiscing 18 years gone in the waste
How everything couldn't change
So quick
So fast
**** I wish it could last
But that something that will never come true
That how time **** with you
Think about the past
Think of things you couldn't do
You wonder why
Why is life like this
Why can't there be a time portal to the past
So you can fixed these things you wanted to last
But reality hit you in the face
No gain No loss
Just telling to let things be
Everything has its reason
Don't wonder why
Please don't cry
Just let it be

Raw and angry. I like! Would be best presented as center-justified, I think.

Learn the Sentiment of Fun
Thanks again it been a long time but i got a new rhyme. I don't know if this is a good title.Can't think of nothing

Learn The Sentiment of Fun

Look at the scars in my head
Look deep within my heart
You will see how everything starts
Thoughts and analyzation of life
Many scars patched up
No reason why
It just the simple task of living life
Things will come your way
Make you sad and want to wait
Wait for what a retake
Things like this will make you think trial and error will lead the way
But this is the thing you can't really fix your mistakes
But it doesn't just let you think and go away
Instead you analyze and ask questions about life
This is what time does to you
Make you sit down all confused
I don't know what to do
But ask the five w's
Who
What
Where
When
and Why
Who is this person in the heavens
What is he doing
Where is he when I ask for a helping hand
And why does he always make you think and ask why
By the time you finish you want to say bye-bye
Because you want to think nomore
It to much to handle
To many things on your mind
Your falling down
But think this
Let me help you
Give you some advice
This is life
You will never figure it out
So stop thinking
Have some liquor
Do something you like
Enjoy yourself
Life is short and know let me say bye-bye

And it keeps coming! Let it all out!

A New Begining
yo what good everybody. It been a long time since i wrote some of my own writing on here, but here I am again. I called this writing A New beginning. It been in the works in a long time. I didn't know how to approach at first so that why it took so long also i got clubs and college and a whole bunch of **** to do but let me stop making excuses here it is:

[b]A New beginning

I was always getting money so I could smoke mad weed
The feelings of being high while smoking some good tress
It's something else
It lifts you into the sky and for one moment ain't nothing on your mind
It temporary though
That the bad thing about drugs, alcohol and everything else
It makes you want to buy more, you can't control your yourself
You keep buying and buying
Smoking and smoking
Drinking and drinking
Popping it and popping it
By the time you're finish you're broke and you feel the same things all over again
So who you suppose to turn to when you lost all your friend


Yo doesn't life make you feel like dropping out
But yo I ain't gotten drop out
I not gotten quit
I got things to prove
Gotten keep my ass in school
So I thought of one thing to help me
Didn't notice what it was and say **** the past
It's a new beginning
It's time to open up
because I ain't gotta let this **** last
To many feelings in my body
To much **** on my mind
I about to lose control
So I gotta let it go
But how come it so hard to let it go into the wind and pass the seas
So I can get my keys
Open my doors to my cubicle
But there this one special thing that helps me
You want to know what I was
A new friend
Now I gotta all this **** end

It keeps getting better!

it fixed
the last writing had some mistakes now it perfect. Wait a minute that a lie there no such thing as a perfect writing. There always a way to make it better but let me sht up until my new writng comes.See your later

We eagerly await your return :-)