i consider myself a floet...
because i write poems and i flow...
this is just really for fun...
and i do this also to make me
feel better about certain situations.
Demoralized and ravenous
I stare into the bliss of happenings
Thinking, wondering should I unravel things?
Go against the grain and I battle things
For no reason I became sad again
I sat alone at home
I took the matter straight to the dome
Never thought so hard in my life
Living in strife, shit... I used to think
It was right
But it wasn’t
I settled down and humbled
Stumbled as I arose, trying to get my
Pride back
Yet I lacked the mental strength
My brain holds the leash to my structure
And I operate according to its instruction
Functioning as a slave in common days
When I do bad things, it makes
Consequential choices
And it dims the whining voices
The only way I might have a say
In this situation is...
If I act with all patience
If not, then frustration becomes
My only foundation
And I remain elated
My mental vibrations take
Control of me too much
But, sometimes, I get all hectic
And such
Plus, its easier to touch
Surfaces instead of licking them
Cause the taste of certain things
Makes me condemn these feelings again.
