voices in my head keep telling me imma die
then they say im fine, like damn, why cant they make up there mind
pulling the trigger now that would make the demons go away
i tried to pray,
this witch, placed me under a cures
trapped in my mind. my true thought slowly fading
now i see what im becoming
now i see what i am
no longer ashamed, i know damn well im not the one to blame
my friend ships will no longer be the same
looking in the mirror thats just my public persona
i know im sad even when i smile even when i laugh
this smile to me its just arts and crafts
but its okay, i know your happy, you cant see through me
you dont see me when im bleeding, pleading to god
disappearing into this fog, sure its only figurative
despite the cuts on my arms, things in my mind cause affects in my reality
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Author:
nehemiah adams (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: mia, was a real good friend. now that she is one i felt horrible wanted to stop feeling emotions i blocked everyone out even thought about quieting poetry because it reminded me of her. now i feel like her being gone is a stepping stool, it hurts so much thinking about her but she is still my inspiration for poetry to be a good person to do my best in everything
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The witch fits perfect but then you quit applying that magic. For instance this line- now I want you to look at it like it’s a naked girl waiting to be ravaged for fun fun but instead you leave it and do nothing. Now I’m a little peeves. After you read this line, which I’m going to print out in a second no forever never leave a fucking line that way is sitting there waiting for knockout for home run and you just left it like with no effort and you keep doing it I don’t keep telling you you don’t know how to look back at what you wrote and say Ollie I need to fix this now by now you gotta know it you gotta look at this shit you write different you gotta go back and think I gotta fix some stuff and you don’t do that yet you have to do that OK here’s the line
persona
i know im sad even when i smile even when i laugh
“this smile to me its just arts and crafts”
Brilliant line, describing faking to look ok, even though it takes hard work and artistry..
Tho the witch ain’t gone
The witchcraft is done
Don’t ya’ll hate masks
Now Vivid is the speed master
Now his magic is to move on
No more harmed or harmin’
His poetry crew see to it
That he knows he’s all that!
He he, see you made me flow too early in the morning, be well and keep writing !
thanks alot, I love your flow
Glad…Bobby and I got your poetry back …
His poetry crew see that
His words still jam!
(Maybe the last two lines?)
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