POEMS I've wrote

POEMS I've wrote I've used poetry since real young as way to express myself, coping strategies, and venting.

In the 5th grade I won contest second place in Indiana for poem I wrote about recycling.

10/18/2021

Real s**t

07/13/2020

...while I’m at work you in my bed fu***ng another man, I analyze everything I can’t seem to understand, what the f**k went wrong man this ain’t the plan, now I focus on covering concrete boots with lots of sand, where did he go, nobody knows probably vanished to another land, I try to focus on stacking paper, count another grand, amazing career slinging concrete, I make killer money, million dollar job sites bitch I am no dummy, profitable at everything I do, real talk, I’m not being funny, see me shine brightest on cloudy days, I don’t need it sunny, we argue and we fight, I am wrong and you are right, you’re deception and you’re lies about all these other guys, trust is no longer an option and you don’t even understand why, I’m in the wrong when I call you out your name tell you “you’re a w***e” you get mad and yell at me and I don’t even know why for, everyday I go to work ones coming threw the door, so many false promises how it won’t happen anymore, another lonely gravel road, or the freshly loaded 38, this would of never been written if I had tossed you in the lake and used you as fu***ng bait, .... wait, he’s a woman be**er, I don’t know why he treats her the way he do, come digest my dinner plate and see what the f**k she puts me threw, everyday I stay tru, everyday she’s brand new, best believe, I guarantee, come stand by me and you will see, the words I say will stick like glue, I’m OCD clean, work hard, got valuables, and stack paper, few point men on my crew at anytime do me a favor, f**k me over, blink your eye and I’m your new next door neighbor, promise to you is I let nothing go, they should call me now and later! Real talk

11/24/2019

One of the first poems I ever wrote for my mom from lock up about age 15...Im settin here reminiscing about the hard times I have, life at home growing with an alcoholic dad, drugs all around, that's all there seemd to be, life was so dull, without the bag of w**d, getting depressed, focusing strictly on the trigger, the next bag of w**d would soon make my mind reconsider, it would make me remember all the values of mine, most important my family would remind to put down that nine, I set here and wonder what brought me down to this stage, this game I been living feeling my soul with this rage, and why that's what I don't understand, in and out of placements until I'm nearly a man, but why risk living the rest of my life in jail all over a f**ked up game that makes my life a living hell, so for now I'm going to work on my problem, but that's easier said than done, love you Mom ur son

11/24/2019

Was wrote while back but that individual got into my Facebook and erased it so im reposting it since I finally found it..... You said my words for me is what you got tatted, death before dishonor,then to my surprise again u ratted,on me,sent me back before my Honor,the judge,u the biggest dope cook in the city,tho u can't handle a hustln thug, these tymes been very gritty,I'm a dog chasing the kitty, predator who feels no pitty,hustler who counts just hundreds and fifty's,I hope you dodge the slug-hollow points fill my mug, even Karma hides under the rug,it's times like these u need to fear,mind ur Q's and P's little bit the time is near,my heart's trying to be sincere, little bit was gone but now she's here, again by morning time she will disappear,then like dope in a bone she will re-apear,it is you I need to steer away from to be in the clear,it's not the game u need to fear,or the shake and bake that brought you here,it's all your lies that I despise,your a pretty dope fieghn in disquise,look into my steady eyes, this may be the time for you to hide, could be family I've memorised,or details of your every lie,in Thumpers life this s**t don't fly,my promise to you is I get my piece of the pie,and never get even unless I'm high, all my words are tru and bold,my heart is blue and cold,this is a game you need to fold,on Bentley's name u shouldn't of told,on me, that's the absolute worst thing you could of done,I play these kinds of twisted games for fun, it's what your good at,u need to run, only this time don't forget your son, remember I'm not the dad,I let you get away with that, actually I see the test results are the best I've ever had,kid in common with you been really bad, strung out momma who helped lock up dad,thanx tho I kinda needed a place to stay,on my head in the corner watching days slip away,hot shower,clean clothes, and three good meals a day, with a chance to scratch all of our names off the food trays,my words are always Tru,ask yourself who got who, you know I'll continue to do what I do, and shine even brighter not having you, even tho while in jail you stole my truck,I still don't feel as if I got f**ked,and know without you beside me I'm sure to have better luck...and your right, you are no chicken, your more like a duck!

11/24/2019

---so word around town is I got someone out here trying to find them a heater cause their tired of me breathing, that's cool, it's the same bitch I got tired of her cheating, got tired of her leaving, got tired of the constant lies where her word was no longer worth believing, got tired of being locked up multiple times by the same bitch before I realized her being by my side I wasn't needing, in-between the lines I wasn't reading, now thats one less mouth I'm no longer feeding, now there's som**hing very important I think you need to know before you get yourself all worked up tricking yourself into believing your hard enough to roll, tough enough to go, I don't think you could come up with the shovel you would need to help you dig the hole, I bet even if I supplied you with the heater and the ammo you still ain't down enough to go, I think u talking slow, and I think u soft as snow, plus you working for the 5-0, trying to keep it on the low, your s**t don't add up I been counting it all day, I think you som**hing like a figure skater, you digging what I say, you skated on our charges and got free, cut your ankle monitor off and you still free, then you present during a drug bust and you walking I still see,....by the way you got caught telling they put that s**t on TV. Please tell my bitch KARMA when she done with you to come back and see me!!! Ps.... F**k the Simpson crew I'd rather do my prison time and walk with my head up then feeling like a w***e who set other people up instead of doing my own bit. Ya digg

11/24/2019

One poem I wrote when I couldn't sleep one night while locked up... It's still Sunday night I just mailed your letter out, I'm setting here thinking, what time I'm still facing, bad thoughts I'm erasing, my feet are pacing, my mind is racing, will I get mail back, I hate having doubt, I need to cut it out, all my thoughts I'm getting, my mind is slipping, I may be tripping, what the f**k is all this about, I'm a BOSS, I know if I put nothing in, then I can't take no loss, I don't ask no questions except what's it cost, feelings are som**hing I thought that I had lost, to feel happy, to feel mad, to feel good, to feel sad, I love all my little babies man I'm their dad, it's harder than you may think trying to be som**hing you've never had, feelings that I've failed at this, have me feeling really sad, but to hope they may still love me, have me feeling really glad, I'm fu***ng cold, I want to come threw heavy, impressions so bold, I know they won't forget me, this poker hand I need to fold, but I keep saying hit me, this roll I need to slow before the corner comes and gets me, I'm steady knocking on the devils door, hustling m**h, cheating death, dealing with these fu***ng w***es, steady trying to up the score, I say I'm done, but again I'm out there buying more, the dream of getting rich really quick that I never quit, but still remain fu***ng poor, fu***ng depression, im feeling like I got built up aggression, I'm only guessing, but I probably need to change the direction my life is heading, I'm dealt a loosing hand, but you find me at the table still betting, here I'm surrounded by C.O.'s and gangbangers, but I'm still som**hing frightening, call me super impulsive, I'll strike on you like lighting, make an example out your ass, I find it exciting, big fish in a small pond, where the baits always bitting.

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