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The Demons on the inside ( my first real vent thru poerty )
So now my words have strength
Powers bestowed in script, many consider it a gift
Besting my self with every word I print
Expanding my style, defining my views
Put Me on the line, judge me, my talent and how hard I tried
Every ones a critic, every one can perfect on I
I learn as I go along but so many are like "nah"
So many say that's good, but they can do better
Add this, change that, give It a little more flavor
Read what I wrote smile and say nice
Turn and laugh, "damn why's he even write"
Say each poem sounds so much a like
But I am one man with one man's sight
Some wish I'd stick to the drawing arts, the pictures I draw some how touch the heart
I take that and write but to them I'm just "aight"
I write about anything at all,
from the dirt on ceiling to the day love wasn't eternal any more
Truthfully I surprise my self, but yall really don't believe in me
Honestly I write to prove I have something worth while to speak
I write to see how many the little mans views would reach
I've been told I brought a tear, given someone's soul a rise
Cleared out the fog of self imposed lies
Handed a smile to those ready to lay down and die
My mind moves around rarely in the same place twice
I consider this me, but many think I am trying to be way to many things
I try my hand at something extreme and its like "damn here we go again"
Never knew what I wanted, couldn't tell you in a year were I'd be
But for all those that aint sure a pen will be with me
I Take the anger to fuel the mind, prove them wrong with every thing at every chance and time
Use what I have, limit my self never even with no ones by my side
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"No bodies going to love me like me so i'm a soul provider" Joe Buddens
"So for all you wana be's who's attitude is shitty God don't like ugly but he aint to fond of pretty neither" Lyfe Jennings
http://www.myspace.com/watcher07
Last edited by Philly_215; 03-29-2005 at 03:21 PM.
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