Poetic Crisis

Poetic Crisis Poems

Slip of the tongue and curse your lips,
It's those words that i'll miss,
Painful memories that have a twist,
Can I play on you just one more trick,
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You are not your own,
You were bought with a price,
All hail the king,
The king of sacrifice,
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Hush little baby don't say a word,
God's got a knife to a mockingbird,
And if my knife do dare cut,
Would you cry or keep your mouth shut?
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Daddy pays for all the jewelry dangling from her neck,
Her beauty allows her everything she can get,
Pride stands between her and the girl she use to be,
She looks in the mirror enjoying what she sees,
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So desperately trying to make ends meet,
Laying the foundation of another disease,
Willing to take the strangers hand,
It's the grip of this on my neck,
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We speak in circles,
We live in cycles,
Rendering us weak,
Content on the sleep,
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To be specific i meant you,
To be specific i told you what to do,
Breathing is just so necessary,
The hole becomes a regularity,
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__________A DEDICATION TO YOU___________

I wanna see your eyes roll through the back of your head,
I will never be fine until the day you are dead,
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__________Misery And Lonely Nights___________
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__________WANTING___________

It's gonna take a heart attack to change our perspective,
Forget what we lack and ressurect it,
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__________OUR BEAUTY QUEEN___________

You look away with your painted face,
You think your not see through,
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__________OUR FIFTEEN MINUTES___________

Sitting in the spotlight for all of you to see,
Just a glance and a voiceless plea,
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You wander until your lost,
Or you find the gathering,
Every other kind you can relate to,
We speak for restraint,
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Your neglecting the ignorance of self,
All the sinking ships, That put a hault on progress,
A subtle hint of urgency,
Take the priests hand,
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I have been traveling on this road to long
and im just trying to find my way back home.
these pills are always getting better
but they never get any stronger
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The weak forced to fend for themselves,
We painted this picture, It is now our hell,
The angels hold their tears, As they will cry,
The whispers in my ears slowly will die,
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Now we know what we have done,
And what we have to do,
Tonight we rebuild this structure,
The structure known as you,
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How long can you take this? Gripping tighter on the sleeve,
You let them walk over you, As if to say,
You belong so low, Oh god the ignorance,
So now your on your knees, Attempting to step aside,
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It's a never ending movie,
The same old scenes,
I wonder what could be bothering me,
It's stuck in my head,
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Poetic Crisis Biography

HI, Im 19. i love to write. i never used to though, i used to just leave all my emotions in my head. but now i figured out how to bring those emotions to paper. so i hope you like my poetry, and everyone should check them out. i have no clue what my style is, i just write and thats it... im currently in the navy, i like it but there is better things i could have done. when i get out of the navy i am going to film school in hollywood, to be a director/producer/writer. anything else you want to know just ask..)

The Best Poem Of Poetic Crisis

_____Painting Brick Houses, Sinking Ships_____

Slip of the tongue and curse your lips,
It's those words that i'll miss,
Painful memories that have a twist,
Can I play on you just one more trick,
A lynching that takes place on a hill,
Just to let the world see the blood spill,
Just because there is light doesn't mean your not alone,
So place your name across the stone,
It will be available to everyone you've known,
I still think that you are built as a clone,
Break down all the words you try to say,
If something would happen i'd actually pray,
But i'm only talking to myself,
I'm sure you believe in this, Your hell,
Karma takes its toll out on me,
So many things you will never see,
Hiding everything like a bad dream,
Fraud works in mysterious ways,
Never helping and taking away my days,
All of you just needing something to believe,
Crutches help hold you up but your hearts still on your sleeve,
So say goodbye slowly to the world,
This is the end and the end is cold,
Buried in a box with no doors,
Hoping that life will bring you more,
So secluded in a room crowded around you,
The ace of spades would love to trade,
But the queen wants to keep her heart,
Soft words include the pain involved,
No one acts like anything is wrong,
Written through a blank piece of tissue,
Stressing your words to show your point of view,
Crying as if all of this is true,
Is that suppose to help you,
Do you want that hole finally filled,
Secrets are the backbones of our friends,
It's not my fault i'm like this,
Sometimes hate can be bliss,
No one is alone all we do is seperate emotions,
So luckily I have my words, bullets, knives, guns and grenades,
Sad and happy are both the same thing,
When was the last time a dream came true,
Don't worry i'm still pushing for you...

Poetic Crisis Comments

you have a very unique style... i like how your work could also be read as a rap... and each has a point... keep it up.

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