Last to laugh so
I’m the last one falling inside of my grave
If you were old fashioned you’d call me a knave
Shoot you’d call me a slave
Cause I’ll slave for a good times
Slave for good lines
So I can make some good rhymes
Give me a chance and I’ll save some good minds
That’s how the dreams of the kindhearted they always started
But souls
They don’t remember after he joins the dearly departed
They remember he wasn’t the smartest
He wasn’t the hardest
Painted lyrical pictures but he wasn’t an artist
I can see the future
So why did I start this
Because
I school with the smartest
Grew with the hardest
And right now I’m promoting an artist
I got talent that’s true
And I never ran with a crew
Still I can’t thank me for the things that I do
I was blessed … Continue reading
Author: G.C.
Somebody to Love
I woke up in this prison called hell
And I have too many stories to tell
I wish I had the time
I wish I had the flow
Because I know I have rhymes
I’m always watching for the bad people
The wolves in sheep’s clothing
Noting
That most of what they say behind my back is contradictory
Excuse what I say
I’m just quoting
“See that dude, wish he would drop on his face.
Why he think he all that?”
I’m only saying what I hear and I heard all that
I only wished you the best
Nothing but good will
You know the rest
Most of the words I used I got them from text
But what I know I lived it
Always willing to learn
So I’m always asking what’s next
When I speak they call me a fool
Thinking I jest
But if you’ve ever met … Continue reading
100 Day Story: Day 2
It was a day later
Sunday
Her mother had made an appointment
For lunch
She looked at her Watch
It was still early
Five past ten
They’d been walking around for a while
But then again
The market wasn’t such a bad place
The sites, the tastes
Not to mention it was public
Just in case
She’d left her significant other sleeping
Or so it seemed
He was dreaming
At peace deeply breathing
But glances her mother threw
Gave her this feeling
And there would come a point
When her mother would
Share the meaning
Meaning as hungry as she was
Lunch could wait
She wasn’t curious about
The feeling
“Did you miss breakfast again?”
“Yes mother.”
“You know you should take better
Care of yourself. That means eating…”
There it was gain…the feeling
“Let’s grab a bite, we’ve been
Walking a while so somewhere
Private
Where there’s seating.”
This … Continue reading
100 Day Story: Day 1
She woke up yawning
Turning to the phone ringing
Singing that song
In her head she finds herself humming along
Caller ID says mom
It was who she expected
Wanted was another name
Her thoughts before the ring
Was that things would never be
The same
But it wouldn’t hurt
To see his name
“Morning mom, it’s kind of early.
Couldn’t you have waited till later?”
Apparently not
“Your well being was greater.”
So they banter
Daughter speaking about her week
Mother berates her
Daughter gets frustrated
“Okay mom, I’ll talk to you
later…”
She lays in bed thinking
About the conversation
And maybe her mother was right
There was no reason for her to
Have reservations
For the date
Had already been made
The morning was still young
And the sound beside her
Made her turn to face the other figure
In the picture
He was to some a … Continue reading
Poetry Writing part 2: Practice
*write up coming soon… Continue reading