I never planned on being
The good guy
Or the bad guy
Sorry
Was never fond of Jerry
Or Maury
They used to call me Tom
But I wasn’t that cat
Who needed all that
Glory
That’s another
Story
My book keeps telling me to write
Hurry
I have so much to say
My pen
Filled with
Worry
They haven’t touched in a while
Pen and paper
Perfect pair
Like that one guy
And Mike Lowrey
Bad Boys
That’s another
Story
Sorry
My mother wanted to see me on Oprah
I’m so late
So late to show
Now I’m in a rush
Hurried
I’m getting nervous now
Worried
My past is so full
Distinguished
Storied
And it’s already been told
So I write
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Category: Poem
To Me
Every day is new to me
Everyday is cool to me
Because the only time I feel alive
Is when I look like
A fool to me
I said that quickly
Now pause
And sit me
Down
Talk about it
With my inner clown
Every day is new to me
Because I don’t forget
What yesterday used to be
An when I’m clean
I look the way I used to
See
Young man it seems
You’re considering about your
Used to be
Raison d’être
As the French
Used to dit
Still do
Pardonnez-mois
It all sounds like
An excuse to me
See
Even though I remember yesterday
I don’t remember me in it
Very well
So I can’t tell
If I’m new
Or I’m used to me
All those things
That have fused to me
Are they trash
Or of use to me
Maybe that’s why
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Grand Scheme
In the grand scheme
This is a big dream
And I’m a ‘gangsta’ with a deep lean
In the small scope
Just a dude that sold dope
So I could buy hope
Cheap
Typical
And I can’t be critical
Without being critical
Of my minor role
That introduced me to big actors
Real characters
I won’t defend my toll
By telling you all the factors
I’ll just say
I strayed
Regrets
Only that I couldn’t go all out
That I couldn’t ball out
Because these morals
My mother and I talked out
So my stories are made up
Of
Should have done
Could have done
Would have done
The allure
Was miserable fun
Wallowing
Because they didn’t get me
They wouldn’t let me
I was so confident
I hid away my confidence
Dimmed my power
Forgot I hover
Head and shoulders above
About as high as a babbling tower
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Ramblings
My name is Earl. The show.
My life , my wife
Wait no, I’m wife
In strife
In life
Sickness and health
Til death may we part
But my name can’t be Earl if I myself am a girl
Cruel mothers name their kids cruel things
But my mother wasn’t
So while I am a girl
I am not a girl named Earl
I did however
At one point
A time or two
Watched a show called my name is Earl
Why do we needed to know what is name is
That’s far beyond my scope of understanding
Did I care
Did you care
Someone cared
Questions breed more questions
Confused?
Me too
It’d be more helpful if our questions breed answers
Would it not?
Or would life be too easy
Too easy to be
Easy to exist
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Mortal Kombat
We’ll always run into tines in our lives
When we’re faced to cross two bridges
Y he path to heaven and to hell
Now I’m stuck between the two
It seems every choice I make I’ve gotta think it through
’Cause the pastor preaches one thing
And my mind thinks the next
Now I’m living life with never ending suspense
Not knowing where I’ll end up after
With this life that I lived
I mean haven’t I been in hell?
This life that I live…
Nothing but agony and pain streaming down each one of
My veins
My brain begins to question itself, am I going insane?
Decisions I’ve made, I’ve always went with what was thought to be right
Even if it meant allowing my loved ones to think I was acting out of spite
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