It's a compilation of past and present experiences of a teenage boy , who is relating through poetry .Some experiences personal while others are shared ......
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He embraces his emotions , for most times they haunt him and he feels alone . Through these words his rage is calmed and emotions embraced , It's the most of soothing gifts , it's therapy . These words are beyond childish views and egos , this is emotion poured out on paper . It's a testament of these phases..........
"Don't wait .The time will never be just right."..... Napoleon Hill
Time
Tick tock , the crimson clock goes With every second a notion comes Kick it feels like in my mind , blood filled with adrenaline I'm excited More excited than I am frightened
Should I go for it , or should I wait for my name to called out What if I am the odd one out Rise up child , be confident in what you do Be the one to write your own destiny and lay aside all the scrutiny
They say we are victim to the system , but we are victims that will break the system We are the ones to lay mayhem We will stand tall like the willow on the hill
As we set loose our minds and stop being skeptical For our existence to be mightier We shall surely aim higher Blood on walls and streets , thousands left dead and gone . Many violent screams breaking from a distance . The images I see , inflict skepticism upon thy mind Wounds inflicted on the innocent for expressing agony and disappointment in the system
From the dust , sweat and blood Warriors arise , artists emerge and masters availed Only time will heal the wounds , we suffer Only time will tell
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Tied
On the road to riches , mans is bound to miss a few turns Have a couple of burns . But hey at least we don't turn to ruins . It's only left to the most realest of you To guide mans onto the right path .
I stepped on your toes , and didn't say sorry I was ignorant and arrogant I told lies in the name of making ties You were there , silence in your counsel Quietly you pondered on what day I would wake up ?
I thought less of you , when I should have held your hand as we weathered the storm Infact I was all lukewarm. So you faced the wolves on your own
I bullied you into doing wrong things , with no plausible cause Still you tagged along making my cause your cause
I sidelined you , when the fame came They all said I had game All the fake ones swarmed on me that got me blind
Running from the dreams we had I went on to chase the wind . When they all had deserted me The clout desiccated and gone I don't drip no more There you were . Holding my hand , as I take the walk of shame Looking at the mirror , all I see is lame
