SmurpheeeMajor
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just different
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RonnieL says: Great confession of words and feelings. great piece. |
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Smurpheeemajor says: Lol thanks just noticed I hadn't been proof reading what I wrote, hehe so ashamed..... But either way thanks |
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WarriorCarryingWater says: Nice flow! |
OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY SmurpheeeMajor
I needLately it hurts for me to talk sober, my heart trembles with every word I mumble, so forgive me if I fumble but yet something cripples my every breath, tried running but it feels like there's mud in my shoes, am slipping all over my self in every step forward, that's how I found my self behind, Been feeling like no one listening, the echoes of my voice reach a very distant place, praying is hard when you dwell in a place with no love lost, but O Lord I swear I need You, I need You to Hear me even when am not listening to my self, Need You very much so as to hold me when I let go of my self, Need You to understand what I complicated my self See swear I am in need of You, this yearning for your touch is from deep within a place so so so so....... I need You Lord I need you to write me back, I know you have a message You need me to read, I know you, know how much I need to hear from you again, the very existence of me depends on it, Without you Iam nothing, This... |
choo chooI caught a train out of town yesterday, Bought a train ticket straight to the middle of nowhere, just so I could head somewhere just not here, had to live it all behind so I jumped on rail road track last night!!! Used my imagination to lift up chains around my neck that hang me to the ceiling of my head, thoughts as loud as day I can see the rope slowly wrenching the life out of my soul so I gotta get away, Make it farrrr away, You know I won't finish this right just teasing hi family |
My Life
  I find myself telling tales on pages, stories of my life, Named and numbered they are now a property of art, How can it be that my pain be shed through a systematic flow that consists of no rhyme, That my life be portrayed as poetry, just talent, That is soon to disappear into nowhere??   Is this it? The true definition of my life?? Entertainment, They watch and listen to what am living, rejoicing at what my mouth spits, Glorify my name and say that I made it? Ask them, what did I made, Just because you hear h0pe in the words that I recite and watch others get encouraged by what I have lived did... |