Visions speak to me in surround sound, as the visual plays in high definition clear as the sight of a child with 20/20 vision. The decisions I make affect my future living, my plans of wealth a picture perfect health, with ups and downs, in and outs, this picture slowly diminishes to something else. Considered a low life because my plans didn't go right, the future looked so bright but now it's dim like a low light, all because I didn't keep my ship tight. Momma always said it would be days like this, on the other hand no she didn't because I wasn't raised like this, how did my path get paved like this? Oh I remember...I wanted an easy day, making money the easy way, that hood ish, educated, but dreamed of being hood rich. Using my hood sense instead of common sense to carve a path in life that would compliment my confidence. Instead I chose the thug life, selling drugs life, mistaking it as the good life, the fast life, a lot of cash life, the wondering everyday is this my last life, I'm in too deep life, the I ain't slept in weeks life, the rough life, the tough life, the I can't get enough life, jail life, no bail life, how did I end up in hell life. The truth is I got lost in life when I went left on easy street, when I should've made that right on hard work and success, now my future is what I'm facing, my steps I'm retracing, just to find what I lost when it was dreams that I was chasing.
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OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Skitz
Definition of PainLook deep into my eyes and see through to my soul there you will see the pain and agony my body consoled, for years been hurt, but hid the pain behind the smile on my face trying to erase the hate and the anger for myself that I blame upon others blinded by the words of lovers who pretend to love me for me, secretly loving the next brother slash other...playing me like a sucker, on the other hand denied by a man posing as father figure leaving me at two with nothing but lies and broken promises. A man he couldn't be to take on this challenge for the sake of his child, instead he ran off and left me wondering with no answers and a lot of questions. Basically this whole situation got me guessing, should I be mad? Just forget it? no I can't because everyday I re-live it!  |
ChallengesHard hitting, soft spoken, words potent as my eyes open I can see through these words that are spoken, truth be told I unfold it, what lies beneath I tote it no matter what he weight is I hold it, upon my shoulders is where it stays posted. The result is explosive out comes the explosion, the blood, sweat, and tears I was holding, the pain that I'm unloading my desire to try and focus, but I'm blinded by the light of the closest thing to me, what it seems to be it's hard to break the spell that brings me back into reality. You see my life challenges me with day to day situations, obstacles that I'm facing, trials and tribulations, but I overcome it all even with my back pressed against this wall. People try to bring me down though I still won't fall. I'm blessed just to be my best makes me feel like superwoman with that "S" on my chest, yes my life is complicated although with a little motivation and self determination I believe I can make it. I hate it one minute, the ... |
VisionsVisions speak to me in surround sound, as the visual plays in high definition clear as the sight of a child with 20/20 vision. The decisions I make affect my future living, my plans of wealth a picture perfect health, with ups and downs, in and outs, this picture slowly diminishes to something else. Considered a low life because my plans didn't go right, the future looked so bright but now it's dim like a low light, all because I didn't keep my ship tight. Momma always said it would be days like this, on the other hand no she didn't because I wasn't raised like this, how did my path get paved like this? Oh I remember...I wanted an easy day, making money the easy way, that hood ish, educated, but dreamed of being hood rich. Using my hood sense instead of common sense to carve a path in life that would compliment my confidence. Instead I chose the thug life, selling drugs life, mistaking it as the good life, the fast life, a lot of cash life, the wondering everyday is this my last ... |