Hateful Nate

This is a story about a man full of hate

He killed his friend and stuffed the body in a crate

He thought he was followed by the cops

So he got paranoid and dumped the corpse

This is the tale of a guy called Nate

There once was

There once was a woman near here

Who stood on her head for a cheer

She fell down and died

And nobody cried

But they did have a cheerful sneer

There once was a girl so contrary

That people mistook her for a fairy

She argued a lot

She said what she thought

And made everyone very merry.

There once was a poet inspired

Who wrote poems and was admired

He also liked beer

But never shed a tear

Until he grew old and retired. 

Who am I

Articulate I am very,

If you heard me on the phone you would never guess where I was from.

I speak my mind and make no apologies

You are all jealous of me.

But have no fear Im a lot nicer than I appear

And I promise I am actually quite sweet.  

Al Jazi

You always see his back

He got the facts

And adds an ego, that hits his butt crack

Cool and collected he keeps his drinks

Next to his heart which never blinks

I'm only joking

He is a sweet little big boy

He keeps a light saber

To charge his best toy  

Plot Twist

There once was a girl named grey 

Who joked around and like to play

She took it too far, 

slit the tires of her car

And now she is no longer gay...

GAAAAAAY

There was once a boy

who was full of joy 

got sent away

 cuz he relied he is gay 

his soal died, because he can never say "haaaaaaay"

Guess Who

If you stole the ears of this man,
you'd feel youd been hit by a van.
Unless you like the pain
of a fire in your brain.
I share the ears of this man.
-Aly Zein Mohamed

Change

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Change

I used to be cold as stone.
No flesh, just skin and bone.
you came into my life
and saw my strife.
And promised I'd never be alone

You once had my heart in a jar;
all ruined and filled with tar.
One blown kiss
and the jar was mist.
And my heart burnt up like a star.

-Dorian. C. Major

Waiting to Exhale...

Waiting to Exhale...

Lips parted, with the help of a cigarette,                she inhales.   
Unaware, he falls asleep, today was a                       good day.
He dreams, she exhales, everyone is                              happy.


   
Apart from them. She lies, he cheats, they are not truly happy.
In another world with her not on his mind,
                                a different woman's sent            he inhales.
                 
She knows and so does he.
Will he ever tell her? Will she ever tell him?
                  they hope today will be                               the day.       




Breath in, breath out. Do not be afraid of                      the day.
She wants to be free, so does he.
She wants to do as she please and so does he.
So  why cant they just                                                 be happy.
The door unlocks, he walks in, she stands up
                   together                                                 they inhale.


                                              This day, they inhale, they are happy.

What's Right?

What’s Right?

What is Right?

To love or to leave?

To want or to need?

To be her or to be me?

What is right?

Constantly

Continuously

Cynically, Wondering, What is right?

You think you know.

You do not.

The assemblage of thoughts in your mind flow,

Coping

Convincing

Conniving to define What is right?

what's right

what you said because you said it
you read it in a book          look
it's your left footprint and a glint of sun on a wet rock
don't knock it until you try it
did you buy it?          why?
who made you cry? pulled your hair?
were you there when the wall crumbled?
it's the same today or tomorrow
borrow one if you need to
i need you          you said you did too
who thought it would end this way
send a gift to the star or stay
we are all here or there and anyway
we are where we call in the shadow

What do I say?

It's nobody's fault but my own, I say
to be trapped in a prison of changes and breakdowns.

I complained why I'm here or there, but I reached somewhere, elsewhere, and lost sight of what's right.

I might've been unfair to myself being discontented, but I know the deeper the pain the higher indication of a better future. 

Ambition my dear, can't live in a weak hearted.
Ambition is for the brave, passionate and practical.

Power is gained from going through change
and change is the only way out of the trap. 

That's what's right, I say.

What’s right?

What’s right?

Is living in wealth and grace without sharing a piece of the cake right?

Is disregarding others accomplishments because you can’t prosper right?

Is judging others before even knowing them right?

Is getting into fights and arguments before hearing the other side of the story right?

Is assuming the worst and pulling it to your life and let it hinder the actual outcome right?

Is being irritated all the time for no actual reason right?

Is keeping grudges right?

Is giving people second third and fourth chances right?

Is forgiveness truly the key to happiness and personal harmony?

We know the answers to those questions yet all of us are guilty of it. It’s time we look back and really think… what’s right?

Whats right?

B*#&$, s@#*

Your taken back right?

your probably thinking that its not right?

why ?

Morals?

Who really are we with ought morals ?

do you think we would be savages living in an uncensored world?

So we are censored?

Fake?0000000000000000000

Are you Fake ?

who are you ?

ask yourself that

whats right? 

What’s right?

Opening when locked tightly away

Closing when darkness comes very near

Thinking against when truth goes astray

Smiling when jaws are stiff with fear

Turning around when going right

Choosing right when planning wrong

Singing the words you cannot write

Joining the weak while feeling strong.