I thought to myself today, I might aswell indulge you all in a poem. December 2008 Life And The Misconception WOW! Life is similar to a black absis, I don't believe that anyone still exsists, & life still persists, on making us wish we were decise, how will you die car accident, diease? sorry I'm not putting you at ease, but I'm not going to lie and telll you life is fun, when I don't even believe, I can see, but can we, see together istead of just me, back to sitting on my jack jones, sing sad songs so the tears begin to flow, I raise the blade, rasor blade, and begin to moan, my eyes blow up and begin to swell, will I ever reach heaven or is earth hell? never the less I can stay sound and well, but like a child wating for that letter from their father through the mail, but I couldn't care less, I'm sour like the inside of a lemon not the zest, why should I stive to be my very best? I wish I could lay dead with the rest, of the world, but I already am , funny the room is begining to sprial, too much blood , plasma and haemglobin running, gushing from my veins, but don't worry babes I'm sane , well I think so anyway, to much blood seeping from me , my last day could be today, hip hip horay they seem to shout, but you never truly know what is lurking about, my mouth, that oraphsis is never proflic spout, many things you can do with the mouth, sing , smile , kiss , pout, what if we're living god's dream, literally, or made to live here and replay you life again and again, constantly what youself slip away from you so called best friend, you watch yourself call it quits, this is the seventh time you can recite your life word for word to the end, or just be oblivious and not bethink just pretend, I've had it with life I'm nearly at my wits end, but until then I'll be a mindlesssheep and follow the trends, are you mad, that would throwing away talent and the relationship i have with my pen, my one true friend, it may run out but I know i can refill it and continue on my route, maybe my talents will direct me to be a talent scout, but without that extra push I need, I sit and wonder why do i always fall to my knees, when confrontation strikes, isiit out of fear or fright, is god truly there to give me the light, lyrical tourment and pain all in the brain, living each day again and again, the complete same, you watch the mistakes again and again, my fingers hurt but I continue to write anyway, it just flows out is t the truth ... that for you to sit and comtemplate, god, the devil, relgion is the greatest debate, makes people grow up and hate of that they know nothing about, their knowlegde is deadout like a decade of drought, what is life about? something that they know nothng about fully, like grime music and hoodies, poetry and kids shows like scooby , so narrowminded and stupid, love? love is so ironic, it can be erotic or poltonic, the word is becoming meaning less, slwoing getting changed into a nuemonic, people so quick to say it like sonic, cause they want it, jump on it, like a those girls on t.v. being a mans desire on a car bonnet, but this world longs it, so is this a loving world, that for you yet again to sit and compare, we live and breathe this constant nightmare, and it's not freddy lingering in there, and continue to pollute the air, just just carbon emissions, but by the way adultery lies and the wicked tongue dissing, ish a way of pollution, we have things like apendix for no reason they say it's a part of evolution, life is an educational insitution, minor alterations are all that can be achieved, don't believe, just look around and see.