i write cuz i'm sick cuz i got diseased infested words that ooze like puz from my pen see the reason i write is because my vocal cords got cut by that nigga that didn't want me to tell him it was ova. when i write i release all my demons that constantly seek to sodomize my soul. It ain't all good. mainly it's pain. hurting aching type pain. The type pain that keeps u alone in the house. When i write my pen cries cuz i no longer have the tears to shed. I am cracked like glass vases dropped on linolum floors. Shattered
When i write i die a thousand deaths seeking solace in the stillness at the end of my poems. Like china blossoms on spring days. I fall effortlessly off a cliff into nothingness.
i wanted to taste of heaven but instead i was served bitter fruit on a bed of regret.
i can't keep shuffling backwards over the same sour grounds Suckling excuses like nectur from the breast of misery.
So i wrote.
my head is pounding like death knocking at the door in Beethovan's 5. So i write to silence that noise
infidelity is all he promised me hidden lies, sequestered truth
See i know the uglier truth of what shoulda been said. This is not just a poem this is part of the life i’ve led
Mainly i’m just a lazy ass nigga with a fetish for poets and emcees and a talent for writing
my path is littered with half-written love poems and a mouth full of forgotten metaphors i called out in my sleep
if u've ever read my writings then i'm sorry cuz i aint that deep
i coulda been more but i aint shit i was slashin wrists as i wrote this
see...i told u i was sick
*silence*
i simply want to be the love song dangling from her lips-Saul Williams