MzAmbition

I assure you I?m at my end my mind is fulfilled on empty
Running on fumes and the gas light hasn?t come on
The fumes from the smoke enter inside my body
Polluting the last good I owned
The only good I had ever come to known
As it clouds the vision through my eyes
My eyes would appear wide shut
Im on cloud nine. cloud nine? no cloud ten
I make a long sigh?take a deep breath
This is the only instance time takes a pause
Then I realize this could be my last breath
The fumes choke my air passage ways
Leaving me stuck waiting to exhale
I?m struggling to survive
I just want to remember
Want to remember The good that happened
Yet so much of the files in my mind are corrupt
Corrupt?maybe that is why I can?t move on
I take a foot forward and end up a yard behind
Retracing steps of the pass
I never desired to relive again
I try but can?t get past the past
It keeps following me
Following me
The haunting memories follow me like a crook in the night
Where has my night and shining armor been when I?ve needed him most
I needed him close
I needed?.to remember
I came out like a soldier but almost died
Almost died but I came out alive
I didn?t ask for this to be my situation
I never asked to be in this position
I just needed one thing
For someone to take time to listen
But I?ve gone just a step too far
Just a little too crazy
I?ve lost the last memory I had of?
Of happiness?happiness
There is no joy
There is pain that runs through my veins
There is the pulse of a crack addict when
Going through revolting withdraws
I?m at my end!
Waiting for the good Samaritan
The good Samaritan
Who am I fooling?
The world is operated by the devil himself and
I?m just one of his marionettes
Lord willing?ill get that old thing back
I?ll live life as I had before regrets
And ill learn how to open up again
And be that little angel my dad said I am
I just need someone to listen
Open your ears
Listen to me don?t just hear the words that I?m saying
Give my message time to digest
Give me the opportunity to trash my internal misery
To alleviate the pain and heartache
To build on a solid foundation of memory
I just ask that someone listen
My tanks on E and fumes only take you so far
This is my last breath, my dying hope.
That someone listens to me.

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langston leguizamO

I'd try breaking this up into stanzas. It might help with the rhythm of the piece and would make it easier to read.

Would you describe yourself as a spoken word artist, a page poet, neither, or both?

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MzAmbition

This was something I wrote without edit or second thought trying to get past "writers block" Came out ok could be better with feedback and edits.
With that being said this drop would be more of a spoken word piece.
Overall I do not put my writing style or work into a category I consider myself outside the box. I am versatile.

Appreciate the response. Why is this site so weak on the poetry portion of the forum? That shit needs a change. RT

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langston leguizamO

^^word.

freewriting is a great way to get over writer's block. I actually haven't written a poem in over a year. I just post old shit that I've edited.

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MzAmbition

LMAO...thats what u gotta do sometimes..! Born Ready To Die is old like 4 years old lol. and its gone through massive edits over time.

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