tru poetry

my mouth is silent
but yet ma words pour out
i show no rhythem
but yet ppl start to clap and shout
it is becuz im say nuttin
but 2 them im saying sumthing
dat make my words come alive
the crowd stops
i suddenly still
it seems lyk they could feel wat i feel
but yet my mouth is silent
but ma words pour out

my lyfe

i feel so alone......
wen days past and past where my head just rome..............
fuck up thiing is i dont have a house 2 call home............
where the blade mets my skin............
n all the blood begins................
i cry between these 4 walls.............
n the men around me makes my skin crowls.............
as i write i begin to cry...............
n all i can ask is y...........
everyone denies me the little happiness i feel........
ppl call me mean say my words could kill..............
but how would you feel if you had no where 2 go in your xcape rout was a man home.........

my thoughts

im so ova wat it use to be..................
it was always in my thoughts of wat it can be................
damn i cant believe i use 2 dream dat it was always u n me...........
but i got to rememba second place neva get a prize...........
no more i could neva deny.........................
deny my lies..............
if u cant see...................
den i b damn if i put all the blame on me............
i was the one who heard your cries...............
i was the one who your body satified................