Spoken Poetry

Life-long learned lessons, departed expressions, browsing every inch of her body because she has imperfections,
But i don’t care,
I see what’s beneath the surface not what’s plainly there,
Constantly on my nerves, pulling out my hair,

We were made to walk with a companion,
Then why was i born in an age where there’s an empty space where my wife’s supposed to be standing,
Or landing,
I’m single rightfully so,
I had an interest in love but that principle has begun to corrode,
I hope,
That the soap of a woman, could cleanse my loneliness,
Or is loneliness the soap that cleanses my common sense,

Damn,
Shit got me thinking about those times i was caught winking, but the girls denied my application without even blinking,
Shrinking,
My motivation to shoot shots does happen quite a lot because I’m a flavorless stew stirring in a pot,

Soft spoken, feelings awoken, I’m a punk in that regard because when it’s time to reveal my thoughts I’m always choking,
Push comes to shove i get to the point when I’ve had a enough so i take my heart & sweep underneath the rug,
It’s bugs me that toxic masculinity defines the males,
But we’re human beings who can feel, show flavor, f*** the stale,
Crush it, like a bale,
Show a damn smile, tell a tale,
People tend to hide their emotion then send it off like in-transit mail,

But not i,
I embrace compromise,
You could lift the burden of deception yet you still tell a lie,
No surprise,
Such a cliché to not communicate, so unwise, swatting away common decency like unwanted flies,
I wish the cries of the damned concerned the alive,
I wish the pie wasn’t the only thing always on my mind,
The thought of me dying gives me comfort & pride - so i can’t wait to transcend this earthly plane when it’s time,

Life-long learned lessons, departed expressions, browsing every inch of her body because she has imperfections,
But i don’t care,
I observe what’s beneath the surface not what’s plainly there,
Constantly on my nerves, pulling out my hair,

We were made to walk with a companion,
Then why was i born in an age where there’s an empty space where my wife’s supposed to be standing,
Or landing,
I’m single rightfully so,
I had an interest in love but that principle has begun to corrode,
I hope,
That the soap of a woman, could cleanse my loneliness,
Or is loneliness the soap that cleanses my common sense,

Damn,
Shit got me thinking about those times i was caught winking, but the girls denied my application without even blinking,
Shrinking,
My motivation to shoot shots does happen quite a lot because I’m a flavorless stew stirring in a pot,

A life without friends, a life with those who pretend , it seems when i meet my end all I’d have is Benjamin’s,
& Tim’s,
I just want to commend - the fact that some people can give more when they didn’t have to lend,
Poet turned songwriter, songwriter turned artist, i wasn’t born with the natural talent but amongst the ignorant, I’m the smartest
I try to work the hardest,
My success: i called it,
I’ll be back to review this round after it’s been applauded,