Archive for January, 2006

Tailor of Anger

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6 years ago
by bangbang023 in

Tailor of Anger (1/2/2006)

Sometimes I find it’s hard to simply keep control of my temper
I guess it only makes sense when you’re put underneath this pressure
Cause my anger’s like a measure of the weight that makes me snap
Next thing I know, I’ve lost control and I can’t regain it back
Though, I know I could retract my statements, give apologies
Sometimes I do, but often not, it’s a fickle part of me
I just find it’s hard to see between the bursts of anger in me
This is a role that’s never old, I just find it kind of fits me
Cause the way it can bewitch me and incense my greatest darkness
It’s like the love that’s from a drug that gives to you regardless
And it helps me find a target even times when I don’t have one
I spray and hope for victims with this verbal kind of handgun
Meanwhile, I’m still the sad one and just nothing’s been accomplished
I get so dumb within the hate, I lose faith in being honest
Like the time I spent in college and was given too much freedom
An open canvas will drag you down if you don’t know how to read one
But, damn I’m glad to be one, though I know it sounds so lame
I can’t write out the reason but I know I love this game
Cause it seems to keep me sane, well, enough to keep me level
Though, the writers block often leaves me so disheveled

I don’t know what I’m writing and I don’t know what to say here
I’ve tried to keep my cool while the rage still tries to stay here
And I always try to stay clear of the fights and stupid arguements
Even though it may not seem, I’m never the one starting it
I just tend to warm and harbor it and add my fuel into the fire
Then shit gets kind of crazy and the hatred climbs much higher
Cliched, but not a liar, is the label they often give me
Fuck you too, I’ll bust you too, and pray you don’t forgive me

Notes: Not my strongest piece ever, but good enough to post and not scrap. I’m just looking at my short temper, a bit. The last line is meant to be a little ironic and symbolic of the cycle I go through and how easily the switch can get flipped. Yes, it’s also meant to contrast the rest of the poem in a funny way.

Notchless Kid

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6 years ago
by bangbang023 in

Notchless Kid (1/2/2006)

Some people like talking shit but I don’t see them walking it
It’s like they start the pitch and then suddenly they’re balking it
Fucking up and chalking it then reaching for erasers
Little whiney pussies with no rhymes upon their papers
Yet still they’re turning pages, with the whispered chitter chatter
Too fucking scared to talk, son, well, what the hell’s the matter?
Your pride already shatter? Why don’t you try again son?
You got all my attention so spit a rhyme and then some….
Oh wait, that’s right, I guess all you got is nothing
Your expertise means shit if you can’t accomplish something
Prove to me this one thing and just show me how you’re better
Lay out a hundred rhymes and let me read every damn letter
Cause I’m getting so damn fed up with people who can’t write shit
Criticizing me because they could never write just like this
They’re unable to expose themselves with passion and conviction
Just another little kid without emotional nutrition

But before I fucking seal this up, let me spell my rules, kid
Don’t speak unless you’re spoken to or else I’ll just refuse it
I won’t even review it ’til you prove that you could match me
You’re better or you’re nothing, just the former can attack me
Cause I won’t let you distract me while you’re jerking in the corner
A pussy on the net who’s too afraid to cross my border
In nature’s law and order, you’re twenty notches far below me
Yet, still you try to talk like you’ve had the chance to know me
So, until you fucking show me, I’ll smirk and know I own you
You’re Chris’ little bitch and my mission’s to dethrone you
Don’t email, I won’t phone you, it’s only face to face, kid
I’ve got the fucking skills and I won’t slow down and pace it

Note: Next time anyone wants to start with me, either do it face to face or, at least, have a rhyme ready. If not, you’re simply nothing but another little bitch.

Revolving Memories

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6 years ago
by bangbang023 in

Revolving Memories (1/2/06)

Looking through your pictures, I just wish that I could tear them
And throw away the memories and find the pieces to repair them
I’d walk away from the past and never stop to question
The words we said, the things we did, and why it leaves depression
But I’m stuck here guessing what I did wrong and how I can avoid it
Two people with a gift of love, but they couldn’t just enjoy it
Does that void it? Does it matter? Does it change around the meaning?
Is it really love at all if both people wind up bleeding?
Was it only puppy love or our own infatuation
And we made it into love somewhere behind imagination
But the way it saturated and consumed up all our time
It really makes me stop to think and hope that it was right
Cause somewhere, in my mind, it has never stopped existing
Thoughts and cares and worries to which I’ve always tried resisting
Praying to whomever trying to give back all I’d taken
The promises that I had made with no intent to break them

As our roads drift more apart, I can still hear mental echoes
The way that you once talked to me with love right from the get go
But, though we never said so, I think we knew right from the start
That all our doubts would overcome and tear us both apart
And it breaks my fucking heart to know we gave it all for nothing
Both of us had room to grow and we didn’t want just one thing
Cause we both had different goals in life and way too many choices
The words we said were lost behind the changes in our voices
So the pain remains so cloistered behind everything that I remember
I wish I could forget it all right back to that September
But etched it is and will remain, it’s one of life’s great hurdles
I wish that it would simply fade unlike your ring of turtles
Cause revolving in these circles of this painful recollection
Always leaves me weakened as I stare at my own reflection
The face you loved, the face you hated, the eyes that look so cold now
The times that never faded even if I’m on my own now

Notes: Nothing to say about it.

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