Slow Motion

First poem, it involved a lot of devotion.

So much to say

So many feelings to destroy

I just want to watch the right people stay

Without going through the process of losing the close fake and finding out they’ve been sucking up nothing but my success and joy.

From me and the people around me that I love.

Too bad there’s nothing but drugs, to cover what I’m feeling inside but showing above.

But from above..

 My facial features express the emotional depart, which is what everyone doesn’t seem to understand and love,

And not the confusion and lost I’m hiding inside, that is making everyone in the world blind.

 

We’re attracted to the big things and parts.

Big butts, big thighs, big arts.

Big cars, big brands, big cash money and sweethearts.

Finding different ways for a come up rather than getting to know about the galaxy and stars.

We’re made by everything around us, so why not connect and get a head start.

Know the people that the universe puts in your life, they’re bigger stars.

By stars I mean bigger people with bigger hearts.  

Bigger love, bigger energy, and bigger starts.

Bigger goals, bigger advice, and bigger associate in arts.

I don’t want to fall behind, lord knows I can’t afford the time.

Can’t be held back by those around me that do nothing but try to rhyme, put everything on sound cloud thinkin it’s a dime.

I’m trying to go above and beyond this world like Buzz Lightyear, trynna rapid climb.

Trynna reach the stars and touch everything around me so I can be remembered in our children’s past time.

But everything is being thrown at me is holding me back like last time.

My environment making me doubt myself like I used to do in my depression times,

Dam… those were the old times.

Hopefully this won’t last a lifetime, because soon I’ll be bigger, better, and remembered for a long time.

I’m not trying to be the only one succeeding; I want to bring my old peeps.

The ones who were actually there for me when I needed life line.

 Not the goofys claiming they real but laughing behind my back, setting me up so I can waste my life time.

The real OG’s that got separated because we were driven away in a different direction throughout our growing experience and wild times. 

Stuck with the wrong people now right? What a fun time.

I wish times were more like before, peace times.

My OG’s and I just lost a real friend Matt.  Young and only eighteen, what a blue time.

Cancer is a b***h, but it’s all part of the system so now its war time.

I knew this for a very long time; I just didn’t know it was going to happen to one of my n****s sometime.

We all need to get together and show that we may be young but it’s show time.

Prove to the system that it’s our time.

Conspiracies, police brutality, and diseases are all “fun times”.

Ways to make money from our own pockets, while killing our brothers and sisters everyday at any time.

Paying the government taxes and living under laws, working part time while trying to find some time.

 To them it’s fun games to play with our mentality, but I knew this a long time ago because it’s all reality.

My ancestors wouldn’t be proud of me.

They know more about life than l ever will including how blue the sea was once, and how blue it could still be.

We’re smarter than this, this world isn’t supposed to be how it has to be.

 They’re giving me dreams on my past life on how it should’ve been

A world with no violence and no cutting skin.

Trees everywhere, producing fresh oxygen.

 China’s ancestors are already crying,

Thinking how a country can get so polluted with no fresh air and everybody dying.

I guess, that’s what I get for trying.

The farther you get away from the system, the farther you are from flying and the closer you are from dying. 

Reviews

[Malior]

It took me awhile to get into the rhythm of this. It reads almost like a rap song. I like it though, a lot of feels in there.