Misconstrued Thoughts : Yesterday's Misconstrued Thoughts Today

"Hurry, we're losing him!"
“Clear!” The doctor repeats
Things start to become dim
As my heart barely beats

As I stare into the bright light
I realize that I am dying
Why should I continue to fight?
I don't feel like trying

I think I'll just go to sleep
Become conscious of nil
I know my loved ones will weep
But I’ll see them again, be it Jah’s will

The new system is very near
I’ll just wait to hear his voice
There is nothing for me to fear
I’ll be resurrected if it’s His choice

Nice one Tre. Makes me want to kill. . .some time and write a poem of my own. . .I know Jeremy, thought I was going to say something violent did ya? Nope, sorry, but here's the slightly unfinished poem I'm trying to write.

If I gave you the world it wouldn't be enough, because you and me can only be us, you make me see, how monogamy, is more than just, being monongamous. It's built on trust, not to make you think lust, but you arrest my mind like I was in cuffs. You make me want to write, reflect on my life, all in hopes that one day you might, notice me noticing you. Put me on notice that you noticed me too. Really I haven't a clue, as to what, to get a little attention from you. Poems, songs, flowers anything you want, unless its just me then please you can blunt, and I can stop wasting my time, get you outta my mind, and find, someone new to inspire my rhyme. Because lately you've been in my dreams, and it seems, I'm seriously losing touch with reality. Cause I can't get you outta my head, don't want to wind up dead, without telling you how I feel, so what's the deal, can we keep it real, at least realer than the cliche's I use

I feel invincible, impervious
Not at all nervious
There is nothing to fear.
I could drink 10,000 beers.
I could take a semi truck
And slam it into next month
I could jump off a high rise
Without the fear that I will die
In fact I will do that now
I’ll fly just like a cow
Hear I go, flying like a rock
This is such a shock
Wait a second, cows and rocks don’t fly!
Ouch, the wind rushing by hurts my eye
What have I done? Superman save….

The point of this poem is that drugs are bad. They will make you delusional and you'll make up words like “nervious.”

This is about a chick i thought wanted to spend forever with me........

She gave up forever for a year in the world.....

Stupid girl.....
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Blind By Choice....
Ignore my voice....
Choose your fate...
My words have weight....

See you life....
Your wasted life....
You gave you life....
But he never made you his wife....

You could be more....
So much more....
You want to be used....
You want to be torn....
Sitting there alone....
Crying to me on the phone....

You would be so much with me....
You killed the faith in me....

Why can't you see?

Ignore my voice....
You are BLIND BY CHOICE!!!!

You want to be alone....
But expect not to be lonely?

I feel it within
It's painted on me like skin
It's like a heinous scar that wont go away
It's in the expression chiseled on my face day after day

this hue of sadness
these pigments of anger
the texture of loneliness
this thin contoured line between excitement and depression
the tint of anxiety
most prominent of all however are these dreadful memories
traced in permanent ink inside my head

deep colors bleed, that was sooo awesome!!!

no sooner to repay
in a forceful silent cry
crossed like arms enlivened
from a cursed share of choice
spent before she's risen
is not we can't be late
fiends alive in every scene