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Poetry Corner – hold your head up

hold your head up How have I, once so proud to share with others become so despondent hiding away in the darkness of isolation How have I aspired to remain anonymous when all I strive for is notoriety, How come I am holding my head in shame when I used to carry it so high How have I sunk into such a deep hole when I used to see over the tallest peaks How have I given up when there’s still so much left to do so much to share so much yet to be done… For now I'll remain in the dark where I belong.
Poetry Corner – Carousel
Carousel I’m tired of going in circles like an unending carousel ride that won’t let me off A perpetual motion machine powered by some hellish demon manipulating the controls Stuck in its eternal grip Though I am unable to move the carousel continues its rounds If you don't mind I'd like to get off now
Poetry Corner – Confidence
Confidence
I have no confidence.
I’m gonna accomplish something!
I have no confidence.
Today will be different!
I have no confidence.
I can accomplish anything!
I have no confidence.
I am useless.
I have no confidence.
I am amazing!
I have no confidence.
I am confident.
I don't have what it takes.
I have no confidence.I’m gonna accomplish something!
I have no confidence.
Today will be different!
Poetry Corner – All The World’s
Poetry Corner – Stranger
Poetry Corner – Hat

Hat I always wear a hat cause you don’t wanna see my hair Plus my dad always wore hats and I am my dad It also acts as a disguise so I can hide in plain sight even from those who know me from you What am I trying to hide? I don’t want you to see what I really look like I’ll keep my hat on, thank you
Poetry Corner – My Tattoos
My Tattoos These are my tattoos They have become as much a part of me as my limbs or veins A juxtaposition to break up the monotony of my skin Triggering a memory, a time and place A souvenir of the past A tattoo broadcasts one's personality even before words are spoken A conversation piece, a window into their soul To know their dreams and desires A map of where they've been and what they've done They are decorative scars, self-inflicted wounds to destroy something pure, a sign of innocence lost A way to rebel against society A way of rebelling against ourselves Each one is a work of art For you to appreciate and critique, to love or hate The body an easel, a once blank canvas My blood the ink, the needle guided the hand of God These are my tattoos Can I see yours? Tattoo artist: Eymard Trejo IG: @eymardtrejo
VERSEATILE: Freestyle Friday – “Old Skool”
Emcee Problem-Addict
VERSE-ATILE: Freestyle Friday – “Old Skool”
Happy Jazz Piano Old School Hip Hop Instrumental https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MqkLVJf_ru4
***Disclaimer: I get inspired to write these verses after listening to hip hop instrumentals (I randomly search them on Youtube) whilst high on weed, booze or (insert other). Now c’mon and rap along!
“Just an old fool who’s old skool, still using Protools, microphone turnin’ cold – “it’s a code blue!” / Yeah I’m so cool – no playin’, then go saiyan like I’m Goku / Call me Superman; I’m changing in the phone booth, I think I’m an alien but I got no proof / It’s the new me – that’s the old you, on the mic you Alicia Silverstone; you got no clue / Got a blunt with a cold brew – just lay back and play the track – chillin’ in a snowsuit / Didn’t you hear? I already warned you – I’ll lower your testosterone; you can call me tofu / Magneto; get inside your mind and control you, smoked three hits of DMT then I broke thru / Call me “the one” cause I believe there is no spoon, takin’ this to broadway like it was a show tune / Uh, regular emcees just won’t do – “So true” (girl’s voice), I do this like I’m ‘sposed to / And you can bring your whole crew – by the end of this verse everybody will be bros like Mario 2 / …. Sick like I got the cold flu – been ill since – becoming a “starving artist” like Prince / with no food, rare like a gold tooth – “Oh, ooh!” So new – even DJ Clue had no clue / Sometimes my mind is darker than when there’s no moon – like a black hole – we all got shit we go through… / We all gotta find something to devote to – for me it’s hip hop – for you it’s Porntube / Uh, got bills but still a broke dude -well-mannered but like Michelle Tanner I’m “so rude” /Breathe this beat like it’s O2 – I achieve in one verse what in one album you hope to / AndI’m on holiday, like Josh Holloway get “lost” or like Jeff Ross I’m a roast you /All you do is scroll thru Instagram and post nudes, but no one gives a damn and no you’re not“woke” like an alarm clock / with no snooze… plus like Rosie O’Donnell you get “no views” / Get it? Huh,I make sick tracks like a snowshoe, so sit back, relax like you’re on a boat cruise / Like peanut butter I am so smooth – now listen to this “jam” like when the traffic won’t move…” -freestyle by Problem-Addict
Poetry Corner – Vessel
Vessel My whole body's out of whack No longer a comfortable and safe vessel I'm ready to abandon ship "Man overboard!” But where can I seek refuge? A hermit crab finds a new shell While I am condemned to this body Till my soul escapes