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 – 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”

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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

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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

Poetry Corner – Blackhole

Blackhole
A collection of short poems inspired by The Universe

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Blackhole

Trapped inside a blackhole

All time has stopped

Yet somehow it keeps moving forward without me

Leaving only a memory

far in the past


Space

I feel nothing

Only a void inside

Empty, vacuous space

My heart the dying remnants

of a once bright star


Time

Time is measured by centuries

We only live a single second

Like the tick of a clock

A grain of sand

Falling through an hourglass