Hidden Jars
You’ll never know
The secrets that hide
Inside the galaxy jar
By the jar of the tide
Full of many mysteries
That galaxy jar of mine
And that whimsical jar
The jar of the tide
Scents I smell
the ocean breeze
Different shells
In which I please
Each shell is different
In many many ways
Just like the people
All Lost in a maze
Oh hidden jars
Shed your bright lights
Onto the people
Who cry many nights
Life can be hard
Just push through
Trust me, I know
I’ve cried too
Sometimes at night
I count the sheep
Especially on the nights
When I really can't sleep
I sometimes wonder
What would happen to me
If I was a person
Lost in the sea
The waves would roll over
Right over me
Then I would think of
The jar of the sea
Both jars are symbols
Of all who are lost
In the twisted maze
At which there is no cost
It's a difficult path
The entrance is free
You don't want to exit
Take that from me
Many people break
The jars shine their light
In the twisted maze
which we call our life
Whether it's the galaxy
Or the shells in the sea
Everyone is lost
Especially you and me
Rap battle from 2014
Him: Ye hoebag with no swag, egad that's so sad
Me: Swag is for a nag. I got class, unlike yo' pixie-ass.
Him: You redheaded bafoon, I'll leave you bloody like the rest of your tampons scattered in your room.
Me: That didn't even rhyme, so stop wasting my time, and go back to where you came from, that filth and grime.
Him: Oh, look at that, you're all in your chest, thinkin you up on my level, Lawd, is this a test? Here, have a snickers, cuz I know that you're stressed, you sorta turn into a rerun of that big ass green Shrek.
Me: Lmao look at you, tryna be be cooler than keylime pie. Wouldn't you just die, if you found your loss to be nigh. I'd just sigh, and say goodbye.
Him: Let me welcome you to my house of pain, bodies drippin from the walls like I'm Ed Gein. Masterpieces in pieces painted in holy blood, alters of alter egos I'm trippin, and I can't even like that little engine, you're finished; class dismissed out for summer BISHHHH
Me: Oh mah gawrd, you still look like you tryin too hard like a twi-tard. That your goal in life? Then you should snatch a knife. Cause that shit's gotta be buried 6 feet under. Will you do it, I wonder.
Me: Was that a diss? I couldn't tell cuz I'm "LEGALLY BLIND", I see you tryin to "HOLD IT DOWN", but you're afloat with no hope, you're the titanic with no boat, what a joke, I don't choke, I keep it flowin like the lines of the Pope.
Him: Oh shit, he actually got some skill. Too bad I' already so close to the kill. A lil while more, you'll hear it knocking at your door. My prowess has been entirely present, unlike you, you peasant. Your poor soul will feel my presence, a second before I destroy you existence. So you best prepare yourself, you dirty delph.
Nature
The trees stretched up into the sky like skyscrapers. The sky was as clear as a crystal. It was a perfect day. I heard the bluebirds singing their beautiful melodies to the beat of my heart. Then I saw a crowd of people, of friends. I ran over quickly hoping to join in the conversation. Then I saw him, and it was as if the world had turned upside down. It grew quiet. All I could hear was his voice and the whisper of the wind. His eyes brown like the new mulch. I could hear nothing see nothing, but him. It seemed as if the trees grown away, and the birds beautiful melody was heard as clear as the water. No movement. My heart fell down the stairs into my stomach. I couldn’t take another step. I was as silent as the grass, slowly swaying in the wind. I tried to walk a few steps, but then I felt my feet grow heavy, as if I was sinking in quicksand. I was frozen. He grew closer like the weeds in my yard grew to my house. A few more steps and I have gone under. It was as if my body was fully engulfed in flames as I began to burn up. I couldn’t take another step. I had fallen into the spell of the earth. My feet planted to the ground like the flowers were planted to the earth. He was a few feet away, The world froze like ice. Then he passed by, my heart sank into my feet as I realized he wasn’t coming for me.
The Good Old Days
Why can’t today be just like the good old days. When life was simple. No girl had to worry about how she looked, or what other people thought of her… But that was before girls started liking boys in 4th grade, they got into makeup in 5th, and now dates in 6th. What’s wrong with us. Why can’t people judge others by their personality, not their looks. Sometimes I wish no one could see. Then the people would actually like me. No one could judge me by how I looked. Maybe for just one day, we could stop looking at each other, and stop to get to know one another. Maybe if you would stop paying attention to her body then you could really stop and listen. Just give her a chance. Give me a chance. Just for a moment in time. We can stop, and they can really listen. Listen to her for merely a second. A moment... A lifetime
