Mind Ink Pen.
Mind.
thoughts flowing outta my mind
so i write them down with my ink pen to past the time
writing each word rhyme for rhyme
but with great perception to my specific flow
i dont write for the fame, recognition, popularity or even the dough
i write for fun, and for a sence of sanity in a crazy world
ink pen is a pen not with ink but a pencil of words casted down upon the earth
i go outta the box to write my thoughts cuz they are bleeding for air
crying dying as time passes and some dont even know their flows are there
so as i sit here and write the rhymes my mind is blind to the time
and my heart is aching to define why its crying to rewind
go back and fix everything bad that ever occurred upon the circular sphere we call a planet
but im just a writer, and by just writing these letters in my words i've planned it
noone knows what it is, not even me but you see what there is not to be seen
unexplainable hallucinations appear in front of me
nobody can see them, they all think im crazy but maybe its just shady
and now till this day i still dont understand why we are born as a baby
i see what no man can hear, feel or fear, for they are blind and staring
they say that multi's , flow, emotion and imagery makes a verse readable
but i say that emotion and a chaotic mind is what makes a verse bleedable
and me, im seeable to the dead , agreeable to be dead, and meaningfull to the lost souls
dont hate me for who i am but for what i do, thats write my feelings that the world cant hold
Ink.
ink is what i spill on the paper, watch it go through and show its colors
its trying to fight the same thing i am, wich is itself, i cannot win so im smothered
stuck on a sheet of paper with others who are dead you could say
but who on earth says that ink is an inatemate object?, i dont feel that way
poeple every day and all over the world abuse ink from pen or pencil
some think it doesnt matter cuz its nothing but a utensil
so with this stated, i shall move on to the pen wich makes mind ink suspensfull
Pen.
eternally bleeding black, red, blue or whatever color, we all still make it bleed
see i notice what the minds eyes cannot, will not and despise to see
everytime we use a pen we bleed itself from ink
slowly but surely we kill the pen, then there is no more ink so no more mind
wich means no more writers for the world to notice, or no more fine
...prints on a simple piece of paper, i prefer a pencil rather than a pen
cuz with ink spilled you slowly start a revolutionary war that we cant win
bloody hands, lead to bloody sands wich end up in an ocean full of sin
either we fight to write or write to fight, you choose but i choose to write
and let the ink pen write for my mind so in conclusion we all die.
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yeh i was bored..just writing down stuff off the top of my head.
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