Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2015 17:30:32 GMT -5
Im a writer. Always have been. Since age 10 I've kept a book of poems/song lyrics (I can't play music for nothing or carry a tune in a bucket). Its how I can express myself. My rhyming style is simplistic but anything I write is something I've went through myself directly or indirectly as an observer. Through all this depression and anxiety lately, I haven't done anything therapeutic like writing. If anything, I've fed into the negativity. So, I wanted to try a freestyle here and see if I can test myself with improv on the spot. None of this was planned beforehand
Whats a miracle exactly? And how is it granted?
Am I one with this life I was handed?
That's what they tell me, I'm so inspirational and strong
It has to be right, fate knows no wrong
This is your purpose for how you were meant to be
Easy for you to say when the life you live isnt me
You can't see the struggles daily that I face
Stuck in my home waiting on someone else to go place to place
Find your own happiness inside these four walls
Its solitary confinement, pleading with my sanity at its beckon call.
The friend of friends and sarcastic wit
We all look up to him, with his fight he can't quit
They walk on about their lives and raise their heads from their pillows at dawn
Forget about the pain he feels its just a memory thats now gone
He's just rolling through this world one day at a time
Trying to find his happiness and lost along the ride
Whats a miracle exactly? And how is it granted?
Am I one with this life I was handed?
That's what they tell me, I'm so inspirational and strong
It has to be right, fate knows no wrong
This is your purpose for how you were meant to be
Easy for you to say when the life you live isnt me
You can't see the struggles daily that I face
Stuck in my home waiting on someone else to go place to place
Find your own happiness inside these four walls
Its solitary confinement, pleading with my sanity at its beckon call.
The friend of friends and sarcastic wit
We all look up to him, with his fight he can't quit
They walk on about their lives and raise their heads from their pillows at dawn
Forget about the pain he feels its just a memory thats now gone
He's just rolling through this world one day at a time
Trying to find his happiness and lost along the ride