In The War

Me against the world
Fighting to stay alive
Doing what I must to survive...
Using my pen like a weapon 
Shooting pieces of worldly nuggets
Slaying with words instead of bullets

Reloading…
Killing my target with knowledge
Using wisdom and power
As my strong tower
My ammunition of choice
Penning my voice
Praying it keeps me safe and unharmed
I’m always learning
So I'm always armed

In The War...

My True Essence

Sidelines (Written by Conflict, a guest writer)

Standing in the shadows of the crowds
Never quite noticed, Although I was always around
I've played the sidelines, never quite in line of vision.
So how could you know if I was what you were missing?
No way you could see my heart
Flutter each time you'd depart.

How can I pull you to the side, align you with my mind?
How could I meld our souls to the common goal?
Playing the sidelines? That's shit's so old.
For tonight's the night we become whole.

I've played the sidelines of your heart and mind
Watching you move up close and from afar.
Remembering every time we met,
You saying I think I know who you are...
On the sidelines, on the edges of your reality
Wondering if you'll truly ever see me

Written by Conflict

Thank you for this my friend. :)

 

You Started It!

You started it the night you kissed me in the car
It was one of the most passionate kisses I’d had by far
That one kiss turned into a weekend of pleasure...
Like we had found a big secret treasure

Afterwards there were many phone calls and texts
Joy and excitement for what was to come next
Pretty soon we started meeting up here and there
It didn’t matter where as long as we shared the same air

Who knew our meeting would turn into this
Great times and evenings of sexual bliss
It was supposed to be a one-time fling
But somehow it turned into a love thing

My True Essence

You don’t know me
So stop judging me like you do
You don’t owe me
So stop explaining shit like you do
You don’t care about me...
So stop faking like you do

My True Essence

Prisoner

Prisoner of your own mind
Is a prisoner of the worst kind
It’s not the haters
Or the fakers
Or the friendemies...
Holding us prisoner
It’s our own thoughts

It would be easier if it were
The haters
Or the fakers
Or the friendemies
Holding us prisoner
Because with them
We would eventually be free

My True Essence