Life Was A Mistake
Life is just a big secret, its resemblance fact and fiction, pause!
I told you of its addiction, yet you refused to listen.
Out of conversation you eavesdrop on my position,
hearing tales of a vision; only to now believe in religion.
Let me tell you a story about its fiction.
Once upon a time you heard a sound go missing, BANG!
Felt like a detective, so you start searching,
only now to see a mannequin trying to compensate for the maker.
See he was made in the image of a man,
yet he was ashamed and disgraced;
reasons of why he was not giving functionally male parts.
He thought of a family, he thinks of action,
and now that he wishes that he wasn't of relations.
Seeing he was different, his only urge was to fit in with
the appearance that was not giving.
So he ripped his face off of his creator, enraged by his madness.
He had no clue where to put the savage,
by leaving marks, deeper than his sins;
he even blackout to engrave his name upon his skin,
then ripping his body limb from limb.
Once upon a time there was such a thing called facts.
She was the widow of a man who never gave a crap.
He even sunk so low to the point where he slapped her back,
for asking questions like; where were you at?
Yet she was sickened by his touch,
the smell of his breath, and even the look of his regret.
She made mistakes, even cut corners to erase her trace,
yet but few knew of her case.
I a man, looked her in her face, beauty such of her state and
yet she was made of brass metal plates.
How such a thing be left for her grace?
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Mafi Grey
I went through a lot of hard life situations, but it never stopped me from trying to make something of myself. Currently, I'm following my dream to become a chef and on the side is the passion I hold deep for poetry. I hope you enjoy my art and my poems. Oh, just one more thing, please comment as much as you can. It motivates me to write, when I have an audience behind me. Also, It really shows when a person responds to my quotes or poems can make you feel that special feeling saying you really can do what you can do. I mean it's like a painter who puts his new work in the gallery for display for all to see, and then turns around to see 10 to 20 people standing around trying to figure out his inspiration, his thoughts, and what lead him there? I love when a person understands me and when their trying to dissect my thoughts. Also, when my work of art can help others cope with their monsters and to help a person become inspired. Thanks a lot. I grew up without a father, but that never stop me from becoming a man; yet I thought life would be easy but it wasn't. The pain that I grew up with was hard, but the thought that grew with inside me was even harder. Could I be a good father, could I contain the pain; could I even forget or could I be something better than what he tried to be. Before I knew it, I woke up a man with pain in his knees, with hair on his face; even with sweat, tears, and blood on his sleeves. The lost of hair, the responsibility of having faith in you and where I worked my hands far pass there capabilities. I believe that I'm a pretty fine man and that one day that I will love my children as mush as my father and mother did... Me and my friend has a group, he does music, rap, making beats, and videos. I help out there and here for the music, raps, and videos. I used to rap myself and we go way back. I join the team and he wants me to lead the poetry side and I agreed. If anyone wants to join, then email me at [email protected] and I'll see what you got. Check out my page: https://www.facebook.com/MafiThePoet
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