Who's Next?
They say life is like a vow, something that is meant to be broken.
They say death is its predator, but yet life was meant to be its conqueror.
Yet, death is simply a weapon, it's doesn't point its finger picking its next selection.
Obviously creativity fell short upon reaching its peak,
but what I can cleverly see is that the epitome of its genius has not yet deceased.
See the clever thoughts of its speaker, has been crushed upon its dreamer.
Hypothetically speaking, this isn't evolution;
but Leonardo Da Vinci thought that impossible was an illusion.
If nonfiction wasn't real, then maybe we wouldn't have so many addictions to kill.
See diseases are just another deception that were design to pressure us into confession.
The silhouettes of its dressing, steady coating and massing me in its infection.
I call code blue upon my intervention, seeking forgiveness for those out of adolescence.
Their deep interior design was fashionable beyond my time,
yet those with bloodshot eyes were seen dancing in disguised.
He was taped and masked in black.
Flickering of lights, yet sound fades from memory.
The ricocheting of metal, but few has pierced this vessel.
The contingency of time has faded to sand,
yet the grip between my fists has implied my fill.
Looks can be deceiving, but not the face of a killer.
I have played my hand well, yet I've never got to scream bloody murder.
Yet depressed, my breath has been drowned by death.
I wait in agony waiting for my rest, but upon departing I looked above;
only to see an image of a shadow shaking.
Like I said, looks can be deceiving; he was only afraid of my appearance.
The indigence of my appearance has left me bleeding.
How sick can my delusion be, if I'm a genius?
Apparently it must be convenience.
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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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