LAST OF 2010

COMPROMISE

 My talent settles for nothing, what my pride simply tries,
To stand out so some of my thoughts I never compromise; 
Simple lies penalized with her killer eyes,
Premeditated Murder but my mind never dies;
Compromise on a loss when we knew we could have beat it,
Compromised on the background role with all the teams you individually defeated;
But a loss is a loss and I never will repeat it,
A feeling that hurt my heart I could barley think or speak it;
Settling for whats to come,
So what is did is always done;
A walk with a heavy load but my position is to run;
Compromise on your thoughts on a crazy proposition,
And my sights are to get it done, so my dreams are way below my vision;
Fantasies disappear in instants,
If your actions are never instant,
So what my actions consist of if they are not consistent;
And thou should not lie or else their penalized,
So I'd be lying if I told you I love to COMPROMISE;


LOVE SHOULDN'T HURT...

Her silence hurt my ear drums, I'm so use to her random speeches,
She has a mean mug on, It's hard to see this;
She doesn't trust me, man it's hard to believe it,
But even if she walks away I would never leave it;
Without her hug I'm insecure,
And without her ''hi'' I'm so unsure;
On how my day goes, depends on your reactions;
An I may seem ''chill'' but I'm not relaxing;
My head holds wonders,
My mood lights blink all different colors,
Blue when I'm feeling down and red when I love her;
So my messages blink purple even if it's not from you,
An I'm addict to the love even if I don't know what to do...
She say I....''always take her care for granted'',
And when she's feeling good I don't know how to be romantic.
But it sucks because her mood swings makes me panic,
So all these dead reactions are no surprise, really I planned it;
I can't feel nothing if this doesn't really work,
An I love this girl but LOVE SHOULDN'T HURT.    




CONFLICT


A problem to be defined,
As a narrow ended mind cannot look between the lines;
Crowds wave at the situation with their emotions holding signs,
And sense is made with no subject just because it has a couple rhymes;
A brainstorm of words, go over the head like birds,
Killing the chances to not hit curves with racial slurs;
But at times we do not think, our minds create verbs,
That can cause a physical appearance that can get on each others nerves;
Conflict to ones self insecurity,
A thought of a person you take when you cannot afford to be;
Beyond the minor nonsense,
It's just life and life is all full of CONFLICT.