"Lets Pretend"

It seems like yesterday it was just a dream, but those days are gone.

They're just memories.

Lets pretend Christian never picked up a pen

Lets pretend that things would be no different.

His excuses from criticism is so paper thin.

Pretend he never had an inspirtation, to ever get up and have the motivation

to everything nice about his life

Like sugar and spice as a combination.

I'm just a civilian talking about my own opinion.

Lets stop and think and just imagine... imagine this...

Imagine what would poetry be with out the two voices of Eminem and Tupac

who is the king of hip-hop, who brought up the pop and the beat with Dr.Dre who started tapping

with a pencil to come up with an instrumental and partnered with other rappers to do a mental piece on a bubble gum wrapper. 

These what kept poetry flowing and going

so lets wish upon a star, wish it wasn't a plane at night.

So lets close our eyes and wish I never had to pretend not to pick up a pen

and forget it.

By: Ink-Less

"Why Risk My Time?"

What more do you need from me? 

What more do you wish from me?

To be someone else but not myself?

I have dealt with many bullshit and self stabbing moments!

I called it sacrifice with a single dice that rolled twice and doubled my life to the point...!

I almost risked everything I had and I'm glad to be alive and made it through hell you gave to me!

I wished upon a star and hope for us to never break apart! 

from this bound you gave to me and helped me build but now its trash!

it just slashed and bashed, and clashed with so much hatred with everything that kept me debating!

Is this the price i'll be paying and thinking its what I've been waiting?!?!

This is what I'll be saying when the day comes when we go splitting! 

"Why me? I mean why Us?" 

Does this shit mean alot to you? does every thing we went through worth to re-do! 

No because I don't wanna act like the fool to you and think it will just blow through...

and soon you'll be bringing the problem we had the other night when we fight!

wishing that the night will be just so bright... time is running and i'm already thinking about what's the future for me!

when knowing the fact you're still living!

By: Ink-Less

" Don't Doubt Me If You Don't Know Me"

I pull out a pen and made a peaceful piece but it seemed to be dissing, but here’s what I have to say.

It's my life and all that is meaningful and doubtfully doubtable

You can doubt me but you cannot see what people have to say about you.

I stood on a stool and thought to myself

Why do haters think they know everything about me?

They say shit about me and think they can beat me?

Thinking they can be more corrigible and spit like me?

They can't even think like me and be like me, I ain't being any one else just being me.

Can't you see what poetry means? you treat it like garbage it's a disgrace to every poet.

You call yourself a poet when your words on your paper is just like a letter to a prisoner,

Your shit is the shit not in a good kind of way I meant literally shit. It aint worth publishing and showing how you feel about me... so its best you get yourself checked and take a rest... take a breath and breathe before your chest pops out and blows out, splatter all over my wall with your brain matter from the moment you thought about my righteousness!

It just blew out. WOW!

So take the time to chill out and think about to never doubt another man and his wickedness and sickest pieces!

By: Ink-Less

" Like A Lit Cig"

 “Like A Lit Cigarette”

Here it all begins…

A lighter and a stick of cigarette, nothing to regret because this is how it is.

This is how it starts,

 with just a strike of the tinder that sparks and the fluid which is the blood that pumps through our body

and warms our heart then begins to burn as our soul together which goes forward not in reverse… no time to turn…

Late retaliation is the worst part to do because you don’t know what comes through…

Deal with what you have because it will be your last… and you can’t fix what’s already the past…

Every chemical that slowly burns is like the troubles and struggles that turns into a misty fog of smoke,

That blinds you from reality and then drama builds in your lungs every time you take a puff and soon you’ll be lost.

Lost without a beam of light to set a clear sight to a sense of direction to where you’re headed.

Dreaded and misunderstood and wasted… life is no laughing matter when you’re just messing with it.

Soon someone who does care for you will be that bud and filter that will filter those chemicals and lethal problems that you face and let them displace your mind, so you can focus and see the way before you die, because when the fire has stopped burning you’ll notice that we’ll all face the same thing… 


By: Ink-Less

"What Will You Remember Of Me?"

Remember me as a person who wanted...

To be a contender too every competitor and corner every verse they try to lay on the tables.

I was never to clever of a person that you would see writting a meaningful piece that isn't about Fable tales and Fairy tales you used to believe... now it's about reality and when it does talk about myself and I, it becomes a crazy story!

I wanna be remembered as a person who stood up for everything and tried to be the type of person to always fight to be free. I was tired of the times I kept reminiscing the moments I stuck my feet into the cold sea. I wanted to be known for the things I have faught to accomplish in, I want them to bury me in the trenches beneath their feets and take a moment to think what a better person I could of been...

I wanna be that single memory everytime you take a breath and breathe... I wanna be a shine and brightful star above the skies when ever you take a peak to see what it was like to be a quitter like me. You would want to think twice before you roll the dice to set a single shot line, and make every chance become a healthy chance to be a purified sign!

Walk closer to the warmth of your future and feel the pressure build into your soul and let it simmer... don't let the lights go dim and dimmer, and thrown into the river like I did when I took the wrong turn into a storm of bad weathers. 

It was never too clever to be the center piece and stuck in-between crossfires. Now here I am sitting and thinking what a better person I could of been before I jump off a ladder....

By: Ink-less

"Ink-Less Stuff"

I'm here typing up my poem,

for you to get sick of em,

I'm getting a little tired of repeating em,

with the same old rhymes in em, you gotta problem with em then get tearing then.

Send and let your anger over lap em with your piece you had but then you didn't have so stop your pretend!

I need an anger managament because I'm going realistic with this sickest shit thats covering me!

I'm drowning in greatness with poetry! 

I'm poaching like eggs that's bowling to the point that cannot stop me from writting!

Yes coffee the adrenaline is making my blood go rushing and I'm already starting to be cussing!

I'm getting kind of rusty with this thing can't you see how much I wanan be free from this curse that is killing me!

Man... stop me!

By: Ink-less

"CHANGE"

I was left with a past to remember and I hated remembering this horrible memory!

I was living this torturing and head cutting off like gun powder popping when guns started cocking and let loosening.

Man, I was tired of everything that stood in my way,

tired of this pain that I have to deal with everyday.

Now I sit here thinking if I should start to pray,

and wish for a better day than yesterday...

Will it forever be the same?

Will I sit in corners hoping shit would just pass away?

I was tired of giving in and letting things sink in-to my skin!

I was tired of it! 

Tired of bitches cheating and also me playing this game.

I sit in front of a television changing and changing girls who I play!

Now things changed and wish that Christian from before will never pay- a visit!

He has no reason to be here because he'll never listen!

He'll never take the time to understand your pain and realize what he has done was a-shame!

Now Christian changed and now Christian is moving on with the bullet that will fly in space endless without air resistance stopping him from reaching his goal to success,

none the less he'll be in tip-top shape so its best you don't stand in his way....

By: Ink-less

" I'll Be Your Closest"

Oh Shel, I love it when you sometimes fail with innocent pale face you have when you look at me directly.

I am  grateful to be your friend and walk through the drama which you had to pretend to be loving and try to get it to bend.

I know you were kind of sick of shit and you wanted to quit and spit it out, clear your throat and mouth, and shout out loud to make it pound with a big sound that travels for miles until it reaches me connectively literally touching and grabbing my attention to sit down with you in a lecture session.

Just so you know I am here to listen when you are missing the good days, I'll repay that lost smile that was on your face.

I will never become a disgrace to every other person who doubts you and judges you for who you really are...

they don't see it like how I see it clearly, like when clouds are cloudy and rains are dreary pouring.

I like how we are alike and stuff, It makes me puff every thing you say out and I take it in and laugh it back out over and over again. I thank you again for being my best friend and most likely obviously closest friend than the other who I tried to teach a lesson but she never listens....

By: Ink-less

"I Grew Up Too F***ing Fast!" Main title: "Fast Lane"

“Fast-Lane”

I was born with this curse ever since birth!

I never expected things to get worse!

I grew up a messed up screw up, struggle in so many troubles that kept me in a bubble.

Mama said never mumble and let words crumble, but I let it slip away in a bigger problem.

Now it tumbles like a tumble weed in a desert siege, now dusted away you cannot see.

I was 12 and close to being 13 almost a qualified teen to become and be.

This is the only beginning of life I'll be living in, sleeping, eating, and dying in...

Things do get frightening when people started lying to me about everything,

Tooth fairies of being real found out at 14 it was just a fairy tale.

Now I am seeing the true meaning of growing up and I cannot stop.

It was hard to see what mama had to go through to feed me,

And be that tear drop every time her pills pop,

She eats them up just to stay calm and not beat me up.

Times were rough mom even I wanted to take that gun and slip a finger and pull the trigger.

I’m getting older and taller mama.

Did I just get colder?

Making you stop leaning on my shoulders when daddy hits you like a bull dozer.

I know it’s sad and I just wish we kept it in a folder and have a holder keep these in jars and put away far, so we don’t have to trip over, and go over the past that wasn’t supposed to be remembered.

Oh man, the weight of the load on my shoulders gets heavier than ever, every time I bump into obstacles

And let things burn away like charcoal, now left in ashes and passion seems to escape every time a chance passes.

I’m sorry for what I have become.

A monster I have become and mama just burst into rage, she just flipped my page and shut my chapter book in a cage.

She told me when she found me smoking and said this isn’t how I was raised,

But I knew what I was doing and I understood the prices I’ll be paying and

The consequences I’ll be facing and the 8 mile road I’ll be walking with both feet pacing.

Mama… Sometimes I think you’re very crazy but not as crazy as auntie Daisy.

I know it’s shaming and disgracing when I never listen to you talking and lecturing,

You knew and I knew the reason why you were saying this and that just to get the weight off my back.

I take back everything I said to you and I will never leave you when I’m 18 and more to be coming.

I hate growing up… I used to be the best son mama ever had; now it’s a shame that I did this in the past, and now I wish I didn’t rush things so fast to better understand.          

 By: Ink-less

"Ink-Less Words To Be Heard"

SoRRy! sorry for living with life that has been stressing and this pressure is pressuruing and compressing my head with words a lesson is learn, it quickly burns and for sure it hurts!

I was burried underneath the dirts with arms crossed above my chest under 6 feet underground is my depth!

I was the type of pest that slithers and give you tha shivers, rather you grab a spray and spray me!

Before I becoome a killer! not a kind man now

I'm meaner than ever! 

My soul is lighter than a feather when ever you get closer I move one step back quicker,

punch you in the kisser and let fist break through the air you breathing faster.

I am ink-less now I do it on the computer if you have a problem then you should get typing on the older type writters!

I am a lover but also a fighter for the haters who loves to be hating and faking fake smiles and talks too much and acting so straight up should get better, because ya'll are like motivators too motivate me into writing more and more poetry!

Phonies you are to be too me, you funny as I can see with funny faces glancing down on my effing feet!

Kick you on the chin up at the ceiling and now I ask how are you feeling?

This is me you are seeing this aint no dream that you're dreaming.. it's forreals it never gets more scarier than a nightmare you fright at night, struggle to awaken

now you realize you're in a coma! wake up in heaven or hell your choice.

By: Ink-less

"Ink-Less"

I write with an ink-less pen,

I write until the plastic inside bends.

I write until the ball point shreds like thin leds and threads. 

My words will extend like the ecstacy drug that last too long for me.

Pain is the name of the game that we all face in anyway, still will be the same.

No matter what path you take

it will be a-shame to see your face on a picture frame of disgrace

hung up on the walls of the shameful halls we all hate.

Man, I write until my fingers are in pain, with blister all over the damn place.

I don't wanna race with you in a poetry slam, I'd be damn if you do it without a simple plan man...

You might want to run because your courage and wise-crack just ran.

So can, I be the one to be the one to show you how its done.

What should I name you?  

You're a cunt!

Now you telling me to stop calling you a cunt.

I have an accent so I cunt stop calling you a cunt " I said I cunt!"

Man, MrWaffle why'd you had to change your name?

I did it for me, myself, and I. 

I just wanted to try something new you damn fool!

Not to be cool or anything, it's nothing to personal!

But know this... that things will not be the same!

By: Ink-less

New Chapter (New) " Ink-less "

The old me meets the new me.

The new me doesn't know the old me.

Zip mouths and let it be.

New rhymes to create the simplest verse, easy to rehearse.

A little bit more cursing and bleeping to be expecting from the new me.

Naw, I'll try and keep it clean this time

but let me introduce the new me.

The name of a old friend has been changed for a lil' tweeking and something new to be seeing.

Inkless poet is slowly giving and settling into my skin that I'm scratching for a quite sometime, 

now it's time to let things unwind and cross the line, now I'll have a new prime to trend over 

and over again.

Ink-less poet is to be brought to life!

By: Inkless 

"You A Butter Finger Mister"

Yeah.

I’m sorry if I pulled the trigger, I just had butter fingers for dinner.

I thought it would be easier if I laid cards on the table and flipped through the bible and chaptered fables.

Sometimes it’s hard to believe in real or fake there’s always a moment where mistakes are there to face.

Your heart may race but a step you take is never in the same pace.

Watch your head, don’t hit the ceiling when you piled lies until you knock to the ground and daze and dose off into the emptiness of space.

If lies ain’t the case then trust is to gain, because what has happened quickly rose to the top of 1st place, and now you sit sobbing and all you do was nose picking,

Hoping someone would do your dirty work, and when it’s done wrong you give em the smirk

You’re such a jerk why lie or tell lies about everything about your life yo?

Why make fun and not take life seriously and just sit deliberately thinking everything was seemingly easy.

Man you’re confusing!

Look at me I’m already losing patience and gaining curiosity  

Just knowing you’re getting away with everything that you feed to people’s minds all the time and it is choking me.

Hey man step back. Your nonsense is already provoking me and pushing me to the point of dropping you and taking a piss on you.

Don’t come up to me any closer and say “Hey mister can I have your respect back please?”

Naw man if you do that I’ll punch you in the kisser!

Don’t risk if you were never a risk taker, and just a balls holder and a ass kisser.

Chin up, man up, walk up your own stairway and find your all path to take, I’m tired of being your wing man writing and telling you what's wrong and right and getting the knot tied.

Fight your own fight and die with your own pride.

I have my own life too live.


By: Ink-Less