"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

Karma#3

You better sit and listen

listen to these words

listen to what I have heard

before you make the same mistake!

The things I have done was a curse

a curse to remember.

It renders in my dreams when I sleep

It sneaks and it peeks just to get a little sip of my thoughts...

and right after it does,

It disappears into my blood

it controls me.

It tells me whats wrong and right and I can't deny.

Now... I hear it... I see it... I can't believe it.

This thing is a she...

Her name will always be the same

no matter what you do,

she'll be there for revenge.

Revenge... oh so sweet revenge.

What she does is haunt you

What she craves for will doubt you.

You will ignore her at first,

like she was a headache, you massage the things

you do wrong into your head until you stress and

here comes the headache.

Oh man the ache. The pain will drive you insane.

The struggles you'll face will through you off the sane lane.

Her name... KARMA...

Her career... KARMA...

Her Reputation... KARMA...

Her part time job until you lay on the floor and regret...KARMA...

Something you will face in your everyday life... KARMA...

I faced her so many times... and I doubted her... KARMA...

She is responsible for the drama Karma.

Everyday I say Karma!

Hoping that Karma will not give me Karma

Karma... is it bad to say it redundantly but I'm sure Karma

will have something to do with drama and back fire situations.

Wow! Karma... what rhymes with karma.

I don't know maybe Karma?

Mr Waffles (Christian Manzanares)