"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