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i’m in too deep now the waters of introspection are pulling me away from shore i’m too far out i can’t turn back there’s no coming back from this inner war i am fighting within myself
By savage writer6 years ago in Poets
no sleep, no relaxation haven’t touched down in the crib since five this morning no food, no water i have been cleansing my dormancy
this world full of lies and false positives women with triple d's that only a doctor could manage to sculpt talkin’ bout they real
Step into my classroom, I shall be your instructor for the day Who am I? I go by the name of savage writer, no prefix included
Is my microphone on? Can I talk to you for just a second Stop with all the protesting, the disparagement It’s not advancing you, it’s not aiding your growth
Tell me, which face shall I wear first? The one everyone sees – savage writer, Newark’s finest author With tons of accomplishments?
I’m about to take you aback with this poem dat’ I’m penning It was called “Nostalgia” for a reason As I become further astray from the past, I decided to take a train down to memory cove
fine ladies make my heart palpitate i’m very shy not just around girls but around people in general fine ladies make my stomach swarm with butterflies
It’s time for me to prove myself once again A’ight, look Which form of storytelling do you want me to bring to life first
i been too suicidal and sentimental what ever happened to the debut khali the khali i was on 10/26/14 no negativity influenced my style
Honey, what do you think of me? Am I just that weird man who writes stories? Or am I someone struggling to overcome personal limitations—
I got a lot on my mind, beyond exhausted Forgot the words for what I feel Is it the misery playing tricks on me? Tired of speaking on it
