Sunday, April 15, 2012

A KILLERS MIND

A senister sanctuary of a devious mind.
A molesting thought of destruction.
Thats a killaz mind.
A home of no direction.
In here fun you will nt find, only thoughts of killingz.
Open my mouth words dnt cum out, givez award 2 his thrillz, closes his mouth thoughts pour out. I kill 4 a living, nt carin frm whom im taking.
Neva mind wat im givin.
I am a kilas mind. Kill nd show no remorse.
Mercy, in my mind dat word u wil nt find.
Dnt show mercy 2 my highest information source.
Bcoz i am a kilaz mind.
No more kissing, cuddling or even f@#king.
Not even depression u cn find.
Jst suppresion of gud thotz carresing all my killingz.
My motivation a dead body.
My inspiration is a gne soul.
My ammunition a carving knife my buddy.
4 i am a killaz mind, a killaz mind is me.


MAD X!!

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

what you about?

so we really think we know what we about, but we very usually the opposite of what we thought we are, sad i know...so how do we know if we really are what or who we really supposed to be...

im a shy guy, i love people, i love all gud things, im not judgemental, im a christian (still working on my faith), im a very logical thinker, i never live life on the edge, im terrified of rejection... mostly im a 1 woman man & thats what i pride my self in... i have just posted all the things i think i am, some i have been told i am, some i wanna believe i can be... even after all this i havent answered the question of WHAT IM ABOUT!! so how do we then nmeasure ourselves? how do we know our own worth? how real are we? three questions we rarely ask ouselves i dont blame you, you think you know who you are... heres a small thought if what you think you are is the same as what your parents, friends see you as you might be well on your way to finding you real you, if they dont see what you see dont pay them any mind they dont matter anyway...

with me a lot of people see me as a punk mainly cause my belief system is not the sme as theirs, does that mean i must change who i am?? i dont think so, i dont date as often, maybe cause im scared, or im a punk, or i dont have the "balls", i think i love cos people are worthy of being loved, n in this day and life those people come in our lives 20% of our life. the girl i love isnt just any girl, words cant begin to explain her.. shes awesome im in love with her.. & thats what im about!!!!

PhatBoy

Thursday, March 29, 2012

THE BUS TRIP

Oh snap!! Its 4:30, chaile time, or hometime what ever you call it! Walk for 5mins to the bus stop its at this time excitement begins, anxiety pours in, heart beat increases! The silent thumpin becomes a violent dum dum! All this as the line begins to grow longer nd longer, you getting impatient, you clutch your fists like u bout to knock a nigga out, but then its a old lady infront of you, shes the 1 cutting in line… Whats a nikka to do? You try calming yourself down bt eish shes aleady infront of you and shes loud and has no regard to the fact that she cut infront of you, wow your anxious again nd you wana bash her head to tha pavement(all ths happenr 15mins b4 tha bus gets there) then tha bus shows up, a second before youu do something you regret later… Now you tag in tha bus, hooray!! Hooray!! Its a double decker,you smile, you relievd that you wont have to hear tha ladies bickering cause shes sittin down stairs with all tha other loud mouths of tha late bus, mara its cool, the journey is short mara fun… Wait there she is why could i forget her she makes this bus trip interesting just by me looking at her, short hair lightskinned pakistan, wow mouthwatering… Kuzoba grand. Now tha driva is in a rush its a bumpy ride this bus trip mara its my only way home, nd its nt safe as proclaimed, its safer its an adrenalin rush of note, from almost bashing a ladies head through tha pavement to a bumpy stable rided 45mins long… Then im at ghandi guess what? This cycle has to start all over again cause i have to connect again.. . DO YOU STIL THiNK PUBLIC TRANSPORT IS BORING?


#PHATBOY

TRUTH (about me)

Chillin thinkin, crying sometimes its hard talking
That's y I just keep walking
Water wit salt tha taste of ma tears
Free way from my fears...
I'm a weakling I don't face anything head on
Life is showing me that I'm not what I thought I was, "the Don"
Positive reinforcements needed, n I aint gettin it from friends
Need help so I can stop following these trends
Heart is heavy filled with bad memories tha out weigh all tha good
Always at my lowest, thers a void that can't be filled
I have everything but it always feels like I have nothing...
Ironically that nothing is my everything

Monday, March 19, 2012

The Cousin of Sleep

ok mr death, apperently u nd slyp r cousins, bt y is it that ur so mean? U take 1nce nd u take 4 good! Wer as ur cousn borrows time to make us stronger... U come uninvited, u dnt even send notifications that u coming! Wat is ur problem? Dnt u eva wish that u loved half as much as ur cousin? I knw u hardly listen, but i have a favour to ask... Pls stay away from my family, we r kwl with ur cousin ryt now besides u've taken alot frm us already...

SINCERELY: YOUR WORST ENEMY