We had to do a spoken word poem for English class. I thought mine was terrible and I performed it awfully. But surprisingly I was one of the winners for it. I planned on doing actions and everything but once I got up there I just wanted to get it over with. There were some mispronounced words (gracias Nasir), and some stumbles. I'm not completely dis-satisfied with it because it was different than everybody else's poem, but it could have been performed better. Everybody else did really well. I was surprised at the stuff some people could think of.
 
_Cans rattling I battle my paranoia with aerosol, it's blocked out till I can't even taste clean air at all, wounds heal with the pungent sense of my presence, roam the deteriorating exterior and transmogrify the rust, the crumbling walls, to form beauty in which the norm could never perceive, the blinded man walking home from his 9 to 5 he ain't alive, I'm alive, when I release my pain in the most peaceful way, so whatever your perception is I create while you destroy yourself, closed minds can never build, at least I have a will, to create something that allows me to see the beauty in dilapidated matter, what's it matter? What does anything really matter, I'd rather be alone in the midst of night salvaging my mind, than thinking on my life hating myself, my job, my wife, my heart beats to the tune of the quickest tempo, few stories up hanging to the nearest bar thinking don't let go, the night unfolds as if my whole life was a lie, how come sooner I never came to discover this sight, I may be worthless to the world but I found worth in myself, ubiquitous I'm in the eyes of everybody else, sneakin out the sheets that the world has placed upon me, gazing from an uncharted scene watching everybody sleep, and as you lay unconscious I slither past insomniacs and police, initiate and vitalize the death of open space, as if I keep the gray melting pot's cultural distress to pace, I spill layers of paint to feed my only sense of greed, I'm at ease and injected with libidinal energy, the cathexis transitions to my sanity, and I watch the world unfold as it battles with me, my only army my motor skills, use of 5 senses, and contained space containing stains with controlled exits, quiesce and invisible yet felt like the wind, quietus all around the muss and the hideous, a single life strays to get up, for the love and not the lust, every sense penetrated and noticed, vibrating like the ripples sending strikes to a lotus, spray strictly CO2 to fabricate a path through the cap, scan around look back and implement the task, do you live or just exist, even when I'm put to rest I'll later be present, my creations are my friends and my doppelgangers, posthumous until the Earth seizes to see dusk, caught up, persecuted and striving infinitely, unceasingly tryna see the light in this modus vivendi.
 
I don't know why, but riding trains has to be one of the most fun thing to do. Just wait for a train to roll by and bam jump on it and chill. Free transportation too.
 
Tyler: 10 years old in the same group home, one common connection none of us know home

Nasir: Saw my parents drop to the floor, the gunmen spared my life, only took off with $10 dollars and a lamp light

Tyler: August fifth on highway six the whole car flipped parents never made it but for some reason God let me live

Nasir: Abandoned by any other form of family, before notice they handed me, to an orphanage, felt like I was singing a song of peace in front of the entire population and forgot what the chorus is

Tyler: Before I could even fabricate any emotion of the incident, I found myself walking up the steps of my new home, like I had died that night and was about to take my final steps and storm through the door of the afterlife

Nasir: Went up to get to know some of the other kids, they quick set up, circled me, rhetorically asking me what the hell is this, but before I could present myself in the wind I heard a voice it said "back up right now bitch", turned to see another kid ready to swing, had his bags packed to ready to get settled in, before I could even get a glimpse of the bags drop I swung a fist, let the rumble begin, got broken up and begins the start of a posthumous friendship

Tyler: 6 years later, on the streets fiending to eat, doing what we can to simply make ends meet

Nasir: 6 years later, still friends, an amends for the reaper, slashing, gat smacking, all the victims that we're tracking

Tyler: None the less we can't rest cause are chests are hallow, stomachs shallow and suffering withdrawl from our fix, ready to provoke the demise of both our lives for this shit

Nasir: This is it, tomorrow at six, I got the gun now all we need is the right place to hit, I cock it, to let the absence of any form of peace know we mean business

Tyler: Let's hit that business, on the the intersection of 32 and Linix

Nasir: Ain't that a bank?

Tyler: Yea, it's worth the risk our lives already sank to the sea banks of shame, you think I got any regard for another human on this planet?

Nasir: Damnit, whatever, you sure you wanna go through this? I know a crew that hits anything for the purchase of a ticket

Tyler: Nah, you wanna get shit done, gotta do it yourself, we pull this off, we'll be chillin in Panama or down in hell

Nasir: Fine, you got it, let's get it done, just know if shit goes sideways I got your back like thieves and my hands are free

Tyler: Likewise, tomorrow at 9, gimme the 9, can't believe what's going through are minds, we need that fix I say it's worth the risk

Nasir: One day later, this bad feeling's permeating my thoughts, eating at it like a prisoner on death row's last meal, I can feel it, something's wrong, I disregard

Tyler: Hands shaking, in the parking lot across the street, time to gather up every drop of worth I've been given, give it one last glimpse and gamble it into the events about to take place in that building across the street

Nasir: Let's go, jump out the shadows like robbers in the night no cop cars in sight all I can brandish is a knife and my very will to fight I just pray everyone can go home safely tonight

Tyler: Stray down, the gun cocks, step through the doors, get on the floor, let one shot off, if no one cooperates I swear to God you're gonna hear a few more, maybe one then none

Nasir: Jumped over the counter held the knife to the tellers throat, take us to the back or I'll give you a choice your jugular or back

Tyler: Escorted her, opened up a bag filled it up with cash, got about $50 thousand whipped her now we running like scared cats

Nasir: Got across the street the cops came I didn't look back, heard a round blast I twitched but kept up looked at Ty, had a wound to his neck, the vision hit me as if every bit of energy in the world creating tension, was released into the single region of my face, picked him up we're still getting chased

Tyler: Just go on leave me here I can hear them getting closer, this right here is kosher, I ain't worth it I'm boutta die go on and live your life

Nasir: I ain't leaving not after all that we've been through, that's the truth if you go down then I'm going with you

Tyler: Sat down we cornered by the cops behind a trashcan, yelling put your gun down and stick your hands out

Nasir: You losing blood quick, this shit right here I can't take it, we've been to hell and back how could it just end like this, what have I done to be given this life comprised of piss

Tyler: I'ma die right here, but just know we'll be comrades from the cradle to the grave, from the womb to the tomb just promise I'll be the only leaving today

Nasir: His eyes shut, my heart shut, my sincerest apology, but no promises, I got this kid, stood up quick with the gun in my grip, before it even pointed and a single shot slipped, I got hit in the heart through the ribs fell down quick, took one last look at our bodies, summed up our lives in 60 seconds, all the times we spent robbing and gobbling others earnings, all the lives I've lost and all the fights I've fought, the blood gushed out my lips, why'd our lives have to end like this