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by prepkiller   Aug 27, 2005


It makes me sick to see someone selling them-selfs short of life
Just to even think of the life ending knife

Thinking smoking is some kind of joke
But in the end you choke

Think ahead
Before you end up dead

Ponder about everything
Don't even worry about the bling

Be you
One of few

Don't follow the crowd
If you are you just be proud

Walk down the street head held high
Don't even worry about the looks that pass you by

Their just faces, there is no feeling behind them
Just let them blend

Be you be proud
BE YOUR OWN CROWD

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  • 18 years ago

    by Drew Gold

    This piece would be strengthened by having some form to it,.. keeping all the lines roughly the same syllable count.. i frown upon rhyming the word life/knife.. among others, that rhyme is way, wayyy overused.. there is some value to these phrases, but it seems bland in your representation of them,.. maybe write them down differently, not saying exactly it is what you're trying to say, but alluding to it. make the reader think.. anyway.. not bad,.. keep on writing!

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