I haven´t touched a pen since the 365 daily challenge
Hello, I finally got around half an hour of peace around here, I have not written or done anything in 3 months, so I went with stream of conscious when I wrote my first verse in 2013. so here it is, no title or anything:
Strangled,
Choking
Almost overdosin
Out of breath,
commotion
With the boredom i´m enrolled with
Poetry in motion is at standstill, force it
Waiting for another day that moves ,in orbit
Breathe with the hill sides
The mill mold the minds,
or at times
Forcing mine to draw the lines
And call the strike to brawl with rhymes
And cause the rise of riots, over nusery chrymes
Im both cursed
and blessed
From birth til death
But my poker face will scream check mate
When you question all the breaths I take
Or question all the moves I make
And question what i really make
I make minds grow beyond my own
I make potions and serve em from my own home
I make questions I can´t answer on my own
So you can debate em when I´m long gone
I make flowers blossom
With a carving at the bottom
I saved a thousand roses, they where starving when I got em
I have changed my ways to make them happy
So I can make my bed and starve the nutrition that i´m lacking
MesAyah 
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