staring down the barrel of a loaded gun:)

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

its another poem guiiiz

im breaking the mold
setting myself free
i no lover care what people think
im going to be me

ill walk around with world
without a single care
come along with me
join me if you dare

im taking little steps
to clear all my doubts
and soon someday im going to be out

out of the stereotypes
gone with the mold
ill no longer be a follower
i refuse to do what im told
im crazy, im new,
im awesome. im BOLD

love yall
thanks for all of your guys inspiration!!
i had a block for a long time but its gone.
today sitting at lunch we were talking about breaking the mold and BAM i looked at spencer and asked if she had a pen. she handed me on and 2 minutes later my arm is covered with the poem.
i would like some feed back and if anyone has any ideas for more poems please let me know. i find i write better when its something that deals with me or my friends or family.

peace and love
al.

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