001. Spits.

See what had happened was the world fell down.
Nothing like normal...didn’t even make a sound.

I sit I breathe and I flow, just say hi.
Surprised...compromised by the pain...that was I.
Coulda...shoulda woulda broke down when no one said my name.
We relax and do nothing so the world stays the same;
Shame. things are beautiful with change.
Look how far people go with range.
Making movements throughout the world by speech.
I stretch my arms out just to see how far they reach.
In essence im brilliant; as is society.
Proprietary takes over. get used to the social headache.
You take..two steps forward and the world walks back.
Wish to speak out but afraid of the attack.
Say the words that just feel like spurts
No big thing. after all...the truth hurts.
And we...gladly...market thee..of people wanting more and bigger is better so we eagerly adore...that.
Spat. go big? go home? what if i choose neither?
I'll probably be alone
Followed by a million others...my brothers.
My sisters. the misters. the ladies.
I was born in the 80s. i wish to know my past.
Not the last of the last but the past of my present.
The kind with bumps and bruises and how i got here with no fear just came into the world a free soul for real.
Imagine how that feels.
Better yet imagine how it wouldn’t feel.
Heal those minds who cant even read this.
Not because they choose not to, no
But because they aren’t able to read, they bleed.
The minds are of one beam and internet is a dream.
They have no books and no one seems to take looks
We are crooks...and beggars.
With our teen parties and keggers.
Onto more modern me..gee.
Wondering how I am a wonder,
Plunder for that answer and let me know not.
Rot with bitterness and wear a smile.
I wont be going anywhere for quite a while.
Family. new subject sorry for the switch..
Twitch; getting better...itch; still problems.
Friends but who. contemplate reality.
You care?...show. you don’t? go.
Love. again bigger things surround us
Fuss you fuss. you fuss about me even when im not around;
Clown yourself you like attention and grab.
Blab that’s what you do blab no one cares.
If my heart hurts good thing I got rid of that part.
Start..fresh. you wont bring me down by your
Selfish ways and unhappy days and mediocre frays of the unsewn life you choose to live...without me.
Thank God i never gave you all of who I was or am or still yet to be.
Cause..look at me and watch me work;
Twirk I move and twirk I'm gone again from you and the rest Of who your posse or mind posse wanted me to be.
So badly for you I could care less.
Regress...I would not.

Thoughts on my mind with no more time
To bore. I bore and I capture feel these words.
Try and read how I write because you wont get it right.
I'm sure this mess of poetic bliss will scare you.
I'm reading fast with breaks where I see them.
And you will read slow overanalyzing the tone.
Alone. hardly so, unless you don't understand the meaning for this nonsense.
My life. my words. my history and my present. present ever, ever present.

Ashley. Spits. Rhyme.

Hiptop.