...it? or what can i do with it? i would like to further my ideas as i do many other pieces of work, e.g music, art (painting, sculptures, textiles) also a comic strip and a choreographed movie scene sketch. Not to mention my stack of writing...
so i guess i should be putting things out here just like they say i should to get an idea if people do like my work and to develop my avenues of career opportunity.
so here goes...
Intro
I see the world all around me, I can’t breath there is a swirl pool around me. Draining me like a draining pipe. Its going, I’m falling, it’s overthrowing and calling out my name.
Join me, join us, come here boy reform us. I was never connected; I got picked so I acted a long. This is my place, here’s where I’ll stay your not convincing. A place far better off where I can call home.
My view is limited and it’s hard to consume these images around me,
Because without me this would not be about.
It works both ways, I shall contemplate and rearrange my fears,
I take my time with restraint, but it push’s me out the world where they live.
I fail at what I do because that’s what you’re feeding me, my hope is forever decreasing. I am stuck in a place far better off like a place in jail. Controlled and co-op but well my limits can get involved as well.
Am I my own fail safe, no jail face, no stale chase. This was a sale paid, I’m free but you still have this hold on me.
Your drain pipe, get off me this is my last dream, if you awake me I will be a lost dream, life is my lost regime and this is my last plaything.
Is this mine? I need to know why I am here, talk to me I have the revolt for an ear, who do I consult? Who tries to show fear?
This is not fear this is death, your killing me, you’re not my death, its drilling me, did I sparked this mess?
I had no father figure I sat with my little play things; they wanted to make me shiver by a simple slap with a slipper.
It never missed and it gave me pain, I’m a crying child, none of my lessons learnt am I just this dieing child?
I feel myself just slipping away how long can I hold on for, my past times skipping by waiting for me to just fall down, a place where I thought was me, I seen nothing but it staring back at me. If I could take you on a journey I would help you believe, this gain is more to solely evading what I fall with shame.
I think this gives good as a introduction, feedback will be helpfull and it will they will determine the choice of me putting the next peice up..
Thanks and i hope you enjoy
Amari
so i guess i should be putting things out here just like they say i should to get an idea if people do like my work and to develop my avenues of career opportunity.
so here goes...
Intro
I see the world all around me, I can’t breath there is a swirl pool around me. Draining me like a draining pipe. Its going, I’m falling, it’s overthrowing and calling out my name.
Join me, join us, come here boy reform us. I was never connected; I got picked so I acted a long. This is my place, here’s where I’ll stay your not convincing. A place far better off where I can call home.
My view is limited and it’s hard to consume these images around me,
Because without me this would not be about.
It works both ways, I shall contemplate and rearrange my fears,
I take my time with restraint, but it push’s me out the world where they live.
I fail at what I do because that’s what you’re feeding me, my hope is forever decreasing. I am stuck in a place far better off like a place in jail. Controlled and co-op but well my limits can get involved as well.
Am I my own fail safe, no jail face, no stale chase. This was a sale paid, I’m free but you still have this hold on me.
Your drain pipe, get off me this is my last dream, if you awake me I will be a lost dream, life is my lost regime and this is my last plaything.
Is this mine? I need to know why I am here, talk to me I have the revolt for an ear, who do I consult? Who tries to show fear?
This is not fear this is death, your killing me, you’re not my death, its drilling me, did I sparked this mess?
I had no father figure I sat with my little play things; they wanted to make me shiver by a simple slap with a slipper.
It never missed and it gave me pain, I’m a crying child, none of my lessons learnt am I just this dieing child?
I feel myself just slipping away how long can I hold on for, my past times skipping by waiting for me to just fall down, a place where I thought was me, I seen nothing but it staring back at me. If I could take you on a journey I would help you believe, this gain is more to solely evading what I fall with shame.
I think this gives good as a introduction, feedback will be helpfull and it will they will determine the choice of me putting the next peice up..
Thanks and i hope you enjoy
Amari