Prose Poem

Pose to Post Prose Poems, but weed got me so gone while conversing on the house Phone. It’s known that I am Pondering Poems while listening to Problems like bad jokes and terrible songs.
I Hate to make you make Haste so Please Pick up the Pace so I can get off this Phone and Post Prose Poems while rolling another leaf to get rid of those sour taste of bad days installed in my mental dome.
Please don’t ask me the reason Why with those tears pouring from out of your Eyes I am not trying to hear you Cry and Scream because I am not the one to give out any Sympathy.
Finally the phone clicks and I am Relieved with this Weed and nice hot cup of Tea and then a knock at my door goes and now I am ready to fucking scream because I can’t let be?
Ignoring the door likes it’s my ex’s problems
I am in this room like a hostage
I just fucking want to write Prose Poems about me wanting to write Prose Poems to Lo-fi music because the shit is amusing and sweet to the tune of the beat and it’s just me typing away to the computer keys.
Ya’ see it’s just me and this writing that has me seeing beyond my dreams like a horizon while standing on the shores of a Miami beach.
The Sun isn’t there, but the moon isn’t either so I will save this imagination for later and keep myself above casket while writing poems as I am feeling restless.
I sweep my soul, but keep myself in touch with self in-love and keep the key locked inside the box and let the shelf hold my thoughts from goldilocks.
Imma poet
Imma poet
Imma poet
Imma poet
I loved a chick so,
So I once gave her my very own,
But the relationship didn’t have any growth, but it’s still all love.
Fucked around and gave up a ripped heart and a friend sewed it up. Took a few good drinks for bad times so I could throw it up. Just wish I could cry and make a few calls, but it’ll just sound a lot like a bad song and that is not the vibe I want to put on anyone.
“Shakkan,
Shakkan,
Shakkan,
Why you not come and chill with a brotha?”
Because most of these men are snakes and I have no reason to shake hands with men who skin will shed later in the day so it’s fuck what they say I am just here to live and write for the rest of my poetic days.
My Name Shakkan With The Underscore you should've already known that I am not the one to play with when it come to these words and sentences. I had an ex who said I speak senseless, but she barely knew so she was making no sense to my extent.
Imma poet
Imma poet
Imma poet
Imma poet
Shakkan With The Underscore by now you should already know it!