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Life is starting to feel like a stand-alone complex
Because of the need to be heard like an audio contest
Four words, four syllables, "Hear me, Hear me"
Should it be said louder or be said clearly?
Well they say that actions speak louder than words
So why is it that when the lights and cameras are on,
Nothing is heard?
Clearly some think that this speech is absurb
If I told you I was deaf, would stare and observe?
Speaking in perfect tone making thoughts audible
Only to have nothing reply in delayed decibels
What I'm saying is,
When it's all said and done,
You better something,
Or you'll experience the meaning of the word "Kid Nothing"
Because of the need to be heard like an audio contest
Four words, four syllables, "Hear me, Hear me"
Should it be said louder or be said clearly?
Well they say that actions speak louder than words
So why is it that when the lights and cameras are on,
Nothing is heard?
Clearly some think that this speech is absurb
If I told you I was deaf, would stare and observe?
Speaking in perfect tone making thoughts audible
Only to have nothing reply in delayed decibels
What I'm saying is,
When it's all said and done,
You better something,
Or you'll experience the meaning of the word "Kid Nothing"
What happens when you have no feelings towards what you wrote period?
Your thoughts, your feelings, all written down into alliteration through ending words' syllables,
And they do nothing to you, emit no emotion whatsoever?
I can't look at it and say it's good.
I can't look at it and say it's bad.
Not one line stands out to me period And the problem is, I'm the writer.
I look at this, and although there's more than one question, each of which I want you to answer,
I simply, at this moment, can not tell you exactly how I want you to feel.
Now don't get it twisted.
I spent about two or three days writing, what?, ten, fourteen different lines?
Each one directly from the mind of Jesse Ikenna Agiriga.
Each one emphasing how I feel about not being heard (just remembered the meaning behind it)
All to say to myself "How is it?" and have no response whatsoever.
I guess, what I'm trying to ask is one more question.
Am I simply, what's the word?, oblivious to the point I myself am trying to make?
Or do I simply have nothing more to say on the matter?
- Welcome To The Contemplation
(Added 11:57 P.M.: This blog isn't suppose to be so serious..............)
Your thoughts, your feelings, all written down into alliteration through ending words' syllables,
And they do nothing to you, emit no emotion whatsoever?
I can't look at it and say it's good.
I can't look at it and say it's bad.
Not one line stands out to me period And the problem is, I'm the writer.
I look at this, and although there's more than one question, each of which I want you to answer,
I simply, at this moment, can not tell you exactly how I want you to feel.
Now don't get it twisted.
I spent about two or three days writing, what?, ten, fourteen different lines?
Each one directly from the mind of Jesse Ikenna Agiriga.
Each one emphasing how I feel about not being heard (just remembered the meaning behind it)
All to say to myself "How is it?" and have no response whatsoever.
I guess, what I'm trying to ask is one more question.
Am I simply, what's the word?, oblivious to the point I myself am trying to make?
Or do I simply have nothing more to say on the matter?
- Welcome To The Contemplation
(Added 11:57 P.M.: This blog isn't suppose to be so serious..............)
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