In this piece...We have the many views featured in a diary...about a diary...and Vafinest gives us the feel for a Emotional Diary Entry...Spekz is our "New"bie of the group and Introduces us to his wordplay and thoughts about "The Diaries".
Introducing:
Vamp
Vafinest
Spekz
*~Big Nash~*
What Is a Diary?
A binding of emotional treasures buried under a cover
Memories of friends, life, lovers that vary from another
Each page screaming sentimental interests of time
To capture life freezing moments you often leave behind
Continuous thoughts scramble each page reveiling recent events
.....not just a book?.....
A world to vent a piece of the past each word represents
Feelings dance swirls on paper constructing peace of mind
Embracing the soul ending a thought becomes a freeze in time
Secrets sworn independently to vanish from wandering eyes
To take pride in each line,to alter life as a guide in disguise
Closest friend,unless evil reaks a page with your deepest fear
Frustration spills on a paper swollowing your most ungrateful tear
Coming a newday a new entry of the mind emptying the past
Ending a day with a blast of emotion with one last sentence to surpass
Deep desires of thoughts that scramble your beliefs of emotions
A notion that a pen elaborates on sending lines in a rambling commotion
Pages grow thin as you continue to write down your every intellection
Time writes a new direction,consuming a entry with a new affection
Until a time rises where a closing statement ends the very last page
Go on for days withought releasing every view on what you cant say
Mind in disarray trying to stay happy while ur mind stays so ripe
Maturity values your wellbeing embracing you to say what you like
..........not needing 2 write your feelings down..........
Finally realizing you've just embarked on a new phase of your life.
The Emotional Entry
Today I did somethin wrong, that I will never regret
It started out with a dice game, people were making there bets
Tryin to get there lucky number, but it was never rolled
I was taking everybodys stash, and I started counting all my tolls
And I saw 50 was missing, so I filled up with anger
Asked,"Who took some dough", they said nothin cuz they were in danger
Then someone admitted, body shaking with fear
Cuz they knew somethin was gonna happen......
....................sweat on his skin pourin like tears
He said,"I didn't even bet", he really thought he was slick
So I just played along, and his ass got hit
Cuz he thought it was cool, but I took it kind of different
Started making him bleed, then he was dead in an instant
I just started throwing punches, he felt like he was gettin hit with a brick
But he got the consiquence, now hes a dead prick
And now I feel the sarrow, cuz his family is going through pain
But in a way,don't give a fuck, cuz the boy was insane
He was put under pressure, cuz he didn't know the outcome
Now hes stuffed like a doll, cuz he was thinking so dumb
So thats how my day was, and I will remember it to the end
Now lets shut my diary, before I commit another sin
The Emotionalism of the Diary
As i Search through memories long lost I stumble upon my My "bible" layin battered And broken
Openin i begin to study my personal scriptures, mental pictures speak whats not spoken
Weatherd and torn, Cracked and worn This book has memories Held sacred for Years
I grasp the Pen and place it to the paper, Emotions flood my body as my eyes Rain forth tears
I begin to write, so feely my hand Holds the conversation with the paper I could not say
Conversation so vivid, I feel my soul begin to mold, The paper being the hands and me the clay
My soul erupts into rhyme as I Preach forth into the story of me
All the words my mouth cant say my heart and hand work as one to write this diary
My pen is the gateway for my soul to fly free as exstacy envelopes brain
As My pen scribbles across the page, I'm soothed, like a slow walk in the rain
Soul spoken thoughts ment for the eyes of one,feelings layed upon stone
A pact between god and I ,Sealed in blood, classified for my eyes only
Containing Trials and tribulation..disrespect and descention since birth
The struggle for respect, Percavir’n for a positive effect to gain self worth
Layin down the memories of the experiences Fullfillment Of Lovin for the first time
Peacefull bliss and nothing less, body rapture captured forever by words so fine
Long has it been Since I've writtin, A tidal wave of thoughts beg to be immortalized
Furiously I trace the history of memories, Timelines Of deceit,defeat and wants denied
Being defied, Left to remember tha thoughts that made me feel as one, of a simpler life
The age of Purity when i was a kid,Without a care i run free was Severed drasticly with a knife
A time without stress when all things solved themselves by themselves and all was right
When feeling I could not realease, to hold within, in my "bible i would wright
And so I'm rebornm, inhabitions torn, true self shines pure like a summer sunrise
I see clear, the sufferin and pain suffered from Is within is replaced,former self dies
As i close The book, I'm shook, eyes focus and i begin stand as i feel a breeze from the wind
Heart racid I place My bible back where it belongs,Sigh, and say goodbye to an old friend
Death of The Diaries
Thoughtlessness flutters through the blank pages of the book,
Breathlessness flows through their minds. Spirits are Took…
Look on and read as the words just flow. See the person grow,
Stop, Think, and Re-read the no rhymed verses ever so slow.
You must know how to treat the feelings the person passes…
…Or this concealing karma will explode. Then Faith Crashes,
My attention snatches the attentions of the viewers Passions…
Write down what you’re thinking, Guys Love, Girls Fashions.
Loves, warfare, and blastin’…main and endless cause of poets,
Reap what you sew and here’s the world as all of you know it.
Inside the book of art on his or her life, Feelings about his wife,
Feelings that will hurt your insides like a knife. That’s the hype,
Wordless diaries are the ones typed. Listen to the wind, and me,
But only to a certain degree, Spirituality and Sea to shining Sea,
Individuality lusts and begins the wonders of the faith and trust,
Listening to them is like listening to your woman, only a must,
A must do! Break my feelings down to the crust, core of thought,
Feelings no longer feel good, memories are feeling-less…………
……………………………………...............………And always distraught,
Information to one’s self…who’s hot who’s not? Heat of Night,
Loveless and delight combine in the same small book of rights,
Who is and isn’t polite. Breaching all the barriers and limits…
…I live for the days, months, and years. Not just the minutes,
She writes down the breaching point of her life…the ecstasy,
Her world is no longer a memory, it becomes reality…hopefully-
She will take the world ever so nicely and much more seriously,
Intimacy no longer pleasures…drastic measures…endings…......
.................................................. ....the death of the diary.
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~NaSh
~VaMp
~SpekZ
~VaFinest
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