THE OUTSIDERS

Okay, so i discovered some of the coolest cats in Toronto.
My friend Troy has formed a group called The Outsiders and they are flipping AMAZING ! believe me when I say this. Check out their "Moment For Life ft. Nicki Minaj" Remake.
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Moment for Life- Outsiders CLICK HERE !

I Rather

Who says a poem has to be a cascade of verses? Sometimes, 10 lines are enough to get the point across


I rather.
I rather be a victim of the streets
as if the concrete, could creep up and 
kill me in, cold blood than,
become a victim of love.
I rather repeat the severity of the harsh things
life can do to me
than to compete with the insecurities
of and emotion that has never been kind to me see,
I rather have a broken neck
Than another broken heart.

If poetry could have an album cover, this would be mine !

Our Perceptions of Perfection

hey everyone. I apologize for not having the time to post new things. School is seriously no joke. As much as I love updating you guys and writing new things, University is priority! But here's a little something I wrote the other day. I couldn't leave you guys hanging !

Our Perceptions of Perfection

There is no set definition for the word perfection

There will always be someone making corrections

So long as you let them

But our perceptions are all different

Though we all search for the same thing,

Something truly amazing, get caught dazing

Maybe I'm phased and-

Or you find yourself day dreaming

Face gleaming, smile beaming

And instead of your heart beating

It's screaming the tune of their perfection.

Feeling no objection with your mind

Cause your brain and your heart both agree this time,

But your past has taught you otherwise

Telling you that love dies cause people always lie

And it's been a while since you decided not to hide

But sometimes it takes us getting hurt a million times

For use to realize that there is someone perfect for us to find.

And the essence of your perfection

Feels like an injection of surrealism 

The hope just to be with 'em

Sends your mind on an ultimate high

So when you look down, you see the sky

Get caught in the wind and just ride-

It back to your perfect reality

Where your perfection has no correction

Cause you wouldn't change them 

For the world.