Havent penned down a poem in a long time. Actually starting back was initially hard, but ya'll know that "riding a bike" philosophy. Same shit works wit writing. Check em out:

" I HATE This Feelin'
It's Foreign & Unappealin'...
2 Know A WORLD
Inside Yaself
Is Gettin' Ghost: Disappearin'..
HOW DO YOU LOSE SOMETHIN'
TATTOOED TO YA SPIRIT?!
Does It..
Get Lost Tryna Fit In
Whea U Aint Fitted?
NOT Acceptin' Tha Diff'rence
Of WatChu Carry In Ya Image?
Losin' Tha Vision
Of A Journey Marked
By YOUR Million
Pairs Of Footsteps?...
Who CARES Of What's Left?
When "THEY" Can Murda Ya Passion
And Care LESS Of Their Cuts' Depth
DREAM KILLAS, DREAM KILLAS
Sproutin From Tha Roots
AND The Seeds
Of The Trees
Where All Of My Dreamsz Grew..
Didnt You Knew
I Planted MY Seeds True?
Try & Try
As U May
But It's Thru Fate
That I Bloom...
And Faith Gives Me Room
4 These Mistakes
I ASSUME 2 Be...
Solely My Fault
Carry Me, Lord, Im Lost
For If Im Found By They
I'll B Bound To THEIR Thoughts
And NOT Yours, I'll Rot
A Prisoner, At Wat Cost?
The Expense Of My Soul
Is Too Expensive 2 B Thrown
2 Tha Crowd So They'll Control
How My Sentences Go
And So..
I Address Tha Rest
Only As A Freed Prophet
Tha Pilot Of Tha Cockpit
Boss Of My Thoughts' Office.."