"I'm dead," said the voice from the crypt.
My white linen shroud is all tattered and ripped.
I lie beneath this stone with my mortal remains.
And sing at night, shrieking ghostly refrains.

You will hear me at night when wintry winds blow.
On Halloween's Eve, when all we ghouls know.
That you living can hear us once in a year
And can enjoy being frightened of fear.

The rest of the time, it's as boring as hell.
Dark and ghostly like a night's old well.
Warlock and demons sometimes drop in.
But other than that, here's like a deserted ship.

Look, here's not what it was thought by we ,
And haunting is not what t'was cracked up to be.
Performed wails of a lonesome world rehearsed.
I had better times in the back of the hearse.

I know that at times life is horrid and dim,
And facing each day gets increasingly grim;
But, think of this brother, it’s not as half as bad
As lying here, bored, in this lonely pad.

You’re thinking of ending your life my friend?
Hoping that all of your troubles will end.
Well, listen to me mate, and take my advice,
Compared to this dead lark, living is nice.

Now given the choice between living or not,
There’s no competition, for sure you will rot.
Your teeth will fall out, your hair disappear,
And chances are nil of a football match here.

But, if you are serious in joining the dead
In spite of my warnings, and things I have said;
Just think, while you’re lying, mouldy and rotten,
Your mates will be partying, you’re soon forgotten.

Geez..Lekan! I love this! Loads of metaphor. The flow too is good and u used perfect rhymes, though monosyllabic. The message is so crystal clear I can picture it in my mind's eye; has me imagining a state of being conscious at death. The emboldened lines got me..

laykorn:


I had better times in the back of the hearse.
I know that at times life is horrid and dim,
And facing each day gets increasingly grim;
But, think of this brother, it’s not as half as bad
As lying here, bored, in this lonely pad.
You’re thinking of ending your life my friend?
Hoping that all of your troubles will end.
Well, listen to me mate, and take my advice,
Compared to this dead lark, living is nice.
Now given the choice between living or not,
There’s no competition, for sure you will rot.
Your teeth will fall out, your hair disappear,
And chances are nil of a football match here.
But, if you are serious in joining the dead
In spite of my warnings, and things I have said;
Just think, while you’re lying, mouldy and rotten,
Your mates will be partying, you’re soon forgotten.

Nice writeup, bro. A front page material kudos!

This is scary


I don't want to die






nice write up tho.





Am out of here


so scary !!!!

Whoosh! nice one

kr0ne:
Geez..Lekan! I love this! Loads of metaphor. The flow too is good and u used perfect rhymes, though monosyllabic. The message is so crystal clear I can picture it in my mind's eye; has me imagining a state of being conscious at death. The emboldened lines got me..

Nice writeup, bro. A front page material kudos!

Thank you so much, sir, for the critique. I direly crave your indulgence on the monos. I am looking at incorporating more of the rap swag with some of my subsequent works, sir. Will you be there to help do critiques?

diddydiva:
This is scary

I don't want to die !

Eyyah! Mummy's girl. Epele, emabinu.

diddydiva:
This is scary

I don't want to die !

Eyyah! Mummy's girl. Epele, emabinu.

Deadshotz:
Whoosh! nice one

Thank you, sir.

laykorn:

Eyyah! Mummy's girl. Epele, emabinu.

hi.

Nice work there!!!
I've gat a lot to learn from you

diddydiva:

hi.

Nice work there!!!
I've gat a lot to learn from you

Ma? I'm a learner still.

diddydiva:

hi.

Nice work there!!!
I've gat a lot to learn from you

Ma? I'm a learner still.

laykorn:

Ma? I'm a learner still.

I guess am not even a learner then




What am I?

I seeing in my mind's eye the entity Hades, conversing to any who will listen to its morbid tale.

diddydiva:

I guess am not even a learner then




What am I?

Stop forming.
Post one of your poems and let's see who's better.

Qaisar1 on my thread? Brother! You've been missing. What's happened?

laykorn:

Stop forming.
Post one of your poems and let's see who's better.

Poems?
.

am not a writer

diddydiva:


Poems?

.


am not a writer

You don't have to be a writer. Just write something; something about love, the sun, the moon, your favourite flower, your favourite car, your gateman, anything, and post it. Lol

laykorn:
Qaisar1 on my thread?
Brother!
You've been missing. What's happened?

My phone is on International SIM lock...

Qaisar1:

My phone is on International SIM lock...

Huh?
What is that?

laykorn:


Huh?

What is that?

Network lock... It can't access any other sim card except the default SIM (AT&T in my case).

A SIM lock, simlock, network lock or subsidy lock is a capability built into GSM mobile phones by mobile phone manufacturers. Network providers use this capability to restrict the use of these phones to specific countries and network providers. A phone sold without a SIM lock is called a SIM-free or unlocked phone and the purchaser can insert a SIM card of their choice.