Neva Change

I wrote this poem intentionally with bad language usage and some improper grammar, because I want you all to understand the dialect because it adds to the meaning of the poem

This poem has multiple meanings, and can be viewed in more than one way. Take what you need from it, and use it.

Through good times, hard times things it still remain.
Its hard to believe 'cause I can't maintain
the thought of things always stayin the same.
Damn I can't believe how some things neva change.

Close my eyes and wake up, ain't a damn thing change.
Even though I'm grown up, ain't a damn thing change.
Its amazing how we think change is just insane
Damn I can't believe how some things neva change.

Everytime I see you, I feel somethin strange.
Everytime I feel you, it tingles in my vains.
Broken words and broken thoughts its always been that way.
Damn I can't believe how some things neva change.

When things hit the rocks all we do is complain,
he say, she say, they say the same damn thang;
Open up your eyes so you can see the pain.
damn I can't believe how some things neva change.

Shake it up, pour it out, feel my rain
'cause its quite obvious you wish I neva had came,
you wish I wasn't a visitor in this place.
Damn I can't believe how some things neva change.

When you think about it, all we afta is fame,
and anything worth knowin is some how lame,
Open up a book, you may learn some thangs.
Damn I can't believe how some things neva change.

Always point fingers, lookin to blame.
Always criticizin, tryna cause shame.
Shit, I never though that you could be so vain.
Damn I can't believe how some things neva change.

Damn I can't believe how some things ain't change
Damn I can't believe how some things just can't change.
Damn I can't believe how some things just won't change,
Damn I can't believe how some things neva change

Insomniac

--All I can seem to do is live in a deathly fashion; I lie on my back, in a dark cold room, alone, with no one to comfort me, for no one else is in my current state. My mind draws blank, for I can't continue to think, for thinking is the enemy of one such as myself, at this time of day rather.

My dark night soon turns to morning, and morning to light, but not quite day. I close my eyes to create the darkness again, for the darkness was my only security, for as long as it was dark, I still had a chance for a tranquil slumber.

"To bed by 7, maybe I'll be up by 9", I sigh to myself, now realizing how long of a day is ahead of me. Too many hours in a day, but no so many in the night. Its never enough, for I am never able. I'm the insomniac.