MISGUIDED

this poem is written for a very special friend of mine whom i will only call "Kit," she's having some troubles, which is what inspired me to write this, so enjoy

Misguided

In the distance
I hear a heart beat loud
Leaving by itself assistance
And ignoring the crowed

Her heart bleeds out
Tears stream down her face
She wants to just shout
Yet she maintains her pace

What has made her this way
It’s the boy in her thoughts
On her mind every day
It’s only dilemmas he’s brought

He cheated on her before
In the worst possible way
Leaving her little more
Than nothing else to say

Her friends try to warn her
Yet she returns back to him
Leaning on his shoulder
Just watching him grin

She says she loves him to much
Leaving’s to hard to bear
All along turning her heart to mush
Leaving her in despair

He says he’s in love
But contradicts his speech
Looking towards the heavens above
But portraying a leech

What will she do
Will she escape from his grip
Well my friend that’s up to you
Will she get away, or just keep kissing his lip

-Carlos “House” Gerardo

WISE GIRL

once again breaking from my style, this one is called wise girl

Wise Girl

Wise Girl kisses
But never loves
Sits down and listens
But never to much

Pushing forward in delight
No boy will get in her way
As she sits up and fights
Pushing temptation away

She ponders of perfection
Caring not how it looks on her shelf
Never seeking others protection
For she cares for herself

While for others
Hours seems to just fly
She sits back and wonders
The reason time passes her by

It is questions like above
That keep her going still
Doing what she loves
For her, life is a thrill

Ignoring society
She sits alone in her seat
Keeping up her worldly sobriety
Moving to her own beat

As my rhyme comes to a close
A smile grows on her face
Because only Wise Girl knows
How to control her own space

-Carlos “House” Gerardo

OBSERVATIONS

this is about a girl whom i was sitting across form on the bus while on my way to a field trip to moody gardens

Observations

as she lays, akon on her mind, you can tell this girl is one of a kind

ignoring the world as she sits alone in her seat, just leaning back, she admires the beat

the occasional glance, she knows not what i write, she seems dazed, day dreams in her sight

as i observe her rest, my rhyme comes to a close, will it continue, that's something only she knows

-Carlos "House" Gerardo

BATTLE OF RHYME 9

getting back into the buzz of things, i decided it was about time that i got into a battle, and i didn't have to wait long for my next victim, Theodore



Carlos "House" Gerardo Vs. Theodore

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Theodore

im fast on the track nigga get with the program yo moma know i kill what slow jam

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mine

look at you, just one line in, how easy you've made it to destroy your grin, see to me this isn't a game, say the wrong thing an i will put you to shame

all you can do is speak and talk shit, all the while your rhymes are out in the cold, and becoming frostbit

if you're guna go up against me, at least give the best that you've got, otherwise, you're not even worthy of the time in my slot

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Winner: Carlos "House" Gerardo

Reason: Theodore Backed Down

MOMENT OF PASSION

what's up guys, well i decided to break away form my usual style and try something new, check it out

Moment Of Passion

Ignoring the crowed, you look her straight in the eyes
Her arms around your neck, you hands on her sides

This is the moment of magic
You ignore the crowed
You hands fasten on the fabric
Testing what she’ll allow

You lips get closer, the tension grows
What’ll happen next, everyone knows

The moment your lips meet
The world stands still
Your heart skips a beat
As you stand, enjoying the thrill

As your lips finally part
Jokers comments are let aloud
“Is this only the start”
The two of you just laugh, looking back at the crowed

You look back and wonder
What the hell do they know
“should we go for another...”
“let‘s give them a show”

-Carlos “House” Gerardo

DESCENDANT'S KISMET

Descendant's Kismet

every single day, i rise form my bed, releasing all the thoughts which had flown through my head

this is my everyday life, my everyday times, rising up from my bed, and giving birth to these rhymes

i am the master of words, spoken, written, and rhymed, going on the teachings of wisdom, of those who've expired their time

i am the next generation to stand out as the best, respecting those who came before me, but blowing to hell all of the rest

as i go on with my ramblings, i know not what to say next, I'll just have to wait and see on what subject, fate chooses to provide me with text

-Carlos "House" Gerardo

GHOST

so check this out, it's been a while since i picked up my pen, but now i'm back, and this one's called ghost

Ghost

every day i walk about, wanting to scream and shout, but everyday i hold it in, releasing only my grin

cuse my feelings were locked away deep inside, the key thrown to the side, but they were about to be released, either as beauty, or either as beast

i was a ghost
standing in the halls
invisible to all

i was a ghost
standing in the halls
invisible to all

but one day all of that changed, that's when i met "Shorty" Saenz, a girl with looks and personality which blew my mind

she's the reason i broke out of my shell and sent my feelings to hell
(yea i know, corny line)

i was a ghost
standing in the halls
invisible to all

i was a ghost
standing in the halls
invisible to all

so now a few days had passed, but still things felt rough, but the time i spent with her never felt like enough

but every time i saw her smile, or we got caught in a gaze, my mind was forced into an eternal daze

i was a ghost
standing in the halls
invisible to all

i was a ghost
standing in the halls
invisible to all

now go fast forward for three more days, and we've each gone in our separate ways, one heart broken, the other lost in a maze

back to a ghost, but now regaining flesh, making life the most, and starting off refreshed

i am a ghost
walking down the halls
now visible to all

-Carlos "House" Gerardo