Crown Nobl3

Crown Nobl3

Poetry is my silent voice.

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  • Crown Nobl3
    Published 3 years ago
    January 22nd

    January 22nd

    Here we go once again, ya’ll. You would think that after December 7th and April 12th I would figure it out, but now here we are at January 22nd and I’m still nothing but a fool in the eyes of every negro who played me like a Raggedy Anne Doll with her stitched-on smile. Just like the smile I paint on my face day by day because I shy away from being vulnerable except when my pen meets the paper and pours forth lines of utmost pain. Then and only then is when I invite you to my bedroom to gawk at the curves of my hips, the pudge of my stomach, the scars and unspoken marks. I place myself under the microscope and open myself to every format of criticism possible. Through the looking glass you see a messed-up girl with a heart of gold, or so she has been told, but refuses to believe because in all her days she has continued to fail at the one thing she would die for and that is to be the one and only for that One and Only One and the one and only thing she knows and believes without a shadow of a doubt is that this wish will never come true cause stars hold no power. Yet, every night I look at the sky hoping that it will wrap its mysteries around me and make me feel ok. I am not ok. I am not crazy. I am psychotic and maybe just maybe the end is here for me and that is ok for me.
  • Crown Nobl3
    Published 3 years ago
    Tragic Love Story

    Tragic Love Story

    She is my love, my life, my dove, my wife Her smile transcends all dimensions and reaches out to me no matter the distance
  • Crown Nobl3
    Published 3 years ago
    Facade/Death to My Frustrations

    Facade/Death to My Frustrations

    FAÇADE I don’t know if I should say I’m on my grind or living on a dime. Every time it’s the same old rhyme. I’m living a lie, no need to cry.
  • Crown Nobl3
    Published 3 years ago
    January 2018

    January 2018

    Here we are again, another turn in history A time where promises are made to oneself and each other and then broken Moments are so precious and so are resolutions
  • Crown Nobl3
    Published 3 years ago
    Once Upon A Time

    Once Upon A Time

    I wish I were a butterfly so that I could escape my fears I wish I were young again without a care in the world I wish I were something you wanted and needed
  • Crown Nobl3
    Published 3 years ago
    ROMANTISCH SCHEISSEN

    ROMANTISCH SCHEISSEN

    I’m a hopeless romantic Going about my day worrying about the love of my life Guess I’m just wondering where he’s at Spent too much time wanting a past love