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Isaac Gang

Isaac Gang

Writing is all I got left.

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Isaac Gang

Isaac Gang

Writing is all I got left.

18
Writings
2
Followers
1
Following
Gangordie’s Notebook

Isaac Gang

1 min read

I was walking in the park where a pad on the floor sparked something in me to take. I looked around but only saw children on the swings and other normal things. I opened the composition and I wouldn’t believe what I had just seen. These exact lyrics for me to spit at you and sing. The content was amazing, i could only imagine the kind of superstar that I would be. I can see myself with the finer t...

Poetry

Audio Implants

Isaac Gang

1 min read

Sound represents an audio matter in the oxygen which is rather a complex concept envisioned in imaginative languages witnessed by persons left with different impressions of definition descriptions inside of one’s lucid conscious.

Drummers bang the auditory instrument creating a vibrant sound echoing through the canal like a river flowing in water-like space from the touch of a vibration.

The bes...

Poetry

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Sunshine

Isaac Gang

1 min read

Sunshine makes the world go round.

Without it, life would be dark.

It’s faster than speed of sound.

& gives Mary Jane a spark....

Poetry

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Mistakes & Redemption

Isaac Gang

1 min read

How many times can you make a mistake before it’s not a mistake anymore?

Some actions are like a giant earthquake with little shocks of more coming after.

Small repetitions hurt bigger than earlier even when it’s the biggest disaster that strikes first.

Those intentions were never meant to put you in a position that you do not deserve.

I recommend that you seek some inner guidance when you real...

Poetry

Messy Room Pt 2

Isaac Gang

1 min read

Look at all of the things left in our old room.

Shook up emotions brings out a dust broom.

Furniture which holds all of possessions we knew.

A bed that’s big enough made for two, which lays only one now because we were threw.

Do you remember the things we used to do?

Keeping each other company as we laughed like fools.

So many memories in between four painted walls, on top of this floor, and...

Poetry

The Narration

Isaac Gang

1 min read

Once upon a time there lived a nosy neighbor which wondered what others around him were there for.

That nosy neighbor is me.

I spend my free time going behind your line of eye sight to remind myself that you are nice guys which I also despise.

I design white lies and create fables of mystical tales of which you won’t be able to be available when I unveil.

Oh what a dark trail.

What you fail to...

Poetry

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RCA

Isaac Gang

1 min read

Ravishing lifestyle fit just for a lavish king.

Chaos brings out all of the little savage things.

Astonished audience watches in awe keeps me wandering.


Ravishing entrances; some seem to always say most.

Chaos causes losses of promises concealed by a princess’s kiss.

Astonished amassed at the prices a tik and a tok can cost.


Ravishing résumé famous for frames; portrait borders & false accus...

Poetry

The Runner Up

Isaac Gang

1 min read

It was the most important performance of my lifetime. This years competition is being shown under the limelight. This was supposed to be the moment where I shine bright. Instead, my rival is the one being talked about in the typewrite. Well I can’t just let that ruin my whole life, right? Sore loser has never been me and my kind mind has light time for envy which means I’m checking the tape to fin...

Poetry

The First Time

Isaac Gang

1 min read

I have never done anything like this before. I don’t know how to do this, plus can I even find the words. How will I know I’m finished when I can’t even find the sentences? Should I worry about how it will end? First of all, where do I begin? If you want to start going here’s a piece of advice kid, all you have to do is just get started. If you happen to get stuck again & again, then make yourself...

Poetry

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The Lying Witch’s Wardrobe

Isaac Gang

1 min read

All of the clothes in her closet call her the best dressed.

Black catwoman style bandit prepared for her next theft.

Lavish showcases get swept where usually the loot is kept.

Thief in the night is quick, swiper already left while you slept.

You didn’t know when you met, the thoughts she had in her head.

She steals to get ahead; Mona Lisa portrait.

Don’t even think of getting revenge or else...

Poetry

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