How to be The Noker - Spoken word poem
I wrote a spoken word poem thing because I suck a poetry and I want to not suck at poetry as badly. And also I was brainstorming ideas for videos at like... 3 AM. So there's that. Join my mailing list: ****** Previously ▶ This video sucks ****** Related videos: Love Story (My First Short Film) ****** Be My Friend snaps - emceehoppal my blog ****** pics ****** tweets ****** friends ****** content stream ****** Work With Me ****** More Ways to Support Your YouTuber snarky tshirts ****** writing ****** fitness ****** Here's the words: How to Be the Noker Be raised by a strong, ballsy mother and a cold, heartless father. Add to that a level of unmatched precocious energy that tosses you into a 7-year relationship that teaches you what a lifetime of feeling like the ugly duckling never quite hit home: that you are worthless. Run as fast as you can in the opposite direction only to find yourself falling in love with work (and nothing else) until you ultimately decide that life... Life is what you make of it. Learn that you can survive over and more than a year of being a divine mess. Drink your earnings, eat your feelings, and dance the loneliness away over the repetitious bass line of a trap remix until you ultimately find yourself sitting among the wreckage. But happy. Burned by 10 years of ashes. But happy. Shattering broken records of broken hearts as you learn to feel pretty for the first time, happy for the first time, but insecure. But you're happy. Music: Soul Catalyst - Solstice
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How to Be the Noker.
Be raised by a strong, ballsy mother and a cold, heartless father.
Add to that a level of unmatched precocious energy that tosses you into a 7-year relationship
that teaches you what a lifetime of feeling like the ugly duckling never quite hit home:
that you are worthless.
Run as fast as you can in the opposite direction only to find yourself falling in love with
work (and nothing else) until you ultimately decide that life...
Life is what you make of it.
Learn that you can survive over and more than a year of being a divine mess.
Drink your earnings, eat your feelings, and dance the loneliness away over the repetitious
bass line of a trap remix until you ultimately find yourself sitting among the wreckage.
But happy.
Burned by 10 years of ashes.
But happy.
Shattering broken records of broken hearts as you learn to feel pretty for the first
time, happy for the first time, but insecure.
But you're happy.
