I_IS_ME
Poem Published
21st Sep 2020 5:01am
21st Sep 2020 5:01am
Give It Up
Haha hold up Double L let me control this flow
Let me dissect this shit and then put it back where it goes
My boys B-Money and Wavey has the back and the front
Double L is my young rebel in the corner with a sawed off pump
Finger fucking the trigger, dam he wants shit to jump off
You better give up the flow motherfucker, before his patience is lost
Before he bust you in the chest exiting the back with that sawed off
Haha fucking shattering the backdoor taking the fucking hinges off
If you don't know this young one, he's as rowdy as hell ...
Let me dissect this shit and then put it back where it goes
My boys B-Money and Wavey has the back and the front
Double L is my young rebel in the corner with a sawed off pump
Finger fucking the trigger, dam he wants shit to jump off
You better give up the flow motherfucker, before his patience is lost
Before he bust you in the chest exiting the back with that sawed off
Haha fucking shattering the backdoor taking the fucking hinges off
If you don't know this young one, he's as rowdy as hell ...
#violence
#narrative
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Scattered_Thoughts
ST
ST
Poem Published
21st Sep 2020 1:31am
21st Sep 2020 1:31am
Cast Out
Dead to me? Don't be silly.
Death begets grief and regret;
it spawns sorrow in stillborn wishes
that echo in unbidden moments.
I mourn my dead.
You shall be suffered to live.
To breathe. To subsist as less than.
As substantive as motes in the dark.
Thrive there. Or not.
So removed from my reality
even memories fail to linger.
Dead to me? Don't be silly.
I mourn my dead.
You, living, lack the ghost
with which to haunt me.
Death begets grief and regret;
it spawns sorrow in stillborn wishes
that echo in unbidden moments.
I mourn my dead.
You shall be suffered to live.
To breathe. To subsist as less than.
As substantive as motes in the dark.
Thrive there. Or not.
So removed from my reality
even memories fail to linger.
Dead to me? Don't be silly.
I mourn my dead.
You, living, lack the ghost
with which to haunt me.
#MovingOn
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Jezkeebs
Poem Published
20th Sep 2020 9:42pm
20th Sep 2020 9:42pm
Ghoul
I appear
When fear is near
Clinging to shadowed walls
You know I'm there
I'm bloated
Thin skin slime coated
Many limbs sprawled
Sensing fear emotive
Blindly creeping
Terror weeping
I feed through jaggard maul
A nightmare never sleeping
Everywhere
Silent vibrations in the air
Of horror and deathfall
Led me here
Now I stare
At all of you with a glare
Evil eye of the ghoul
Who will eat your fear
When fear is near
Clinging to shadowed walls
You know I'm there
I'm bloated
Thin skin slime coated
Many limbs sprawled
Sensing fear emotive
Blindly creeping
Terror weeping
I feed through jaggard maul
A nightmare never sleeping
Everywhere
Silent vibrations in the air
Of horror and deathfall
Led me here
Now I stare
At all of you with a glare
Evil eye of the ghoul
Who will eat your fear
#dark
#dreams
#evil
#nightmares
#fear
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
20th Sep 2020 00:22am
20th Sep 2020 00:22am
Dystopian Hotdog , Doomsday Rant
Food.
Well sustained'.
Life giving nutria.
(nature)
nurturing
(naturing).
taken for granted here
in the fat, prissy sub'urps.
Imagine unavoidable famine.
Such are things possible to come.
Stealing crusts. Stealing any edible found
in our nuked countryside(s). The after-math.
Perhaps the ultimate Aftermath.
No body left to be...
Well sustained'.
Life giving nutria.
(nature)
nurturing
(naturing).
taken for granted here
in the fat, prissy sub'urps.
Imagine unavoidable famine.
Such are things possible to come.
Stealing crusts. Stealing any edible found
in our nuked countryside(s). The after-math.
Perhaps the ultimate Aftermath.
No body left to be...
#death
#hell
#apocalypse
#morality
#dystopian
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
19th Sep 2020 10:06am
19th Sep 2020 10:06am
Outer Limits Fandango
The astro'naught in me blasts (off)
to some pretty grim
planets,
but none so grim as the one we been
improving
for a few 100,000 annuals.
Now, we dazzle ourSelfs wit such
unbelievable feats of human'mind
that we gonna go
improve the rest of the solar
system wit our god-given Manifest Destiny.
"Well, god compelled we to do it." say the
OutaSpace genius' of the month club's spin'docs.
"We owe it to OurSelfs, after all the
hard work we done done, y'know?"
But not before we divvy up the mineral ...
to some pretty grim
planets,
but none so grim as the one we been
improving
for a few 100,000 annuals.
Now, we dazzle ourSelfs wit such
unbelievable feats of human'mind
that we gonna go
improve the rest of the solar
system wit our god-given Manifest Destiny.
"Well, god compelled we to do it." say the
OutaSpace genius' of the month club's spin'docs.
"We owe it to OurSelfs, after all the
hard work we done done, y'know?"
But not before we divvy up the mineral ...
#America
#earth
#universe
#moon
#astronomy
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DevineDewDrops
Poem Published
18th Sep 2020 7:50pm
18th Sep 2020 7:50pm
A Small Gathering
It was during the time at a small gathering at a friends house, when the little arrow struck. She wore a thin blue silken dress, which gave the effect of celestial waters running down her body.
She was going around the table serving all her guests the food she had prepared for them. I would say that her mere presence added to its flavor.
As I stared at her across the room, I thought to myself, the potter must have had steady hands as he fashioned your face, and every one of your curves he formed with such diligence and grace. Although it is written “ if thine eye offendeth thee,...
She was going around the table serving all her guests the food she had prepared for them. I would say that her mere presence added to its flavor.
As I stared at her across the room, I thought to myself, the potter must have had steady hands as he fashioned your face, and every one of your curves he formed with such diligence and grace. Although it is written “ if thine eye offendeth thee,...
#lover
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oskar
Poem Published
18th Sep 2020 8:21am
18th Sep 2020 8:21am
the illusion
The Illusion
I met a group of people I vaguely thought familiar
after a while it came to me and said, you are
the same people I met 15 years ago, glad laughter
we wondered if you had forgotten us.
I was baffled an old dream had produced a new one
or was there no past it all happens now.
Or did our lives had two levels one that is conscious
has a sunrise, and one we only see by accident like
someone had forgotten to lock the door.
Got up from the table and bid farewell, have to go
take the train to the valley where I once was a...
I met a group of people I vaguely thought familiar
after a while it came to me and said, you are
the same people I met 15 years ago, glad laughter
we wondered if you had forgotten us.
I was baffled an old dream had produced a new one
or was there no past it all happens now.
Or did our lives had two levels one that is conscious
has a sunrise, and one we only see by accident like
someone had forgotten to lock the door.
Got up from the table and bid farewell, have to go
take the train to the valley where I once was a...
#apocalypse
#mythology
#luck
#nightmares
#steampunk
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HoneyLove
Poem Published
17th Sep 2020 9:24pm
17th Sep 2020 9:24pm
In Bed with the Devil
Let me pen you something naughty
Because that's what you like to read
Yes, you keep yourself so haughty
But deep down you like to plead
Are you aching for a new story
Something scandalous and dark
I could spin you something gory
Light your blood thirsty spark
Oh my Love it's dirty and seedy
It'll bring a broad smile to your lips
And those ears are mighty greedy
You are wrapped round my tongue's tip
For I know the day has you bored
What's that's saying idle hands...
But with me you've really...
Because that's what you like to read
Yes, you keep yourself so haughty
But deep down you like to plead
Are you aching for a new story
Something scandalous and dark
I could spin you something gory
Light your blood thirsty spark
Oh my Love it's dirty and seedy
It'll bring a broad smile to your lips
And those ears are mighty greedy
You are wrapped round my tongue's tip
For I know the day has you bored
What's that's saying idle hands...
But with me you've really...
#lust
#dark
#mirror
#rhyming
#sensual
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Stoney223
Poem Published
17th Sep 2020 1:52pm
17th Sep 2020 1:52pm
FROM THIS MOUND OF CLAY
As life sometimes chisels away at the granite stone of my outer shell, chiseling away at the very core of my being human with feelings, and emotions and thoughts. Yet even as it chisels and digs into the mere, existence of my mind and heart and soul grabbing and physically, pulling at the skeleton of my bones that once were covered by the skin of my flesh. I still try to push on even with the tears from my eyes, and the broken fragments of bits and pieces, broken like shattered glass. Leaving behind inescapable thoughts that sometimes, flows through the deepness swirling within my soul...
#faith
#rebirth
#TruthOfLife
#PowerOfWords
#FeelingLost
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oskar
Poem Published
17th Sep 2020 8:35am
17th Sep 2020 8:35am
tabula rasa
tabula rasa
when a child is born has no memory
one can say clean slates, after a few days it picks up
the basic like crying when hungry
from there on we fill the baby with what we know
a knowledge handed down from our parents, and the child
when it learns to read believes without reflection
what they are told must be the truth.
sometimes the child has a new thought, and it says what if this
is not valid, that is when the memory it didn´t have
is remembered, something that is clean and true about the life
we live an...
when a child is born has no memory
one can say clean slates, after a few days it picks up
the basic like crying when hungry
from there on we fill the baby with what we know
a knowledge handed down from our parents, and the child
when it learns to read believes without reflection
what they are told must be the truth.
sometimes the child has a new thought, and it says what if this
is not valid, that is when the memory it didn´t have
is remembered, something that is clean and true about the life
we live an...
#fate
#mythology
#luck #nightmares
#luck #nightmares
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EdibleWords
Poem Published
16th Sep 2020 2:32pm
16th Sep 2020 2:32pm
Trump is Fighting Institutional Racism
Biden said Trump
was pro-defund police
At first I thought
he was lying
so I laughed
but then I felt bad
for laughing
at someone
who thinks he’s
running for re-election
against himself
for Senate
...and doesn’t
remember
where he is
But his point
remains...
Trump knows there’s
systematic racism
And he wants to
fix it all
whether it’s
police who “choke”
Or race-bait
policies
He’s...
was pro-defund police
At first I thought
he was lying
so I laughed
but then I felt bad
for laughing
at someone
who thinks he’s
running for re-election
against himself
for Senate
...and doesn’t
remember
where he is
But his point
remains...
Trump knows there’s
systematic racism
And he wants to
fix it all
whether it’s
police who “choke”
Or race-bait
policies
He’s...
#politics
#honesty
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Fiftysevenhours
.Quercus.
.Quercus.
Poem Published
15th Sep 2020 10:06pm
15th Sep 2020 10:06pm
Magic of our living
Standing on a hill of time enchanted land
Millennia grows from all that it can know.
It writhes from the sleeping tombs of granite
In the ink of scree and earth to stand.
A beating heart for all to feel in hand.
Transfixed to a rhythmic song unfolding
Evaporating upon the imbued horizons viewed.
Lavender skies are memories seen
Memories in memoirs to the passing of an eye.
Where each moment persists yet differently
In a consistent constant shifting.
Life is magic and its actions the incantations of our living
Where no...
Millennia grows from all that it can know.
It writhes from the sleeping tombs of granite
In the ink of scree and earth to stand.
A beating heart for all to feel in hand.
Transfixed to a rhythmic song unfolding
Evaporating upon the imbued horizons viewed.
Lavender skies are memories seen
Memories in memoirs to the passing of an eye.
Where each moment persists yet differently
In a consistent constant shifting.
Life is magic and its actions the incantations of our living
Where no...
#nature
#WritingPoetry
#magic
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