Calling all rhymers

when i become future christ
i'll blast the movement in to place
i mean my own, my bruiser vice
i'll finish last i'll win the race
there's always death beneath the whim
im wanting her im killing him
some die of cancer some die of aids
you only get crucified when you're awake
death is easy it's embarrasing to die
and i am i am i am i

The plight, a compression, the flight too expensive

engendering the death of me
surrendering to leechery
proud of nothing, never proud
shit get rowdy shit git loud
always always entropy
living in the nothing cloud
little me the centerpiece
i love you youre not around

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How you been bro...

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Good to know you're still kicking around 😉

Happy New Year.

Hiya, I'm Castle ... Even though I have a love as crazy enough it's like a fairy tale; something in which I never did believe in ... I write a lot, and I mean a lot of what most people consider dark poetry .. some people say it's quite depressing .. so a lot of them, well 99% of them, I've never shared with anyone because I didn't want people to feel sad or have a need to pretend to be empathetic and so on; and probably also out of a fear of them being rejected over and over again. Anyhow, there's thousands of them, and yes it's an accurate number not an exaggeration, all addressing the battle of being trafficked for 3/4 that's my life. And though they may not be directly about love or depression, they express what love isn't. And every single one of them rhyme - not because I mean for them too but because it's just how it comes out I suppose so anyway hopefully I can contribute possibly and get some great criticism and feedback; also, I look forward to reading, learning, and growing in my own ability to express myself but as a friend!

I have plenty of rhyming poems in my repertoire.  I use many 7-syllable word structure schemes per sentence, and 4 sentences per bar.  I've obviously done other syllable structures, too.  Writing schemes (rhyming the same syllables for the whole body of work) is one of my focuses.  What I do is break words down into syllables and focus on the primary and secondary syllable stresses.  For instance, the bar: "Releasing caps - silly slug rounds.  The "Eagles clap" - Philly touchdown.  Unequal "math" - nil becomes noun.  Conceiving that really dumbfounds."  Each sentence has 8 syllables, and there are 2 primary syllable stresses.  Re/LEASI/ing/caps and sill/y/SLUG/rounds.  The syllable scheme goes something like ee/ EE/ eh/ ah and ih/ ee/ UH/ ow.  ReLEASing caps, silly SLUG rounds.  The EAGles clap - Philly TOUCHdown.  See the inflection and stress on the 2nd syllable in the 1st structure (stress on EE in ee/ EE/ eh/ ah) and the 2nd syllable in the 2nd structure (ih/ ee/ UH/ ow/)?  I capitalized the syllable that is stressed in delivery and pronunciation.  Once you get the handle of primary syllable stress, the secondary syllable stresses and flow seem to follow naturally.  Anyway, hit me up on here if you're interested in rhyming, collaborating, sharing poems, or becoming a friend.

manifest destiny
counted in a cage
stolen ancestry
gifted with a plague
bought by their greed
sized up and weighed
the tougher the breed
the more that you bleed
despised for being born
tendons and sinew being torn
the corporate structure will succeed
without even a missed lunch horn
a nation that's supposedly free

""Hopes Of Emptiness""
The pot so beautiful is now shattered like a wine glass.
The paint had been worked on for years.
Now it's destroyed by fears.

The paint had been wiped by the tears she shed.
Maybe even all the promises she kept.
She could no longer keep it in her head.

And so an explosion of monsters and fears was made.
Wiping the smiles off people she had once loved.
Wiping the memories of the ones she still loved.

All of a sudden,they started acting strange.
Smiles and laughter is something they could no longer exchange.
And all of a sudden,she saw underneath the mask.

They were monsters,hiding because of a task.
"'You were just using me?"" , she asked as she tried to look at the sky.
She was promised to be able to fly.

But now, when she thinks about it all she does is silently cry.
Not to make a sound so she doesn't worry nobody.
"'I'm fine,really!"" she said as she smiled.

But underneath, monsters tortured her day by day.
All she ever wanted was for them to go away.
She held his imaginary hand,trying not to cry.

All day,she hoped someone could love her.
She wanted to be held.
But emptiness is all she ever felt.

Old one of mine that might fit the topic.