Submissions by Lemur_speid

So, do you party much ?
When I grow I Hope I’d know the ropes
Vexatious sirens plug in syre
Suicidal passion. Jayden’s ego had to die
Maladjusted, awkward, icon
A poignant memory my fickle heart is bleeding
Ever somersault with a pack of pain
Nothing to see on this side
Just red, dark and. Grey clouds
Was I rough to be perspicacious ? Only time would tell
Irascible rants Lord i wana sleep
When I accosted you with my pain you showed inordinate amounts of disgust and contempt
How dare I bleed from the stab wound you gave me ...

Mirror mirror
Reverse Pastiche entry for tonight’s setback
Soft confidence broken by sweat trickle
Saying easy but we doing it harder
Self efficacy needed on low bar nights like these
Pickle Rick dark humour sure to tickle a smile out of me
If these walls could talk
Last night you were here; today you are just a mist spiking misty eyes
Leveled up from Ethiopia, or leveled down?
Karma awaits the blood turned oppressor
Last nights euphoria sits caressingly upstairs
Eye bags been tickled
Figdetted with your iPhone; talked...

Another set of brain matter to fry off the motherboard.
Saw it coming from a mile; thought this somersault from this crash would levitate differently.
Earths in disgust over my ubiquitous affinity for head-on collusions.
Throbbing headache building patiently on the right side but my hope is burning quickly.
These stop starts. Life is traffic jam for the juiceless.
Twines of twisted metal ice cold from deceit pierce through.
Oil and ash dripping but the don’t mix up. Op pay up. For the waste even though this product was legit.
But this Phoenix would...

Willough’s female energy inspired
Life’s two way street
Thrown in the center of it. Out of my Will
Precipitates crank softly.
This soft sounded blitzkrieg cranks uncertainty
All these glassy-eyed automations
Consumed in consumerism
Enthralled by the fickleness
Time ticks
Another generation would be washed away soon
Another would come with glistening thoughts that they are invincible
Going through the same motions of self doubt
On how to beat the matrix
The House always wins
Your sensei in the art of...