Submissions by this_guy
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Locked Doors
Genius phrases stuck in lost thoughts and missing pages.
Feeling ancient.
Chasing time it's been misplacing all the fucks I gave, the bucks I've saved, this livings all been wasted.
But still a thought occurred to me, and once again I just can't place it, can I face it? Spending every evening faded, don't ya hate it.
But you really can't replace it.
Don't mistake it, yours to have but you can't take it; better break it.
Your brain's a better place without the darkness.
You can taste it, but still can't seem to shake it.
Overtake it.
Turn self...
Feeling ancient.
Chasing time it's been misplacing all the fucks I gave, the bucks I've saved, this livings all been wasted.
But still a thought occurred to me, and once again I just can't place it, can I face it? Spending every evening faded, don't ya hate it.
But you really can't replace it.
Don't mistake it, yours to have but you can't take it; better break it.
Your brain's a better place without the darkness.
You can taste it, but still can't seem to shake it.
Overtake it.
Turn self...
#hope
#LifeStruggles
#honesty
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Possession
I'm possessed by persistent priorities,
My words are held back like history's minorities.
I don't express equal rights anytime that I write,
Don't trust the letters whether black or white,
Wrong or right.
I bleed ink on the page deep into the night,
Sustained by the light of the moon,
The only light in my room is the light that shines from within,
Sparkle in my eyes like they're hiding my sin,
And I test the limits again.
Until the end of time,
At the end of the line,
I want my conviction read aloud in rhyme,
It's the only language that...
My words are held back like history's minorities.
I don't express equal rights anytime that I write,
Don't trust the letters whether black or white,
Wrong or right.
I bleed ink on the page deep into the night,
Sustained by the light of the moon,
The only light in my room is the light that shines from within,
Sparkle in my eyes like they're hiding my sin,
And I test the limits again.
Until the end of time,
At the end of the line,
I want my conviction read aloud in rhyme,
It's the only language that...
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Now I know my...
Alright, anxious activists amass and begin,
Breathe better, below the belt case your casket in sin,
Cautiously crave company and correction,
Damn the devils death defying deeds, you're better than him.
Everybody's ego, eagerly awaits the end,
Fuck the fraternizing, fighting family and friends,
God gave man a great gift, call it free will.
Haters always have to hate, they ain't gonna be still.
Indecisive, I guess, I infinitely inquire, easily I'm impressed,
Justice is just as jarring as death,
Killing your kin, likely leaves you with less,
More...
Breathe better, below the belt case your casket in sin,
Cautiously crave company and correction,
Damn the devils death defying deeds, you're better than him.
Everybody's ego, eagerly awaits the end,
Fuck the fraternizing, fighting family and friends,
God gave man a great gift, call it free will.
Haters always have to hate, they ain't gonna be still.
Indecisive, I guess, I infinitely inquire, easily I'm impressed,
Justice is just as jarring as death,
Killing your kin, likely leaves you with less,
More...
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Obsessively Obsessed.
Cooler than an avalanche, stoned like a rock slide,
The earth moves beneath his feet, he does not walk, instead he glides,
And everybody wants to be him,
But if they can't they want to beat him,
What they don't know is that beneath him,
Is the thing that will defeat him.
It's his pride,
And it's the source of his life,
A strong wind of change could bring an end to his light,
Snuff out the flame, bring on the darkness of night,
Surrounded by the masses, but he's out of their sight.
That thought, where he's lost the eyes of his peers,
That thought...
The earth moves beneath his feet, he does not walk, instead he glides,
And everybody wants to be him,
But if they can't they want to beat him,
What they don't know is that beneath him,
Is the thing that will defeat him.
It's his pride,
And it's the source of his life,
A strong wind of change could bring an end to his light,
Snuff out the flame, bring on the darkness of night,
Surrounded by the masses, but he's out of their sight.
That thought, where he's lost the eyes of his peers,
That thought...
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