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~ Prodigy ~

 
Everybody hates a prodigy, detests a old head on young shoulders. - by Erasmus Desiderius


Everybody hates a prodigy
tiny morsels of tenacious properties
malfunctioning the artful bleed
of my thesis
released in pieces upon pieces
splitting the creases because my reach is
far beyond physical
my flow is comprised of raw imperial materials
like a prophecy spoken in cryptic language
escaping from a rising sun that reveals me free hanging
on a black canvas...can you imagine...

seeing the verge of destiny and trying to gain an advantage
only to really see underneath dreams damaged
I pray in fragments
of melancholy hues that are vinyl smooth
etched upon my diamond brain raining colossal pools
filling these shallow grooves
where I buried lost thoughts, hanging on old memories botched
erased in hour-glass sands
filtering through the holes of my broken heart
im less earth and more mars


Turn the lights off....

so I can re-vision the contradictions of a society gone weak
its like motion sickness when I see their addiction to fiction
played out in these streets
creating mass commotions like false instances embedded upon average intuitions
with no emotion I'll steal the ocean so I can flow infinite
my tears are depictions causing affliction like crucifixions

yet

Im nothing less than brilliant,
resilient
so one cant intimidate me
I'll jump in head first and still land on two feet
contempt with living this fuck life
but
I'll
die a poetic prodigy


Written by bossy_bout_minez
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