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Post your rhymes, free-form poems, ANYTHING! :)

"I will rejoice in you my Lord.
I'll joy in the God of my salvation.
I will rejoice in you my Lord.
My God, my strength, and my song," (Yet Will I Praise Thee, My Refuge, Kent Henry).
 
I was thinking, and I could be wrong about this, but it seems to me that, once Christ returns, raptures the remnant, and wrecks this world(something about 'rolling it up like a scroll, elements melting and dissolving'), then, those that have the power of eternal life given by the grace of Jesus Christ to those that humble themselves before the LORD God Almighty will, and this is the amazing part, watch as Christ creates the new heavens and the new earth(think about that, what a big wow), in which only righteousness(love, peace, joy, gentleness, kindness, humility, and other good stuff)dwells.
 
"O mighty cross, my soul's release.
The stripes he bore have brought me peace.
His sacrifice on Calvary has made the mighty cross
The tree of life to me," (O Mighty Cross, Firm Foundation, John Chisum).
 
Troubadour, absolutely no disrespect to your beliefs, but please stick to the topic at hand, which is poetry (and rap), not religious beliefs. If your poems have religious themes, or facets, that's completely fine, but please don't cause others posts to not be seen by spamming a good thread with irrelevant stuff.
 
Some crap bars :)

Flow so fire, melt the polar ice caps
Listen to my voice and get caught in my mind trap
Scramble your brain lyrically, fearless, empirically sound,
nearly a god, reaping the souls that are near me, Astounding
With the pen and paper, I cause the great philosophers to ponder
Frankly divine, crafted this rhyme like Frankenstein's monster
What have I done? Aside from find peasants to conquer
As the zombies wander, my mind is honestly fonder of sovereignty over yonder as the beat softens till it goes sinister, somber
I heard the bell,
Words not deserved in this mortal realm,
If time will tell, I'd stop the snitch by casting a spell
Frozen in moments when my bars go deeper than the ocean
coastin on foes that have the notion, their flow don't sound like a rodent
The quotient of this corrosion led to your endless devotion, and how-
cause I'm overthrowin thrones, know I'm the real heir to the crown
I rap creative, frustrated, and you sayin you hate it
Cause your skills are the same as if you copied, cut and pasted
I rhyme so sick, CDC claimin they need to vaccinate it
Aiming to intoxicate the world, I think I gotta stay patient
Cause as of now, it's complicated cause I'm my own mental patient
 
I was under the impression that this was the "ANYTHING" Thread.

Also, I appreciate the kind consideration that you used to communicate. :)
 
Well, on second thought, after seeing that you are the op, and therefore your intent of the word "ANYTHING" must not extend to prose, or observations, I will stop.(Previously, before discovering that you were the op, I was operating on the assumption that the op's intent of "anything" took the widest sense of the word.)

I apologize for any offense or confusion I may have caused. :)
 
Sorry when I get to Spun my rhyme scheme misses and breaks out of nowhere during the writing session Lol^°^
 
A few hours used to take away the pain, all the emotions you feel. Even the pleasant ones, make everything neutral, like nothing exists, you don't even exist. Then take that black void and add some colour, some memories, some hopes and dreams. Add the things you've done and wished you've seen. Fill in all the space, light up the room, keep going, it's going, to...... explode!.... Everything is lost, memories and dreams burned to ash, wasted, another use of destruction's love, enchantingly cursing. Yet another world gone. Yet another taken over, invaded by this parasite that multiplies when I try to tell it that I'm right. It holds me still, and tells me it's chill, it's all good we can share the same brain, but this guy is freakin' me out! Every day he screams and shouts that he wants more, more, more! What's the score gonna be? When this monster completely engulfs me and feeds off those ashes of my burnt hopes and dreams, and everything that I like....and love, yeah maybe I do love things, that's right tough guy! They say love will overcome all war, I know you want to prove that wrong and have me tied here wondering why I can't feel emotions the way most other people do.. It's because of you. You destroyed me, from the inside, slowly out, an infestation of thoughts I hated. A putrid beast with my face painted right on it. I know you aren't me, and we'll see. I'll defeat your evil teases and greed. Fuck you, you're nothing but a tick, a leech, right in my bloodstream. You're combined, entwined with my DNA, it's so hard to stay away from you. You said we were stuck like glue, best friends forever through all our endeavours and adventures. I should have known you to be so clever. But it's time to step down. I'm the owner of this situation and every action in it. You have no control over my actions.... but every time I seem to say that, you laugh and we look back to all the burnt ashes of what was and could'vs. It really makes me sad, super sad that we had such great times that I have to try hard to think aren't that bad because you know, things could have been worse..... things could have been a lot worse. I suppose you're my curse, and I've gotta learn to love ya, but if you're gonna be my curse teach me what it is to truly love. You hide me from the outside, always staying sheltered in. It's comfortable staying where everything is familiar and that's why we've known eachother for so long.. It's always been this way. I'm afraid we have to part ways though, my friend............my friend. How can I leave you if you are my friend? Don't do this to me I know this is one of your tactics to make me stay alongside your sleazy part of my psyche. I know you're here for lifee, but I gotta fight for what I think is right. Even though I don't necessarily believe in right or wrong, your presence just makes me unwell, sick, emotionally and physically which must mean somthing, it can't be a joke. You masquerade has fooled me one too many times and I really feel it's time for you to die.. Die, you wormy motherfucker... die.
 
I took a week off and then started up again.

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We were never chosen,
and yet,
like cracks in the cement,
sprouted;

In the interim.

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In the moments,
between moments;

Where time ceases to exist;

Even drawing
a single breath
becomes an epic occasion;

A relative slowing
of the heart's beat
reverberating
through fingertips;

Coursing back through and into
the engine of existence;

The thoracic cavity;

Oxygenated and re-distributed,
entirely un-aided,
and yet completely dependant
upon mind
evolved
from body.

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Street sweepers
followed by garbage trucks;
Spick and span.

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There was a moment,
when it hit me;

The sheer form that I had become;

Neither demon,
nor monster;

Neither hero,
nor liege

I had simply come to be,
like every other living thing:

An organism;

A brand new colony;

And mind was granted its domain,
and body allowed its sovereign right,
and I was no longer two parts;

I was no longer incomplete;

For to live without as within,
and above as below,
granted me
democracy.

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The settler's rite:
"As slaves we pined!"

A land worked o'er,
and under the ground;

These men made callous
o'er a fertile plot;

“‘Twas not our fault!”
Exclaimed as chaff;

Like valleys o'errun
by the sierra’s flood

Bellies full of rotgut;
Pockets lined with lead;

The best dogs run rampant,
without masters left to heed;

Throngs of men hardly differ,
if only in taunt and tease.

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Finding friendly words to say:
Conversation and small talk;

You never know just what you have,
until you know just what you've lost;

There were days I broke my back
by standing up too tall;

And nights alone in contemplation
of the coming fall.

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Love is not
an achievement;

Nor potent
ejaculation;

It is not the passion
on another’s lips;

Nor the searing gaze
from a seductive mate;

It is the soft embrace
of a bedsheet,
on a cool autumn evening;

Shedding tears,
alone,
into a pillow;

Hoping that one day
someday
will be
tomorrow.

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c2016 Jacob Michael Peter Welch
 
Did you write this? ^ Very moving either way. Good writing, much talent.
 
Cosmically Alone Under a Western Sky

White lights are blinding,
under a western sky,
pants ripped in all the wrong places,
shoe laces long gone,
because I needed a tie.

screams can be heard, echoing in my head,
through a concrete jungle unknown.
imagined or true, I thought I knew the voice,
and so I stopped to care,
cash enters my hand, it's been a while.

Across the street I watch Simian beasts,
Crawl slowly up the rubbery backs of their slave-children,
Sweat drips.
Fire erupts into flame on their pink hides.
Like paper, they crumple and fall into themselves,
Blackened and billowing in smoke.

crude card board,
piss stained concrete,
wrappers and half eaten granola bars,
'lik ma pussy' is scrawled on the wall;
I grimace at the tastelessness of it all.
It's spelled 'L I C K', moron.

paper falling out from windows,
paper falling from an eastern sky,
Concrete giants bursting into flame,
crumble to the ground.

people falling, giants falling,
it's a horrible thing when you're 12.
It's a horrible thing when you're 27 too.
Now that you see how the world really bleeds for you.

I carry my cross for all the cars to see,
blood drips from my stigma,
and from both sides of my groin scar tissue thickened,
and conjoined,
into a single intertwined rope of calcified tissue,
that ran up and up and up,
choking a blackened heart.
suffocating blackened lungs.

break dust,
nose crust
strike a match,
watch me burst into flames.
eye whoring the drivers.

cosmically alone,
under a freeway,
under a western sky.

They eye fuck the hell out of that light,
red, red, red, red, red,
5,
4,
3,
2,
1,
GREEN
colored relief,
but not for me.
Never for me.
I'm color blind anyway.

I carry my sign for thousands to see,
I carry a cross for a million to ignore.
Spray me with water,
feed my flames.
I crucify myself every god damned day,
just so I can sin again, and again and again.​

If anyone can help me make this better it'd be cool, I have a kind of mild dyslexia and my grammar isn't very good in general, but I like to give my hand at writing every once in a while since I love to read so much.
 
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Take away the agony with a pin-point tragedy,
aimed directly for the blood I bleed,
feeding off of my hedonistic greed.
It's draining me,
enslaving me,
I can't seem to escape the ever-so lovely dream,
I've been deemed to repeat for eternity.
Ripping the skin for a slight sin,
artificial happiness comes within.
Swimming in the sea of a tainted bloodstream,
I fight to be free from a river that's planning to drown me.~
 
Justification

These are the things of which we do not speak,
those heavy, disheartened masses that sit behind your eyes,
tug at the corners of my smile.
They are the words we do not say,
the lonely syllables that are relegated to that dark,
unconquered part of our consciousness.

These are the endearments we do not share,
lost in years of empty sentences,
vacant embraces.
They are the promises we do not keep,
never meant in the first place,
too late to take back now.

These are the memories on which we do not linger,
stopped making altogether,
forgot to sentimentalize.
They are the feelings we no longer have,
packed away in narrow boxes,
left to gather dust in the unbreachable space between us.

These are the times we realize it wasn't worth it,
can't ever be salvaged,
nothing left for which to stay.

Yet still we remain,
clawing at each other to find them again,
and knowing that we never will.
 
You guys have bars on bars on subsequent bars. Awesome.

Thing I wrote at school
-
ancestry, ascending from ashes of ample apathy
asymmetric symptomatic situations assessed to be
unassessable, unattainable through means
justified to an end by methods that some deemed
contemptible, preventable by expending the cavalry
says the general who sees no person in a casualty
chemical warfare, take lives but lose none of your own
corrosion coexists with this corruption as a whole
Kill without bloodshed, no forensic on the soul
Clandestine coalitions portray impressions of control
clothed in cloaks of superstition, as the conspiracy unfolds
Held captive to watch the cataclysm
cadavers turn to apparitions
anarchist metabolism
breaking down, processed attrition
barbaric philosophies lie in tandem with the pacifism
peacemakers stay violent
hoping to silence the resistance
as if everything could settle down
after what transpired in the distance
as if existence
is nothing but mere algorithms
and your hopes and dreams
are boiled down to puppetry and animism
As if
And so we keep relationships at bay and redistribute all our trust
But if you listen close, you can hear society decay to dust.
 
^ Great use of rhythm. I could almost hear it being read aloud and really enjoyed the cadence. Thanks for sharing!
 
So far, it's been a productive year.

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In the chieftain’s arsenal,
quivered, the tribal chant:

Ownership of resource amounts
to the very ownership of man;

Dominion awarded by violence
is harsh as a lone rifle’s crack;

To the victor goes the spoils,
upon the people’s backs.

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It’s easy to romanticize,
to fantasize,
to intimate;

But to demonstrate;

To be the one
out on that limb,
testing;

Spitting into the source,
just to see
if electricity flows upstream;

Oh;

Now that’s a different story;

Because, you see:

It’s easy to romanticize,
to fantasize,
to intimate;

Until the details become too intimate…

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I am already dead;

And in this knowledge,
I find my peace:

This is, without a shred of doubt,
the only truth I will ever know;

The mere presence
of my perception,
being observed
by my own ego,
on a linear timeline
is all the evidence
I will ever need.

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The very nature
of the passion I feel
is ephemeral,
fleeting;

A translucent longing;

Like watching a silhouette
through frosted glass;

Never satisfied
by a single being,
only those aspects of every person
for which I have ever felt affection;

What a sick interpretation
of romance this must be;

For as soon as I admit
to myself
the one that I adore,
the desire has already passed.

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I will never get married,
I will never have kids,
I will never find a companion,
and I won’t have many friends;

I’ll be a bit unhappy,
But lie most of the time;
I guess that’s just what life is like
when you learn to cross the line;

I’ll always be a stranger
stuck in an unknown land;
I’ll often be dishonest
in matters signed by hand;

I’ll be all around you
and it won’t be very pretty,
but if you know for what you’re looking,
then it won’t be quite so shitty.

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Stains and scars;

A lifetime lived in the dark;

These four walls holding me up,
holding me in;

The shutter closed;

Another smile captured
and kept for the stores,
of a lonely heart;

Projections;

Upon the smokescreen,
dissipating;

Molecules
unbound and recycled:

Again and again.

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Pushing you away
was all that I could do
to save you;

I’d be lying if I said
that there were nights
I did not regret

the last words shared,

but it comforts me
to know that we
are both better off,

in spite of pain
and misplaced wrath;

The lover scorned,
now the lover past;

Drink with me
from this cup of tears;

The last words shared,

forgotten,

over these long years.

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The older that I get,
the easier it is to see:

Wherever I lay my head
is where you lay with me.

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c2016 Jacob Michael Peter Welch​
 
Playing with our love
Like petals on a plucked flower
I'm the nothing of everything
I'll do well to keep that in mind
Twisting our bonds
Like stems on a fallen apple
Every second counts
When all you have is time
 
Your new girl friend called today,
she wanted me to tell her why I didn't stay.
I asked if she was in love with you first,
If so, I wouldn't tell the worst.

I told her to run as fast as she could,
and never look back for he's no good.
He is the devil in disguise,
as he was my great demise.

He stole my identity, I was no longer myself.
I lost my sanity, my mind wasn't itself.
He controlled everything I said or did,
He expected me to financially support him like my kid.

But he couldn't control what I ate,
In spite of him I lost too much weight.
I appeared deathly sick and I most certainly was,
My mind, body, and soul were all a bust.

I convinced myself he loved me, instead it was hate.
Before I knew it, it was far too late.
He robbed my spirit, sucked it dry,
all I could do was run and hide.

I lost everything, family and home,
even my kids,I was left to roam.
I tried so many times to find an escape,
because then, it wasn't just him I learned to hate.

He called me crazy, and I certainly was,
I became somebody even I couldn't trust.
I pulled the trigger, wow was it loud,
I was above my body floating on a cloud.

If not for him, I would still be alive,
I did escape him but it cost my life.
She called me from beyond the grave,
I pleaded with her to run the other way.
For if you don't this is your fate.
Hurry now, before it's too late.
 
Building a nest of broken twigs--
Quell these ruffled feathers to rest.
Stones become children in the morning--
Children become flowers, fruit and bread.

The LORD told me that he has just healed me of diabetes. Praise his loving and gracious name!
 
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