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I am breathing, yet suffocating
I am swimming, yet sinking, and
the clouds they offer nothing resolute,
only passing words, spoken mute.

A.
 
Scream and scream and scream
Hold back what is real
They said
Be more transparent
So he peeled off his skin.

They said
Where did you go?
He became a tin man.
Just a carbon copy cut out
Of a person wholly true.

Without a heart, he grew cold
No empathy, no remorse -
On the brink of a soulless world
His head peeked into the void.

Where honesty,
And openness
And truth
Surely dwelt.

But who can surely find it?
Who can taste;
But not devour?
When we stand on solid towers;
It's in our nature to knock them down.
 
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Thousands of angry eyes
Why are they angry at me
What did I do
What have I done
Everything?
Or nothing?
I just want it to be like that first time again
They know it never will
But do I?
Will my efforts be thwarted by YOU?
Certainly not.
Here in the worst, I will become the best of them all.
 
lifes a bitch but she raisin' my kids
shes a pure heroine, harder than beige bricks
throws on rabbit ears and swears shes a actress
every night drop her off where she dances
cheek kisses, said get out the bad predicament
before she disappears like Zoltar in Big
 
end of story
jason vorhees in the place to be
marc andre fleury, the world aint got nothing for me
life expectancy mayan, rockin shark attack scars
corazon hit the hookah to the music of the sitar

testing my pain level, no longer afraid
my faith in my fate, testing the games threshold
don't fake, ain't nothing special
20 side of Pareto
entertain offers on my soul from the devil

spit like it was written, over ones and twos
pitching thoughts, poetry is get rich soon
never act in a passion make it happen
matterfact even the matrix is a pattern
momentum is magic
create a force through an action
begin
 
Black and white photos of anorexic models smoking on tumblr

When poetry is written
With a tear in the eye
Dripping onto a drunken page
Of prose, permitting vulnerability;
Beyond vanity, it finds its vein.

To pulse with no pretence
Down the drain of plausability;
Where anything is real,
And nothing hazards to hinder

The poets drunken tears
Cutting through all cries with care
To caress a needy soul
And calm the crashing waves.
 
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Ultraviolet light

oh no
seven?nine?
eleven?
seems i've lost track
but it feels like heaven

Feeling spacey
kinda crazy
feeling kinda hazy
from last night
pretty lazy
turn off the light
pretty lady
she was looking so tight
but seeming kinda shady
despite
last night
I want to take flight
tonight
so I can feel delight
starting to excite
feeling more lit then an ultraviolet light.
 
Manning a table
at some hobby show,
I'm willing and able
for a lil' dough.
Customers are rude,
but I couldn't care less.
I get free food,
so to them I say, "God bless!"
 
Oh,
Steal me away to the
Repose of memory,
Where the brush of soft winds
Whisper meaning through the
Chill hush of the morning due
 
Check my rhyme skillz

Yo, yo. Micaphone check 1 2.

they said I cant be a hippie, I'm not hip enough
they said I was always quiet, and, I'm still not hip enough
they said that I couldn't boogie, couldn't dance and couldn't stomp
they said I was looking breathless, smoking bongs I couldn't romp
they said I looked like a sissy, homo, weak of wiry stature
they said sometimes I look homeless, waiting for the holy rapture!

...So I said;
I can boogie, I can spin
I can do a two-step fine
I can tango, I can dougie,
I can drink a whole red wine
I can smoke cones, like snowcones,
while taking a shit, and getting great head
So better stop talking that shit about me man
Or your grandma
Just might end up dead.

SHOUTOUT TO TRENT HARWOOD, MY DUDE LANKDAWG, THE HOES WHO KNOW IM DOWN WITH DEM, MY MAIN MAN CRAZY UNCLE M. ZINNY, SKATE PUNK JIMMY K, ALL THE DUDES IN THE STRUGGLE AND MY HOMIES IN THE TRAP. WORD
 
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infectedmushroom said:
^ Dis, I like
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Thank you so much - its actually the first stanza I've written in about a year. I'm going to develop it into a larger piece over the next month or so, and when its done I'll post it here in 'Words' - hopefully you like the finished piece. This is very typical of my style so if you like this you probably will like the completed poem anyway I'd imagine. Thanks again, it's brightened up my mood hugely to see that someone likes what I've written.
 
wandering today about life
where is dingo
the shrubs right around the side of the garage near the red brick in the small pot
they are bursting with puss
bursting with life
or what once was
die
 
endlessnameless said:
Thank you so much - its actually the first stanza I've written in about a year. I'm going to develop it into a larger piece over the next month or so, and when its done I'll post it here in 'Words' - hopefully you like the finished piece. This is very typical of my style so if you like this you probably will like the completed poem anyway I'd imagine. Thanks again, it's brightened up my mood hugely to see that someone likes what I've written.
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I like your style a lot, I look forward to reading more. :)
 
You need to relax
your life is a lie
ignoring the facts
just let go and die

No one will save you
just off yourself now
cut those wrists open
it's better, I vow

Your head in the oven
the gas turned up high
choking and coughing
this is your goodbye
 
Today I had an interesting time. I did not try to do anything. Nothing as always. Accomplishing everything. Transcending all.

Flowers bloom. Then Fall. I rise. I bawl.

When things break. They break.

Open eyes. Open eyes. Open eyes.

Home is near me. Existence is far.

Far nearer

Far fever

When did it go? I know. It went!

How much we achieve when we plan to achieve nothing at all

An experiement. A necessary one. I tell you. Or you tell me.

The winds of time. I despise thee.

Let me be!
 
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The remnants of a thought echo through a space in my mind -
A chasm where words get trapped as they whistle and strain, trying to make sense of themselves.
Suffocating in an infinite pipe with no exit,
They lose their identity.
The thought is nothing more than smoke now, unrecognisable as it is eaten by the heavy air.
Like driftwood in a rapid, I must cling to it. Grasp for recollection as it cascades into the frosted depth.
The pressure roars.
Can you hear it?
This space, it comes between us.
We are two lone cells, separated by a long, vacant synapse.
Waiting for a message, our ears pressed to the wall of the silent corridor, where sounds are swallowed like tiny insects in a vortex.
The words are devoured in their infancy, like miscarried fragments that weren't meant to exist.
 
shit i licked the toad, bubbles floated
the microphone exploded, im on some pretty tune hot
room melted, every rhyme shine, i think i got shot
back in the spot , now its dusty in the room
feelin like mushrooms, painted on a cartoon
 
born in perfect ignorance. constant acceptance finally broke grace and life divided into three. the beginning of no return. the exterior will never relate to the interior and the third eye is nothing, being torn in both directions. an impossible balancing act. we can't transfer experience to each other, we never truly know anyone else. miming to each other a foreign language. relate is all we ever do. I searched your heart one freezing morning and learnt your pain. I dreamed your pain into materiality, until dreaming was all I wanted to do. I followed in cycles downward attempting to seek the truth, I would come back to the surface with answers but instead I drowned. now I dream for two in the absence of you. all paths blocked, all moves only half true.
 
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