Poetry High Poetry

[relex_author]

Strength shared between brothers
Celebrations
Calls from the Devil
Thirteen days to give
....i hope to not have to stop time

 

[BK38]

Plagued by thoughts of bubonic,
Or was it sonic?

Waves of fear, but I’m hopeful.

Isolation, perturbed leaders, but I rely on the seeders
of Hope.

What was my station;
What was my place?
Mental masturbation.
Nation.

I might have missed my stop.
But I went nowhere,
Like a hare in the race with the turtle,
I retract into my shell.

It’s a waiting game,
But I’ve been through SARS and i’ve been through strife
And god knows in my life
I’ve lived on the edge of a knife...

Maybe we were blunted to the realities of this world, maybe we were blind to the strife,
But you don’t know what you’ve got til it’s gone…

Torn edges and red eyes on orange horizons of our lives.

Wake up.

 

[BK38]

My Mom goes harder than I ever will; I guess I got it from my momma (posted with her permission - 1 beer deep for mama):

The wild ones.

The wild ones are wandering over bicycle lanes and lines and glaring at the foe in the cars’ side mirrors. Stay close: the hard and white maze is a place to get lost, lacking scent or a legible trail.
Elders nudge their young ones, could be traps in the big white block with the glass eyes.
Quieted, they gradually turn their faces toward the block, which is making feeble and irregular wheezing sounds, like an old animal about to die and bequeath itself to a tree.
They draw back, all scenting the oxygenated air and twitching their ears.
But nothing comes their way, and hoof by muddy hoof they move forward through the illusions of straight lines.

Citizens are moving, too,
Hemmed in by unbarbed boundaries and behaviours, by orders,
Every day walking on winding pathways that were formerly judged as just time spent, or as time spent watching devices totting up counted steps taken toward nowhere,
with no accounting of elemental wilds.
But today is different. Today the blue sky feels infinitely deep and the blossom perfect enough to break a heart.

And then there was the man in his French blue jacket
Trying to figure out how to fill out the form stating for what “essential reason” he had left home
Because the only reason he could give was the truth -- that every day he goes to the cemetery to lay flowers on his beloved wife’s grave.

All this even as we leave behind our sundials and careen into unmeasured time,
Exploring how to be ourselves without mirrors, counters and untruths.

(Funny factoid: I had to explain to my Mom what a "trap" is and why this works so well for the forum)

 

[nznity]

strung out as fuck
i have nowhere to go
i'm running out of luck
i got this blurry image of ur face in my thoughts
how can i carry on without more dope?
stop the voices in my head once and for all.
I'll beg, steal or borrow, hustlin all day long.
Aren't you tired of this lifestyle of yours?
I chose this path long time ago
There's no turning back i made a pact
Stop stabbing me on the back
Relentlessly i struggle to cope
I beg you boy, stop that shit, grow up you sad fuck.

 

[BK38]

strung out as fuck
i have nowhere to go
i'm running out of luck
i got this blurry image of ur face in my thoughts
how can i carry on without more dope?
stop the voices in my head once and for all.
I'll beg, steal or borrow, hustlin all day long.
Aren't you tired of this lifestyle of yours?
I chose this path long time ago
There's no turning back i made a pact
Stop stabbing me on the back
Relentlessly i struggle to cope
I beg you boy, stop that shit, grow up you sad fuck.

Self message?

 

[nznity]

Self message?

indeed, my friend. i needed to get that shit out of my chest

 

[nznity]

@schizopath surprise me biatchhh :D

 

[Juniper Bruhmomentius]

1 Love 1 world
1 Nose 1 coke
Put it in my system like Im the manager
Without that line I wouldnt have managed
This existential freedom that allows me to do dope
Play a game for the dope thats just how I cope
I hope I can finally afford me some coke
Playing runescape all day everyday making me some dough

 

[nznity]

1 Love 1 world
1 Nose 1 coke
Put it in my system like Im the manager
Without that line I wouldnt have managed
This existential freedom that allows me to do dope
Play a game for the dope thats just how I cope
I hope I can finally afford me some coke
Playing runescape all day everyday making some dough

BRO, FUCKING LOVED ITTTT. U NAILED ITT AHHH LOVE YA NIKKOOOOOOOO

 

[nznity]

@Nicocastillo7 @supersonic89 give it a go guys, or read some AND then try it out !

 

[Juniper Bruhmomentius]

I treat myself the proper way
Not with what I want but what I deserve
Today it was bupre
Like most days
Everything makes sense because nothing makes sense
Do you feel me?

 

[nznity]

Zoned Out,
Warm and Fuzzy.
In this ethereal state I feel so bloody cozy.
On a Bubble made of Ketamine and Morphine, I'm dreaming away.
This shit is gonna burst at any given day.
Smashing,
Banging,
Slamming.
The synergy of these two beautiful drugs have my endorphins flying.
Nodland is the only place i can ever again meet up with you,
I'll do anything to feel those arms wrapped around my neck for life my boo.
Baby they say we are not meant to be together, Fuck those shitty people baby altogether.
Scratching my nose is a full time job,I don't know what i'm gonna do but i'll eventually cope.
Love is what i wanna feel and not just for a while, The most important things in life are your HEART SOUL BODY SPIRIT AND MIND.
Aye, why are you so fucking lovely?, whenever i see you i feel butterflies all round' my tummy.
I wish i could feel like this everyday, Too bad this is gonna end soon babe... Grab my hand just for a bit to play.

 

[Juniper Bruhmomentius]

That was good

 

[nznity]

That was good

That's why this is HIGH POETRY don't forget, Good Ol' Opium inspires the hell out of us

 

[Juniper Bruhmomentius]

Agreed, even bupre is good for writing as I get closer touch of my feelings and can actually feel them.

 

[nznity]

Agreed, even bupre is good for writing as I get closer touch of my feelings and can actually feel them.

don't forget we are Rapsodia BEASTS, we can write verses even without drugs

 

[Juniper Bruhmomentius]

We sure can. Never knew I was good at writing but you learn something new every year! Im happy I found writing.

 

[nznity]

We sure can. Never knew I was good at writing but you learn something new every year! Im happy I found writing.

me too broski, i learned in a year how to write prose,how to rhyme and then write verses.

 

[Juniper Bruhmomentius]

Snorting me an opi line
feels like the stars aligned
too much shit on my mind
I cant be the only of my kind
Say you goodbye with the best of wishes
If only using would give me some riches
Id be the owner of my side of ball
I give you a call lie Im the owner of China wall
Balls to walls action
Im my own fucking faction
Blame you for the attraction that creates the traction
That your aura gives to me
I have three eyes still to blind to see
that it was all me all along
I dont belong time to hit the bong

 

[Jabberwocky]

Not mine, but I'm feeling this one today;

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