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Who put the test in the test
I dont have the time to flex
Im back playing mental chess
The songs have an effect
Im like Radiohead
I dont think I have that it
That something
Nor do I have any skills in poetry
Wild thought
Maybe this is my masterpiece
Im out peace
 
Fresh of the Smack.
I got this itchy feeling in my back
The Monkey keeps twisting my mind
Am I gonna keep feeding him till I die?
The uncertain future is holding me back
When will I become a man and finally set me free from this crap?
 
By Jose

Traveling over the hills on the condescending backwater of inoperability

Dominated by disquietude

On the horizon, the glimpse of the darkness

The looming of the murk dismantles scintillations

The thunderous thud resounds astonishingly



The storm is approaching

The toughest one will fall

The innocence of the most candid will be piqued

The core and the virtue creep along the empty pier

Melancholic, the wind is already blowing

Sweet breath, intoxicating breeze



The messenger from hell

Taking and bringing the poor souls

Bubbles exploding in their skins

As a result of the cursed infection

That dominates the putrid spirits
 
Hi, Im Schizopath and my zodiac sign is air
Its only fair to say I can decide my own shape
I should tattoo "you were never really here" into my body
I couldnt tell you much about ptsd but I know what it feel like
It feels like an dejavu on a tabula rasa
I fear Ive finally ruined bupre for me with the heroin I did on monday
No expectations is where I try to aim at but usually fail at it badly
Nobodys currently selling any drugs here and I got loads of cash atm
So, I should continue doing what I do best
Wait
 
schizopath said:
Hi, Im Schizopath and my zodiac sign is air
Its only fair to say I can decide my own shape
I should tattoo "you were never really here" into my body
I couldnt tell you much about ptsd but I know what it feel like
It feels like an dejavu on a tabula rasa
I fear Ive finally ruined bupre for me with the heroin I did on monday
No expectations is where I try to aim at but usually fail at it badly
Nobodys currently selling any drugs here and I got loads of cash atm
So, I should continue doing what I do best
Wait
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Nice prose buddy, I'll add something later too, feeling inspired.
 
Watch out what you say
Cause somedays you get it wrong anyway
Its not douche its touche
Bring me them biscuits
Pink flesh in disguise
Life is just an out of body experience
But youre stuck in your body
 
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Even though I'm clean at the moment
I long for those days chasing that enchanment
Is it good or bad what I am thinking?
Jesus, for that shit am I really craving?
That path was just full of destruction
I am insane but of my life I want to continue this construction.
 
If forbidden fruit could talk
What do you think it would say?
Taste me and then taste me some more?
You fucking idiot dont eat me?
Aah a brave traveller, who does not feel comfort with laws?
Maybe it doesnt speak at all, but to you it speaks
Bros before hoes is exactly about that cause we are all gods
 
schizopath said:
If forbidden fruit could talk
What do you think it would say?
Taste me and then taste me some more?
You fucking idiot dont eat me?
Aah a brave traveller, who does not feel comfort with laws?
Maybe it doesnt speak at all, but to you it speaks
Bros before hoes is exactly about that cause we are all gods
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i really liked that one N. :p
 
Staring at the cloudy grey sky
I silently begin to cry
Is this what's all come down to?
What the fuck is this about though?
Barely past the acute the stage,
Anhedonia and Desidia creep in like a plague.
Drugs used to be what got me out of bed every single day
Ugly moments of hopelessness and despair.
Nowadays I just wanna laugh,sing and play
like a baby in his/her mother's arms
I long for those days so friggin' bad.
Coping with this is extremely hard.
Although something tells me it will be fine
All I want is to see your pretty smile.
Get intoxicated with poetry, virtue or wine...
 
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Push my way through the delusions
They give my story some immersion
Regularly night jizz is it perversion
Im okay with dying
Never laughing but always smiling
Thats how I know its fake
On its rightful place
There are white and black people
Then theres the completely colourless
 
Theres no salvation for me
for I keep profiling people
Second level of damnation
Think Im gonna make it trough
I cant take the wait sober
I cant wait till its all over
Somebody help me with my boner
Should make my standards lower
 
I always thought I was unable of forgiving
But maybe forgetting in forgiving
The star shaped man thinks of himself as an professional
Since Etiquettes are for beginners
The sixth layer of hell burns me
Six days a week
In six ways you see
Sick gains come from there
Benefitting my ape brain
 
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Running through the field of overdue dandelions
Not going to google that to see if they're dying or living
Not going to explain what i mean by that
Not going to write any more.
 
The flower finally blossomed
Just like my soul that Is feeling awesome
Take care of me, baby please
Por favor the beast Is about to unleash
Life Is so beautiful at the moment
I Wanna catch this particular time, there's no torment
I care for you anytime
Hold my hand AND Lets shamble for a while
Forever AND ever it's yours, my heart
I'll Never leave you, you're one of a kind
So bloody beautiful, all the fucking Time...
 
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jose ribas da silva said:
By Jose

Traveling over the hills on the condescending backwater of inoperability

Dominated by disquietude

On the horizon, the glimpse of the darkness

The looming of the murk dismantles scintillations

The thunderous thud resounds astonishingly



The storm is approaching

The toughest one will fall

The innocence of the most candid will be piqued

The core and the virtue creep along the empty pier

Melancholic, the wind is already blowing

Sweet breath, intoxicating breeze



The messenger from hell

Taking and bringing the poor souls

Bubbles exploding in their skins

As a result of the cursed infection

That dominates the putrid spirits
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I like how you try to sound clever but you Made a Lot of mistskes/said words that dont exist ,zz,,,,,:p
 
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