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My allegiance eternal for the I.E. stop MC's from breathin off the Inferno flames I'm designing. Nocturnal KG energizing acidic rain 2 drain oxygen levels, analyzing to smash critic's deranged with shadowboxin I'm the fucking devil. Deplete heavy amounts of hemoglobin, On the street my darkened machete release counts of molten till rappers left fucking broken, EternalOne spits as compulsive as my Krystal doses, mentally encrypt black roses approach kids with signs of severe overdoses send shockwaves of voltage meet the inhuman expulsion. KG mindset 20 gauge spectacular, bleed through cassette decks in a verbal rage the genocidal massacre, chemical igniter diminishin vitals the ambassador with English verbs, KG spits acid to extinguish mortals who deserved. Relinquish the conjuration directed at delinquents who get systematically erased in sequence out of fucking existence. Eternal One known as the prolifically gifted rap artist, rippin MC's horrifically straight lifted as I snap with the cartridge,
 
Flying ace of spades paves a way through space with black shades
And a pack of blades as accolades
Hand made by a jaded ronin
With serotonin syndrome
Who claims an omen sent em
A woman with A potent venom
To go on n' disperse the liquid to the wicked lizards
Afflicted gizzards will get the wizards to surrender their twisted blizzard
Of global destruction, the total reduction of despair will compare to the sweetest seduction to bear anywhere the abduction of innocence is reminiscent
the remnants of sinister intentions
Will be reinvisioned in dissent
Hinting a mission for the grey samurai to take
Undertakers patiently await in its wake
A fate that we face any day should take place
A case for the heroic, stoic Flying Ace

-Waffle Sock AKA Acey AKA Konjo
 
That was one hell of a back-and-forth. Beautiful.

I hate to butt in on it [genuinely], but if you're still open to hearing someone else's, here's one I wrote a while back (on codeine I believe):

Oscillatory

I used to want to feel but
Now I’m not sure that I ever didn’t,
As if somehow at this frequency
Empty is and always has been
Full.
And illusion is real -
Enough, at least, to matter.

Perspective confined to this,
My only dimension, I:
Tumultuous. Predictable. Resentful.
I can learn but
Never adapt.
See but
Not prevent
Destruction from dancing unashamed in the horizon,
Arms flailing into now.

I wanted – want (for what is time?)
To break out of phase
For you
But instead you introduced new music
Another bittersweet wave for me to assimilate,
Greater amplitudes of bliss
From which to fall.

And even if you’d known,
I mean really known,
I could hardly manage to hold it against you.
 
This is a stupid one written by a friend. I know he is on bluelight somewhere, but I forget his username. I will have to ask what it is next time he taps at my window at midnight. The minutes ran out on his phone and I can't seem to get a hold of him right now.
We used to insult the hell out of one another. I married his best friend. I am so flattered this was written for me

Mag, Mag You dirty Hag
You sleazy slimey slut
Between your thighs
green fungus dies
and worms crawl out your butt
before I'd crawl your scaley sides
or suck an infested tit
I'd drink a gallon of buzzard puke
and die screaming shit
 
This is a stupid one written by a friend. I know he is on bluelight somewhere, but I forget his username. I will have to ask what it is next time he taps at my window at midnight. The minutes ran out on his phone and I can't seem to get a hold of him right now.
We used to insult the hell out of one another. I married his best friend. I am so flattered this was written for me

Mag, Mag You dirty Hag
You sleazy slimey slut
Between your thighs
green fungus dies
and worms crawl out your butt
before I'd crawl your scaley sides
or suck an infested tit
I'd drink a gallon of buzzard puke
and die screaming shit

- how romantic

This collection of words was inspired by ^imightbecrazy's poem that reminded me of DMT:

Diamonte

I see her walking through the clouds
Shrouded in a cowl
Endowed by sacred vows
To reestablish harmony
Knowledge is her armory
Informally warning me
Of mankind's anomaly
She exudes a radiant Sapience
Her radius brazenly
emits a latent cadence, with no patience
Emblazons alien symbols in reality
Validly Exposing life's fallacy
Balancing realms with her whims
Paralyzing limbs, the gem
That's present during REM
Sleep and you will find her in your dreams
Rapid gleams from magic beams make patterns seem Logical
Saturn's rings becomes chattel
The scene you had seen is impossible
How can this be explained?...

-Waffle Sock AKA Colorado River Toad AKA Bufo
 
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I've run out of reasons to keep going, spun my funds south but my eyes keep glowing, welcome to the unknowing felt em up my nose seasons forever snowing, negative freezing repeated health beatings up my IV feedings sick designing like poison ivy when I'm fiending, psychosis dreaming oppose this ferocious walking overdosage and blood will start streaming, Ms Tina sharpened teeth like Milena Verbal marksman enter arenas packing Ninas prolifically rip like Athena, sadistically my breeze cause seizures adulterated creature with alternated weapon features intercepted your leader hellish soul eater I feed her unregistered millimeters endured the disturbed blurred diminish surge of character nerves from my Ayahuasca purge
 
I LOVE you guys.

"Stardust"

Batshit insane?
No, I'm not crazy.
Everyone else is crazy and I'm sane, baby!
Estranged maybe, Deranged lately, but it's strange how you act like you're not going through the same thing..
I've alienated phases to play with occasions,
put a title on creativeness to turn writers block into brainlessness,
could spin-cycle through the pain and shit but some stains don't erase like this..
Fuck.
I tried to break out my head again,
but security ensured me that I'll never get away with it,
like paying for shit is just a waste of our time..
but hey dawg, think that you can spare a dime?
If not, hey, it's fine,
Just don't want to become a part of this nursery rhyme, like
Jack and Jill went up a hill to find a pill or two to steal,
And all they can ask is how they tangled up in this ordeal, ya feel?
Well little grey goose,
he sat on a roof,
and chugged all the vodka to maybe forge a truce
with himself..
He's proof we're in hell,
Though that idea might be truthfully stale..
Whatever, we failed.
I know the sky really ain't blue,
and if this shit happens to me,
It's gonna happen to you!
So shoot for the moon,
and asphyxiate from the stardust
When nobody's left you might not even have yourself to trust,
Don't assume lust,
Cause, bitch, it's survival of the fittest,
And each and every one of us is a pawn to this kill switch.
 
Fizzuck this fashiizzit, for real this is i-it,
I been pushed to fizzar im way past my limit,
Of shit I can d-deal wit, the hand ive been dealt has been fizzucked to begin with, I tried to mistake and mizzake the b-best wi-wit i-it,
I'm done st-uttering this rap, that parts wr-wrapped up i killed it,
Thrown to the fishes, you're shark bait you chum so come get of my shi-ip,
So come here and witness, the wits i been gifted,
My rhyme comes off heavy but takes no strength to lift it,
Anyone willing to battle im ready to kill it,
Off of the dome, I whip it up sick kid, so quick you can't stick it,
Anywhere in your head, till it's dead in my skillet,
I'm cannabalic twit, i eat other rappers who step up so twisted,
Thinkin they could mess with the kid, who lights up the mic like a wick dynamite stick sick shit,
The fire n flames are too wicked, the smoke is so thick you'll suffocate as soon as you whiff it, 3 strikes that's it, your out like a light when the switch just gets flicked or a fuse gets tri-iipped,
So if you ain't wit it, i suggest you just split it, unless you can spit slicker than a faggots ass when he's getting fizzucked in i-it,
Ok now that im finished, bitch to the dishes,
I could go all day, now im bored of this so im callin it quits pricks.

-HOOD

(different style, trying new things)
 
I'm gonna try a verse with using the same syllables in every word without losing sentence structure 100% like every word will rhyme... I'm gonna attempt at least lol EVERY WORD
 
^ nice..
gonna be hard tho, compound syllables with every word rhyming.
you definitely have the vocab to do it tho.
mine would be too short.
 
Just a little poem I wrote:
WINNING AT LOSING

It started when he cheated, played it off like she won't believe it,
Than tables got turned and she plotted to ruin him and achieved it, his love she didn't need it,
He regretted all the things he'd done, he begged cried screamed and pleaded,
She forgave him at last or at least made it seem it, the future he could foresee it,
Played himself to believe he could beat it, but he couldn't.. In the end he knew he was being deceived n did nothing let it proceed,
The man who was once so manipulative, was then manipulated more than a tenfold of the shit that he had did,
She broke him down to pieces, now it was she who was cheating, he would've been a hypocrite to say anything cuz the fact of his past actions he'd be eating,
From there it just turned ugly, yelling fighting screaming shoving,
He was confused cuz whilst doing this it was she whom he was loving,
Finally came to an end, when the road and rules began to bend,
He snapped one night and got himeelf ending up in the pen, from then on there was nothing the two to each other could have been, both would be insane to get together again,
The hurt didn't stop there, for both its still too real, for years they've been apart but the pain they still can feel,
They hardly speak because it's each other that they fear,
Put together they're more unstable than something nuclear,
They drifted far apart, for her she got a new start, but he dwelled in the past too long over a broken heart,
His thoughts became dark,
At sometimes even darker,
He'd walk around with force strong and present like a Skywalkers,
He joined the dark side, his soul he had sold, now here he sits twenty five years fuckin old,
Mental problems that he brought on all to himself, last thing he wanted was health or especially wealth, all he sold it for was a way to express himself..
So that is it, now he has the ability to play with words, wins rap battles easy straight off the head in a surge,
But lost everything he cared for and everything he knew,
He refuses to be played now but the final outcome is that he is the one who ended up screwed.


-HOOD
 
Spare me the hassle
Take this axe
Youll Escort this gentleman from the castle
Bedazzled like a polar bear staring at a solar glare
From the other side of the ocean where it gets much colder their
Icy veins are slightly stained with tracks from IV 'caine and heroine, the almighty bane.
A Grain of sand seeps through the hourglass an hour pass 7
8 9 millimeter rounds sweep through 10 men when devoured by Mac 11
12 gauge slugs full of rage kicks like Johnny Cage to put you on the front page covered in beige plasma
Heartless Lunatics stand over your carcass in the darkness
Breathing hard like asthma
Attacks lungs
Black tongues whisper in the shadows like Vietcong
Or young Kim Jung Un,
Damn that - Forget the napalm. Bring the bong. Im here via slum. Stay calm, Misses Vietnam
I'm against war
Which is dumb
I just wanna eat fungus
Bang hot chicks
And own a farm that's humongus

-WS AKA Che AKA S Dot Shark
 
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