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Dillon Lake
Open Sky
Stars Burn
Viewed From afar
Look miniscual
Together however
Form Constellations
That Have awed Humanity
For eons
Under The Same Sky
The first man was born
Under The same stars
The first Civilization was built Under The Same Constellations
I sit alone
Drowning my sorrows In a bottle Viewed from afar
My Choices are victimless Together forming a life of regret
& missed oppurtunities
under the same sky.
 
This is the first time I have written anything in over 5 years..so bare with me.


The ghostly caress of a kiss on my neck.
Remembering tender moments
I'd rather forget. Instead of white picket fences,
we get metal bars and cages.
No wedding bells. Just the slamming cells.
The fading echoes of better days. Regret so thick
I choke on its haze. The clock slows to a crawl
while your shadows on my wall haunt me.
The next thirteen years,
I'll never smile the same.
2/21 Freestyle

I'm harangued by the thoughts constantly upside my head,
Better off dead, I was infected by the reality I would never end: sleep in bed,
Yet, Yeti's underscored George Lucas' ridiculously motherfucking off-putting hair-piece,
Headed to no-man's land, wearing down Steven Spielberg's utmost suffocation of yon patience,
I got that, specifically, hotness, locked in, like Ray Rice eventually will be I bet,
And all due to domestic violence - Dog, if you ticked off, just get high and write shit!
It works, I promise!
But fuck it, all y'all got me shitting my drawers,
While you look beyond, my inner elaborates on Pythagoras and CP3,
Because, Bud-light in my blood wouldn't stop the perfection of throwing out obscure references, like when the General Steele of the B.C.C. made a tape about mediation,
Realistically though, I'm just about the booty,
Fat buttocks with car oil injections, yea, I'm riding balls deep, g,
Damn, can I get an ego drop?
Hopped up off of American barley, I think it's time to coalesce and rise to the Drake influenced conception of a top,
Man, I'm too intrinsic, flicking off triplicates like they aren't even attached to my sarcastic sense of rhythm,
Clarinet players, I'm talking to you, flautists intrude, and oboists look mighty shit-sipping weird,
The League is my favorite show, and my flow originated here,
Where is the typical answer, that's how I question mentioning Jeopardy.

Aye both of you guys have a gift you guys have a talent! That poem is very creative and has great style. And that freestyle is so sick & dope bro!
 
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Look me deep in my eyes, my soul, my heart I got so much pain.
So much pain that is said with an everlasting breathe.
Twisting thoughts, negative shit, past memories roaming through my head.
Demons induced that take over my brain.
Saying and telling me to do some wicked shit.
Clocked back the shotgun and aimed it at my head saying wouldn't it be better if I just blew my fucking brains?
Hey, look at me. Without a smile.
Developed trust issues from my mothers departure, I'm furious in the inside for the fact that my baby brother grew up without a father.
Rigamortis left me lifeless without any shame.
Even if I chose the easy way.
Give credit were it's due.
I paint my face with the blues.
The pain in my tunes.
I'm a good for nothing is all I've ever heard maybe it's the truth.
Like a broken record that's stuck on replay that became true.
The life i live is fast with the consequences of too much to loose.
Homies that i grew up with guns that kill & shoot leave holes from bullets why didn't they react quick enough too move?
Did their eyes open up to the idiotic truth?
Suicide thoughts, the truth chokes me like a rope tied around my neck with a tight noose.
Dogs bark for food, Dogs chase for bones.
Pitch black, no souls, I'm all alone.
We make babies, we take lives.
We're not God so tell me if we do we do right?
Blackness governs the bright light.
Seen so much in so little time.
Dying inside, faking a smile for the outside.
Nobody gets me, they criticize me, shown to be casted as an outcast.
Bottled up pain from memories of my past.
Heavens waiting list perfections line I'd be numbered as last in the back.
Drug addiction.
Relapsing sucking the glass dick too much.
Rehab & counseling couldn't help me to be exact.
What ever goes up must come down suicidal thoughts have me past relaxed.
My momma grew up in Compton she witnessed the crack cocaine epidemic era first hand.
ADHD was the only thing she passed down.
Withdrawal symptoms disturb my realities late night dreams.
Can't eat.
Can't think.
Can't breathe.
Can't sleep.
Can't live.
You can catch me smiling.
You can catch me laughing.
Fronting for the fact, putting up an act, the act that I'm lying.
Tattoos inked on my body loudly.
Red bandanna banging representing proudly.
Shotguns, AK 47's & Hand guns begin dropping bodies.
If I die I want you to sing about me. Just sing about me.
Hear me out.
Couldn't ignore me even if you wanted for the fact that I'm speaking out loudly.
A good for nothing thug with a demons body.
Angels embody my foul body.
I'm feeling trapped.
Suicide, I'm about to blow up.
C4 bombs on my chest strapped.
My chest is feeling heavy.
My pain keeps weighing on me.
Stripes that only I could earn.
My soul turns and yearns.
I miss my older brother.
The most important person in my life that's on top of my bearing father.
I'm climbing the steps of life's latter.
Now I'm just babbling worthless chatter.
Switching lives I would rather but another persons life I would never wish to shatter.
God just looks the other way turns his head with a slight grim and an evil laughter.
Living life doesn't even matter if I'm eating from an empty platter.
I picked up the gun and clocked it back aimed it at my head and said bye bye.
One shot to end my miserable life.
Remember just sing about me.
I just want you to sing about me......
Just..... Sing about me.......
Word for word.
Read my story.
Sing it to friend's and foes and foreign countries.
This is my life.
My story.
I'll say it proudly.
I'll say it loudly.
Bye.
 
Hiya,

I have produced a poem which I have put onto my blog. I am not posting it here as I'm not sure if it's against the rules to put duplicate information. So if anyone would like to look it's on blogs. I'll try writing a little verse now but I'm in a bit of a hurry so it'll not be very good.

That Deceptive, Deep, Dark Hole

As I took the drugs,
I waited for the usually warm hugs
Instead I was swept into an invisible black hole,
It swept over me like a cancer, starting as a small mole

Deeper and deeper, I would slip,
Harder and harder, it clung to me with its strong grip,
Unknown the me the devil was getting very near,
Sneering as it whispered; Oh yes I'm your addiction, I am here

Brainwashed feeling to the world I did not care,
Watching my finances, friends, my soul slip away, I did not yet despair
From the desperation and withdrawal I would feel emotionally sore,
As the addiction whispered; I'll make you better, you need me more and more

What once meant so very much,
I no longer wanted to touch
As I was more and more swayed,
The devil kept deceiving and, with me, it stayed,

With me was my angelic enemy
Deceiving me; that sinking hole I could not yet see
To the world I could not help and give;
As it casting me down, down, down and further and further away from being positive

Evey - 23/02/2014

As I said a load of rubbish, but have to run out the door. I'll read all these lovely writings later.

Love n respect to you all,
Evey xxxx


Nice stuff Evey!
What this piece lacked in finesse it more then made up for in honesty.
Honesty is a quality thats sometimes over-looked when people get into writing . We get hung up on clever writing tricks and lose that relation to the reader.

Your piece didnt have that problem, it felt real and honest.
The end of the second verse, when you talked about your addiction and how it whispersed to you was brilliant.
It almost gave your addiction a sinister personality of its own!lol.
 
Sicker than, Walter White - 6 seasons in
Just wanna enjoy the spice of life, and the seasonings

ain't nothing special in this COLD WORLD stress just testing my pain level
no longer afraid to tempt fate, testing the game's threshold

testing How Much for my soul to the Devil?, just make it do what it do
spit like it was written, over ones and twos, poetry is get rich soon

moving from state to state quick like bundles of beige bricks
i used to love Hip Hop now im sociopathic

i need to stop fuckin with these barbiturates tomorrow im gonna quit
i don't even know... if i took 3 or 4 .....probably take 3 more
 
Since no one posts in my battle thread, i guess that ill just rap here instead,
Nuts, bolts, and screws loose rattle in my fuckin head,
I respect Omni cuz hes got all the sick similes metaphors, those that i couldn't think of,
Not because i lack that the simple mental capacity force, just in school of course i skipped that course, and i didn't take and wont sing a chorus,
Or a hook to save my fuckin life, but im gonna keep practicing till i got it right,
Cuz for now I just got mega split syllables, that'll kill your mind slow and smoothly,
Guess im just a slick quick criminal,
Fuck a subliminal, i should call an audible,
If we could pass the torch, back and forth, n keep catchin it we'd be unstoppable,
I just call the play like i see it, this shits just a game,
It aint the same if you cant see it the way i see it, thats just a shame,
4 bars to go for a 16 line verse, thats in real terms,
Not xanny pills and lines of dope, that'll make you sleep in a hearse,
I got a death car, truck and a fuckin motorbike, they'll make you eat their dust, since they travel at speed much over light,
I rhyme double time, flow so fast most people cant touch it,
But i bet you can, lets team up and take the rap game and butt fuck it.
 
Time to post another rhyme, just to clear my mind n let these brain gears grind,
Ill boast some other time, bout how clear my mind can be and see when blinded,
Like neo in the matrix, i am the one, but also two and three, i play tricks, dont pay tricks,
Bust the rhymes in the basics, but face it butt face, i cant believe i do this like butter,
Cuz im on a roll, the yeast kind not molly who i cant seem to find, she's capped in a capsule,
Like princess peach in bowsers castle, mario n luigi couldn't save her to save their own f'n assholes,
Guess thats why they're plumbers, they're buddy bummers, who like to clean each others pipes drains and gutters,
I donno where im goin with this freestyle, there's no point to it, but to read my flow, no need to keystyle yo,
Been free for a while, but there still ain't no takers, even though there's no charge, ill write raps for yall haters,
Go ahead and steal em, let me hear my shit on your mixtapes, i dont give a fuck, shit i can right words like switchblades,
Imma end this now, i know there's no right to the point to this rappin, other than to prove that im a white rhymin lunatic typin this while im crappin,
Just shit all on this keyboard, now please lord, forgive me for my insanity, and pass me a roll of TP, when i ask for it, not before,
Thats an acronym for toilet paper, and please make it 3 ply, 2 or 1 wont cut it, now wipe my but and then flush it,
Fuck this im out, my brains fuckin fried, again, dont know what the hell this is bout, but im just too tired,
Like on a rim, low profile too, ok.. leaving the bathroom, this rap was worse than my poo,
Which by the way was pretty shitty, time to stop the gears grindin, for rhymin today i quittie.

lol.. i donno what i was thinking when i wrote that, im really just a battle rapper and need someone to diss in order to focus on a target. Otherwise my mind wonders as you can tell.
hope it entertained you. :D
 
Imma attempt to do poetry here once more, gonna die rhymin and then be reborn,
As a dog backwards, you?, you just have your head up your ass,
When you come back you’re gonna remember your past,
A lyrical ass and mind whippin like being whipped with a mind binding towel, straight to the brain as is perceives some things foul,
Just as if it scrambles and reverses letters, that have influential powers,
After i pass out subliminals as your mind reads, know you're being deceived, you’re now being hypnotized, just please believe,
If you look to close you might just miss it, so stand back people, if you try to kick my ass you’ll need to make it better as in kiss it,
Truth is, if you dont reform you’ll be born lived backwards, the proof is in this as its written you see this but you speed right passed towards,
Something you missed, so slow down a bit, as pissed you might get, you might like it at first, the power of enlightenment,
But most cant handle knowing some things and get frightened by it,
Some will end themselves, but some will overcome, some will bend themselves pass the gift off to one,
I told you the last typed freestyle the one is me, and i can handle it, but don’t be scared of me,
Knowledge of how minds work isnt like any type of chemistry, more like a puzzle if you will, kinda a pattern some will get pleasure from this skill,
While some kill and scatter, brain matter is kinda like something that can be re-written,
Like reformatting a hard drive in your computer for a new operating system,
With the things i said at the beginning of this, you’ll forget the lies you've been told and live in bliss,
Truth you will speak or forever you’ll burn, lived backwards indeed now reverse the word,
I write my words in blood, you write in ink, or type them out so you have time to think,
Poetry rhymes rhythm movies books and beats are here to entertain so to speak,
Things that entertain tend to influence the brain, So watch what you see and be careful of what you hear and practice what you preach,
Also be very careful what you wish for, like in go fish, you go again if you got what you wished for,
Now as i count down from 3 notice im not rapping, just influencing you trying to entertain without you flinching,
If you think this is a joke read it one more time, now close your eyes and open them and you’ll see that you're blind, once your open them you’re truly awake, Heres your 2nd chance, dont make a mistake, now here’s a risk you can take, lifes a game and there’s only one winning move you can make,
DONT MAKE 1.

Brainwashing pointless poetry?
;) :p %) =D

-HOOD
 
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I just like rhymin as an emotional outlet,
Just wish i had someone motivational to rhyme and share the compassion about it as i get,
Only one person to work with me to rhyme my shit out wit...
 
Got bored a few months ago and wrote a random poemy thing. or whatever it is. turned out more like a rap verse. first time i had bothered to write one

First of all i can neither rap nor usually rhyme,
But this sort of stuff pops into my head from time to time
The irony of society has always been funny to me
A nation obsessed with material objects and money
The integrity of a nation defined by a concentration of media manipulation
Endless bad news in papers and on every tv news station
Get arrested in a pub for illegal drugs when alcohol is one of the worst
Fuck up your body, domestic violence, hurt, get raped, cry to a nurse,
Question everything, realize lies that demonize people until their own demise,
Enlightenment, internal revelations beyond limitation take you by surprise
As time mysteriously flows and flys,
What really matters, thats for you to decide
 
That's good coltDan, so true.
Alcohol is one of the worst drugs yet it's legal and illegal drugs people get arrested for it.

To you Knock

Oh I sit here and slowly begin to cry
I think of what's happen n give a long sigh,
Oh god what a shock,
No, anyone else, please not knock

Oh no, all this it seems so lame,
It's just not the same
I sit here,
Shredding tear after tear

Full of emotion, face of soaking wet,
Full of tears for a man I have never met,
I heave yet another long sigh
How could such a good person die

I may not have the best of sight,
But I know something has been lost on Bluelight
This used to seem like such a fun game,
But since Knock, well nothing is the same,

Knock, he was unique n for others he cared,
I feel honoured that on the same forum with him, I shared,
He was so unique, caring, empathic, a wondering moderator,
Instead of death, if he was living we would prefer,

To others, this may seem but a tale,
that you spent time talking to me and help me via E-mail,
Of course it's really called a PM, though you really did try,
Though others may think what I'm saying is but a lie,

Knock, to us you so special,
With you, times were never dull,
For the members - you cared
and in the EADD forum arguments you repaired

Knock, you are now on the other side,
But you know that even though you have died,
Although the hurt of your passing cuts through us like a knife,
We'll remember all you've done throughout life,


07/03/14

Sorry had a drink.
 
That's good coltDan, so true.
Alcohol is one of the worst drugs yet it's legal and illegal drugs people get arrested for it.

To you Knock

Oh I sit here and slowly begin to cry
I think of what's happen n give a long sigh,
Oh god what a shock,
No, anyone else, please not knock

Oh no, all this it seems so lame,
It's just not the same
I sit here,
Shredding tear after tear

Full of emotion, face of soaking wet,
Full of tears for a man I have never met,
I heave yet another long sigh
How could such a good person die

I may not have the best of sight,
But I know something has been lost on Bluelight
This used to seem like such a fun game,
But since Knock, well nothing is the same,

Knock, he was unique n for others he cared,
I feel honoured that on the same forum with him, I shared,
He was so unique, caring, empathic, a wondering moderator,
Instead of death, if he was living we would prefer,

To others, this may seem but a tale,
that you spent time talking to me and help me via E-mail,
Of course it's really called a PM, though you really did try,
Though others may think what I'm saying is but a lie,

Knock, to us you so special,
With you, times were never dull,
For the members - you cared
and in the EADD forum arguments you repaired

Knock, you are now on the other side,
But you know that even though you have died,
Although the hurt of your passing cuts through us like a knife,
We'll remember all you've done throughout life,


07/03/14

Sorry had a drink.

this shit was heartfelt
 
I used to think I deserved the world; now I think I deserve a crumb,
Fucking the fattest asses possible, my improbable views rudely rue Ru Paul as an ugly piece of misinformation, man,
Trichomes of course get inflamed, that’s what Yahweh made the smoking of ganja reputedly for,
Therefore, fornicating is a blessing, I’m-a gonna dump boatloads of cess exactly on the equator,
Bumping up next to St. Peter, but it ain’t no major thing though,
Real freaky, yea, that’s how I consider hindering tinder, green and brown, with both I’m prepared,
Boy Scouts of America didn’t teach me shit except about proper withholding of shits, camp-like,
Menacing mantic Vietnamese soldiers confusing me interchangeably – J-Ro, Alkaholik, I must describe it thus,
Hip hop temples already infiltrated my cerebellum, that’s what I’m reciting to you similar to Gabriel via Muhammad,
Live, but,
I’m in tune too, lunacy wouldn’t have me so I spat at all brats, coterminous Is this: definition earth;
Submission, for what it’s worth: fucked up, blunted, that’s what I got, son:
Mayonnaise on my fries like a Nether-lands whore not in disguise, shit, ^huh^...
 
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