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Bluelighter
I've been writing poetry/rap for about 2 years now, really since my first LSD experience. I'm now 18, and i haven't touched psychoactive substances other than cannabis and alcohol in about 4 months now. Some of it is silly, some of it is dark, anyway, enjoy, feedback would be awesome :D
Our Blight
*
Stretched limbs hang,
Beside sharp edged hips,
Lips barred, revealing slight fangs,
Gaunt and tall, mottled grey lips,
Thoughts punctured by ambition’s pangs,
One by one it’s fingers lose their grip.
*
It can’t even crawl,
Curled up in cruel coils,
Rocking back and forth in a ball,
The point has passed, it boils,
Erupting in a hair raising call,
The reward for all it’s toils,
*
Severed limbs from evangelical hymns,
Torn flesh marbled in dying light,
Dripping from it’s many sins,
Constant like a cancerous blight,
Whispered words add to the din,
Trembled hands held tight.
--------------
the budss
I punch cones at the speed of light,
Lungs with the mightiest might,
Packed high and tight,
Lungs are getting as black as night,
Cos I punch cones the volume of a mole of ozone,
Due to my extended lone, I pick a fifty up through the phone,
I’ve got Mary, never alone,
When I’m ripping cones when I’m at home,
As soon as I was first shown, my mind was totally blown,
*
Due to my lighter,
I’m hardly ever a fighter,
The sound of the snap, buds packed even tighter,
‘Yo Jack, what the fuck is that?’
It’s a cone bro, just wait for the snap-snap-snap,
Soon as its hit, feel that slick slap,
Too much and you’ll be taking a long nap,
I’m sick of all this fucking crap!
Weeds no trap, it’s not just another narcotic,
Won’t make you seem all robotic,
Or give you a rash that looks bubonic, puts you in a catatonic state,
So light up, don’t hesitate!
--------------
Somewhat Sane
The rocks shudder and shiver,
And webs clog every vein,
Blood pumps through and they quiver,
Shaking from thoughts on new planes,
And silver gleams through small slivers,
Viscous dark liquid circling drains,
And people flip from flipped triggers,
*
Fear is the only god,
Merciful masters are always mirages,
All bacteria where he trod,
Really think we’re in charge?
Grin as all heads nod,
Cracks in the concrete down boulevards,
Worm riddled corpses in graveyards,
*
As invincible as a fly,
Insignificant but always in motion,
Short lived like a mayfly,
Drips and drops in an ocean,
So simply, live before you die,
Or die before you live.
The point to life is?
Our Blight
*
Stretched limbs hang,
Beside sharp edged hips,
Lips barred, revealing slight fangs,
Gaunt and tall, mottled grey lips,
Thoughts punctured by ambition’s pangs,
One by one it’s fingers lose their grip.
*
It can’t even crawl,
Curled up in cruel coils,
Rocking back and forth in a ball,
The point has passed, it boils,
Erupting in a hair raising call,
The reward for all it’s toils,
*
Severed limbs from evangelical hymns,
Torn flesh marbled in dying light,
Dripping from it’s many sins,
Constant like a cancerous blight,
Whispered words add to the din,
Trembled hands held tight.
--------------
the budss
I punch cones at the speed of light,
Lungs with the mightiest might,
Packed high and tight,
Lungs are getting as black as night,
Cos I punch cones the volume of a mole of ozone,
Due to my extended lone, I pick a fifty up through the phone,
I’ve got Mary, never alone,
When I’m ripping cones when I’m at home,
As soon as I was first shown, my mind was totally blown,
*
Due to my lighter,
I’m hardly ever a fighter,
The sound of the snap, buds packed even tighter,
‘Yo Jack, what the fuck is that?’
It’s a cone bro, just wait for the snap-snap-snap,
Soon as its hit, feel that slick slap,
Too much and you’ll be taking a long nap,
I’m sick of all this fucking crap!
Weeds no trap, it’s not just another narcotic,
Won’t make you seem all robotic,
Or give you a rash that looks bubonic, puts you in a catatonic state,
So light up, don’t hesitate!
--------------
Somewhat Sane
The rocks shudder and shiver,
And webs clog every vein,
Blood pumps through and they quiver,
Shaking from thoughts on new planes,
And silver gleams through small slivers,
Viscous dark liquid circling drains,
And people flip from flipped triggers,
*
Fear is the only god,
Merciful masters are always mirages,
All bacteria where he trod,
Really think we’re in charge?
Grin as all heads nod,
Cracks in the concrete down boulevards,
Worm riddled corpses in graveyards,
*
As invincible as a fly,
Insignificant but always in motion,
Short lived like a mayfly,
Drips and drops in an ocean,
So simply, live before you die,
Or die before you live.
The point to life is?
