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How can my heart overpower my head so naturally and so often.
Even more it happens efficiently. Its like it was meant to happen.
Was it? It must have been, after all my head works for my heart.
I heard a saying "open your eyes and see your eyes are open."
Im pretty sure I would also have to look into a miror.
 
Boy toy is planning a ploy, half goy but still making noise
Half cry from the battlefield below, full cry just yelling Leeroy
That one widow is still on my mind, I thought I had already left it behind
but my mind lies through the cries of Christs¨ big green Eyes and im made of ice, nice disguise. Right?
 
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GRIEF
there was a midnight request line, it reminded me of ol' times when u were mine. saying those three words that i said all the time, God forgive me everything is gonna be alright.
Yours to keep I am, hold my hand please just for a while.
Summer of Love was two thousand seventeen, those days unbeknownst to her I was just a fucking fiend. Fix me up lovely you know the magic words, I am sick and tired just put on the record to dance the both of us. The grief is so powerful I haven't overcome it yet, all those things that I did to you I relentlessly regret. In the Afterlife we'll see each other again, until then I write this poem to express what I feel deep inside my head. I tried so hard baby although all it was in vain bcz all I feel now is mother fucking pain. fuck my life in every single way, please don't look at me with those big brown eyes ever again...
 
Contraddiction

Find me a grey crevice on the plains of your consciousness and I’ll roll up my sleeves and weave you a tree.
I’ll fill it with mystery of a long-faded history, and softly imbue it with bittersweet scent of a past’s woe and glee.
I ask not for pity, just space that befits me, a warm season to sow, a handful of earth and safety to grow…

I am a story of growth that starts from a seed, not a cautionary tale, nor a warning to heed; I merely bleed through the pages for all who feel need.
Not tailored or fixed, not refracted or bent; I seek your forgiveness but will not repent.
I offer a glimpse, a mere speck of a smidgen of a taste of a fix; A peek through the keyhole void of judgment or tricks.
All I ask is a stanza, a letter, or rhyme; all I ask dear reader is a fragment of time.
Not a contract or pact, not fiction or fact, just words that I bind that shall pay you in kind.

Come let us dine! I present you my mind.
Hear the bells now chime as memories align, paradigms shifted as foggy haze is lifted and scene rendered to define.
What did you sift through, what did you find?
Cast your eyes down and feast on my words, of days best forgotten, a realistic distortion, my gift to you; a sacrosanct abortion:

Few people experience such wealth and such poverty, sway so violently between extreme poles on the pendulum of existence, have so broad and yet so restricted a spectrum of human emotions that compel to attain so diverse and yet such singular pleasures.
They are the reserved adventurers and assimilated outcasts, and they are the rebellious enslaved and the glorified villains.
They are the pain-seeking hedonists of this world on the precarious precipice of the slippery slope of the final frontier.

Pushing further - always further.
 
Careless whisper in the night
via electricity hardwired
am I out of style pain is real
losing my mind eyes dont see
nail in the coffin I wont even preach
am I the banana now my eyes bleed
 
Toasty on the rocks, hopping scotch while sitting cross
Legged on a mountain slope, shallow water oceanic tope
Chipped my nail on the soap, zig zagging on the dope
Eyes close on the tight rope, eating algebraic cantaloupe
Wrist twisted on my arm chair, straight jack while i flare
Pay the fare to go nowhere, sobbing in acidic air
Questioning the questionnaire, robbing banks in due care
Aware that it's unfair, but can't declare my love affair.
 
madness00 said:
Toasty on the rocks, hopping scotch while sitting cross
Legged on a mountain slope, shallow water oceanic tope
Chipped my nail on the soap, zig zagging on the dope
Eyes close on the tight rope, eating algebraic cantaloupe
Wrist twisted on my arm chair, straight jack while i flare
Pay the fare to go nowhere, sobbing in acidic air
Questioning the questionnaire, robbing banks in due care
Aware that it's unfair, but can't declare my love affair.
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Nice.one brahhhh really liked it
Now that i Chose the dope
my baby,she is long fucking gone
just ten More bucks to fucking cope
Another shot, theres not anymore hope
Sorry angeee i chose the needle over you ,I'm now out of luck...
 
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Choose the temptation
witness the argumentation
take the literal high road
this used to be my favorite drug?
Its cold outside but I feel warm
1 chemical makes me allahu akbar
 
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Slamming dope
There's no hope
I gave away my girl for one More shot
Now how i deal with the pain?
Of course I'm gonna cope
In the backalley of a shady street
My plug makes me wait for hrs no shit
The sickness Is nigh, i can feel it on my weak thighs.
The sweat, the aches, i cant deal with this no More. i miss you so much fix me up just one More Score...
 
This is the one thread on bluelight that no one knows about
the bermudas triangle of this site
most of the poems here are fucking fine
wish more people posted here since it seems only 2 persons post here
 
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Im drinking me some long drinks
comparing my best times to my all time lows
trying to control my wild mind
it listens to sense and thats a way to control my body too
still waiting always waiting
I wait 99% of the time I am
wondering if I should post this
never, therefore I post it
 
Im eating a sandwich
The power of bupre has made me warm outside while Im cold inside
The problem is not that I dont see, the problem is seeing too much
Luckily bupre filters it off
I havent done opiates in two weeks and it shows
Im feeling great, like Alexander
But still, remember that this is just a business
It might sound bad but it actually is not
Understanding myself showed me the problems
Reading psychology gave me the information I needed
Time to go
 
"The problem is seeing too much."
The problem is feeling too much.
It's never too much when you want to shift gears and you don't know the clutch.
I'm talking auto and you like your guns and i like my huns, but we ain't talking Mongolian, funds.
Genghis with my 'lingus, I'll eat that pussy up good, whether in the pent, or in the hood.
We talking Gabapentin, or we talkin you own or rentin'
Dialects we talkin she spent then...

You said Alexander, I'm feeling Great son, don't need to masturbate.
Cept in the mind I shall pay you in kind,
then we dined on mixed batter
I present you my mind.

P.S. @madness00 can come too
 
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nznity said:
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Fuck Away

Beneath the bright sunshine I walk by,slowly but steady things are getting by.
I feel the power of my ancestors running through my veins.Holy shit its time to set me free off these fucking chains.
To the mother fking core I'm excited, to experience this beautiful life I've been fucking granted. Fuck the rulz or the common sense, for some reason I can't explain the massive high im feelin, fuck myself.
Opium is the greatest gift we've been granted ever , fuck I wish I could feel opiated forever.
Like Kerouac said-"you should be happy of your existence". Boy, I'm in pure ecstasy with such consistence. Sometimes I wonder "Am I the chosen one" ? I ask myself everyday, sometimes I wonder if Im becoming NZN.
Is it an illness or a disorder? fuck -the conception I have of the world, I just feel happy to finally be getting back home. In dreams you're still dressed like that day, ready to dance the night away. Hold my hand one more time and let yourself go away...
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Shit i must have banged a Ton of dope when i wrote this....my fav so far @schizopath lets keep this thread alive.!
 
schizopath said:
Boy toy is planning a ploy, half goy but still making noise
Half cry from the battlefield below, full cry just yelling Leeroy
That one widow is still on my mind, I thought I had already left it behind
but my mind lies through the cries of Christs¨ big green Eyes and im made of ice, nice disguise. Right?
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Shit, just read this one. Nice one mate.
 
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