TheMannyPoet - Hello Poetry

My forte is putting thoughts on display like a portrait Life’s exposing poor traits that people portray and cleansing poor tastes like sorbet When I push pages with my blunt blade I upstage it’s abrupt changes if you got a good name off an upgrade I keep firing down my targets like a gun range I no longer associate with bitter terms I just hold and wait... to drop bodies from my desk like Mr Burns In written terms With rhythm added Brilliant nerves All systems crashing Critics are cryptic just to crispen their cash in It leaves my vision in fractions like there’s a chip in my glasses You’ll shock yourself if you thinking is static Progression is winning in practice Synonyms are encrypted patterns The devils in the details like criminal plannings Keep these deep thoughts about It is criminal plannings because they’re always tryna draw me out I’m pulling ahead but I ain’t pouring stout This path of mine is spent thinking in silence like a mastermind In life it’s either mass or mind It’s rare to have both like hermaphrodites I’m the iron type Explosive Dynamite This is the biopic thriller of the psychotic killer Passed out he thrives off the liquor The taste is so bitter Why do we bicker Argue over twitter over which girl is fitter please start thinking bigger Life goes on and we can’t stop the time it isn’t a race either but you always cross the line That’s why I ostracise Even though I need to be occupied Only got a dozen choices like pocket dice These guys stop and hide So on and off like office lights.

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Aug 5, 2019

Aug 5, 2019 at 6:53 AM UTC

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My forte is putting thoughts on display like a portrait Life’s exposing poor traits that people portray and cleansing poor tastes like sorbet When I push pages with my blunt blade I upstage it’s abrupt changes if you got a good name off an upgrade I keep firing down my targets like a gun range I no longer associate with bitter terms I just hold and wait... to drop bodies from my desk like Mr Burns In written terms With rhythm added Brilliant nerves All systems crashing Critics are cryptic just to crispen their cash in It leaves my vision in fractions like there’s a chip in my glasses You’ll shock yourself if you thinking is static Progression is winning in practice Synonyms are encrypted patterns The devils in the details like criminal plannings Keep these deep thoughts about It is criminal plannings because they’re always tryna draw me out I’m pulling ahead but I ain’t pouring stout This path of mine is spent thinking in silence like a mastermind In life it’s either mass or mind It’s rare to have both like hermaphrodites I’m the iron type Explosive Dynamite This is the biopic thriller of the psychotic killer Passed out he thrives off the liquor The taste is so bitter Why do we bicker Argue over twitter over which girl is fitter please start thinking bigger Life goes on and we can’t stop the time it isn’t a race either but you always cross the line That’s why I ostracise Even though I need to be occupied Only got a dozen choices like pocket dice These guys stop and hide So on and off like office lights.

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I thought northern Irish chicks were a bread of the baddest ***** Instead I got left with the flat arsed spastic make-up caked catfish Accent as thick as you sometimes it's like you're speaking mandarin or Spanish Everyday back to your room a demeanour of gloom it's the same old antics Hop on the line for dads quids Money transferred to help your negative attitude and fix the balance Everyone wants you to **** off back to the yacht, mansion and life that's lavish I'm a savage exposing this sly witch We've all seen it right. The way she hops in the pad and plays with 3 guys like it's GTA five. Picking a different boy each night judging on the features she likes Thinking she's an adult rolling on 18 like she was chucking 3 dice Exposing the cracks beneath her as she walks on like street lights Custom to immaturity She's ADT because her life's based on insecurity/ in security There's no love from me I'll give you a cold stare from outta nowhere like a Randy Orton meme.

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Dec 12, 2018

Dec 12, 2018 at 12:11 PM UTC

Run off

I thought northern Irish chicks were a bread of the baddest ***** Instead I got left with the flat arsed spastic make-up caked catfish Accent as thick as you sometimes it's like you're speaking mandarin or Spanish Everyday back to your room a demeanour of gloom it's the same old antics Hop on the line for dads quids Money transferred to help your negative attitude and fix the balance Everyone wants you to **** off back to the yacht, mansion and life that's lavish I'm a savage exposing this sly witch We've all seen it right. The way she hops in the pad and plays with 3 guys like it's GTA five. Picking a different boy each night judging on the features she likes Thinking she's an adult rolling on 18 like she was chucking 3 dice Exposing the cracks beneath her as she walks on like street lights Custom to immaturity She's ADT because her life's based on insecurity/ in security There's no love from me I'll give you a cold stare from outta nowhere like a Randy Orton meme.

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This is for the introverted kid on his lonesome One of Lauryn Hills lost ones Eyes burning him down like acidic solvents Pressed down and sprayed at for low prices like cheap deodorants Ever-changing skintone from the haematomas Losing friends who he's been with the closest What's the point keep cards close to your chest if you're just gonna fold quick Council estates have turned into war camps Now the ends are looking like Colditz I guess that'd explain why everyone in the bits is speaking Polish Youths are hiding in alleyways gripping knives that are stolen With a razor sharp focus Aligning the moment then he zones in An act of violence turns to a condolence Flowers and roses A single mothers heart is broken Shattered and open Tears stream that could fill an ocean The kid was sacrificed and cut inside like Kingsley Coman Underhand tactics used like sneaky trojans It was for the kid I bet you The ambience started hard but went soft like fresh fruits Just be careful and keep those that respect you.

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Dec 12, 2018

Dec 12, 2018 at 12:07 PM UTC

Mythered

This is for the introverted kid on his lonesome One of Lauryn Hills lost ones Eyes burning him down like acidic solvents Pressed down and sprayed at for low prices like cheap deodorants Ever-changing skintone from the haematomas Losing friends who he's been with the closest What's the point keep cards close to your chest if you're just gonna fold quick Council estates have turned into war camps Now the ends are looking like Colditz I guess that'd explain why everyone in the bits is speaking Polish Youths are hiding in alleyways gripping knives that are stolen With a razor sharp focus Aligning the moment then he zones in An act of violence turns to a condolence Flowers and roses A single mothers heart is broken Shattered and open Tears stream that could fill an ocean The kid was sacrificed and cut inside like Kingsley Coman Underhand tactics used like sneaky trojans It was for the kid I bet you The ambience started hard but went soft like fresh fruits Just be careful and keep those that respect you.

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These uni kids are smashing coke Rolling up with daddies notes Every night is a story to tell like an anecdote Next morning flick to the camera roll They make and change plans and go back on their word like a palindromes Revealing photos of them carrying traffic cones holding them like their atlas stones The lines they rehearsed were more insignificant than a cameo in a B part acting role They just want some escape So they take White that liberates But find themselves stuck in a position like a casting mould Anxiety takes control Hands shaking like Lee Harvey Oswald gripping an optical scope panning towards the grassy knoll Debauchery is gonna run up in these kids headspace and kick off the latch Most of them mesmerised by the white stripes they start to believe a seven nation army couldn't hold them back.

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Dec 12, 2018

Dec 12, 2018 at 11:41 AM UTC

Liberty Living

These uni kids are smashing coke Rolling up with daddies notes Every night is a story to tell like an anecdote Next morning flick to the camera roll They make and change plans and go back on their word like a palindromes Revealing photos of them carrying traffic cones holding them like their atlas stones The lines they rehearsed were more insignificant than a cameo in a B part acting role They just want some escape So they take White that liberates But find themselves stuck in a position like a casting mould Anxiety takes control Hands shaking like Lee Harvey Oswald gripping an optical scope panning towards the grassy knoll Debauchery is gonna run up in these kids headspace and kick off the latch Most of them mesmerised by the white stripes they start to believe a seven nation army couldn't hold them back.

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