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jobe-david
jobe-david
English Lost
Creative expressions, examine artistic talents. Plan it out, count ounces, keep countering the balance. Distant planets i feel more at place with, disgraced by the disgusting face human-race-lift. I'm currently placed here, a pessimistic cynic thinkin sink or swim, who cares? i'm already ****** dippin in it. Deep thoughts dropping, with brainstorm droughts often, countermanding clever cogitation conjured in common; I'm om nom nom-ing, busting every ****** ****** endowed well where it counts never gave a ***** a problem. Now drop that on an album, lay down a simple beat. Sample the same **** over and over on repeat. Call it a hype track, make some mixes, overlap. Over a short duration you can claim to be savior of rap. It's just that easy. Innovative minds depleting, stillborn America with its heart still beating. Patiently waiting.. I'm about to go crazy.. Basically, I better blow up or this hate is gonna take me.
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Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 2:43 AM UTC
Homegrown Terror
You know I have issues with trust, You continue to remain suspicious. Situations arise, I can sense lies I think your feelings are fictitious. Love is blind, daring, and cruel. I've went through it all before. If there's something I've learned from it Its when I should walk out the door. Alarms go off in my head, you see, I know signs that hide the truth. For now you have benefit of doubt Unless convinced otherwise by proof.
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Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 2:20 PM UTC
Showing All The Signs
I'm so tired, but I can't get no sleep. My deep thought slope incrementally steep. I keep getting visions like I have a disease. My life expects so much, I just don't have what she needs. I'm caught up in a moment where I'm lost in my mind. Kinda ***** a bit because I'm alone all the time. I'm always stressed about it, there's no others of my kind. Rhyming feelings, I find is healing, at the present I am fine.
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Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 4:35 AM UTC
At The Clinic
With heavy sighs, I release my breath. How many more do I have left? Exhale my life, seize up my chest; Anxiously withering the way I know best. I might love life, but it doesn't love back. Im jealous of others that have theirs on track. Attacking my ego, self-worth and respect, If I keep hitting rock bottom, I'll eventually crack.
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Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 2:28 AM UTC
Countdown
Clearly I'm self-aware, copacetic with myself. Can't help lying, slyly sneaking words in with stealth. But if I told the truth, I'd find it hard to just continue living each day revolving around the same issue. There's a time and place, I'll just let it fall into that. Slowly bleeding out though, health is ruining my stats. I wake up every morning like I'm somehow surprised. The hardest part of doing that's to open my eyes. I let go of everything that gets too close to me. It's not really hard when all they want to do is leave. I can't keep a straight face while my heart beats, like it's just a joke, or some sick kind of make believe. I guess my life just likes it to match my humor; dark, sinister, perverted. That last one's just a rumor. I ruin lives like addictions to a bad drug, disconnected mothers that never gave their children a hug, accidental situations replacing limbs with awful stubs. The only difference is that I just make it easier to love. I provide the tools to lose yourself within the moment. When its gone, I only have one rope, i guess i can loan it. I need it back though, never know when it could be useful. Youthful euphemisms hanging from the ceiling, plain beautiful. Will I ever see the brighter days before my last comes? Raising my standards after each and every "last one." My life is like Detroit roads with all its holes and bumps, dumpster diving bums searching every scrap and crumb. I can't interpret karma, reasons why it put me here living life as less of a person than my surrounding peers. Clouded judgement, but my intuition's much more clear. I can't find the road, with abundance of potential to steer.
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Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 3:02 AM UTC
Karmaphobic
Clearly I'm self-aware, copacetic with myself. Can't help lying, slyly sneaking words in with stealth. But if I told the truth, I'd find it hard to just continue living each day revolving around the same issue. There's a time and place, I'll just let it fall into that. Slowly bleeding out though, health is ruining my stats. I wake up every morning like I'm somehow surprised. The hardest part of doing that's to open my eyes. I let go of everything that gets too close to me. It's not really hard when all they want to do is leave. I can't keep a straight face while my heart beats, like it's just a joke, or some sick kind of make believe. I guess my life just likes it to match my humor; dark, sinister, perverted. That last one's just a rumor. I ruin lives like addictions to a bad drug, disconnected mothers that never gave their children a hug, accidental situations replacing limbs with awful stubs. The only difference is that I just make it easier to love. I provide the tools to lose yourself within the moment. When its gone, I only have one rope, i guess i can loan it. I need it back though, never know when it could be useful. Youthful euphemisms hanging from the ceiling, plain beautiful. Will I ever see the brighter days before my last comes? Raising my standards after each and every "last one." My life is like Detroit roads with all its holes and bumps, dumpster diving bums searching every scrap and crumb. I can't interpret karma, reasons why it put me here living life as less of a person than my surrounding peers. Clouded judgement, but my intuition's much more clear. I can't find the road, with abundance of potential to steer.
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Insomnia day dreams deliver the message Messing with emotions gets hearts arrested Blessings disguising as anthropomorphic Telling me lies, scary times like horror flick Side notes enabled, let me see you comment On complimenting verses like toilets to ***** I'm dying to see what it is you can say Sorry for sincerity is lacking today Try to be convincing in your words of dismay Disapproval is common, for me anyway Let your heart pound as you slip down deep Not quite a coma, something other than sleep Rest your heavy eyes as you come undone You'll need the strength for when the time comes Unravel your mind, let the brightness glow Then open your eyes to watch it explode Just open your eyes is what it comes down to Open your eyes, insomnia impromptu
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Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 3:55 AM UTC
Eyes Closed Wide
It seems places I call home are in all different spaces The placement is unjust, miserable in all cases Dates I can't remember, they go by so fast The last place I came from I lost with a crash It all gets confusing when motives aren't clear Far-heart intentions, my mind commandeers Actions are pointless if my love wanders long Gone forever searching to fit where I belong There's nowhere for me, especially where I am Everyday I give more ***** but less of a **** I hate being a product of a ****** up culture My ***** of a life sends me back as I approach her I hate those surrounding, surrounded by those that hate Their ****** up decisions and distorted mind states Opinions, I guess, from heads in the sand When I'm in the clouds, I'm outstretching my hand I swear if I leave, I won't ever come back Homesick feelings are something I lack Rather constant impulses of allowing my mind to roam Missing love of my heart where in my heart is home
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Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 3:13 AM UTC
Where Is Home?
A master of disaster, guru of my craft; Staff-wielding wizard of all that is daft. **** around and **** up and just not give a **** Realized my life is more than just **** for luck. Some believe in karma, others reside in fate, I believe I was named well to match my mind state. Hate on my hand, counter balanced was the plan, Descriptions of relationships, the ones I can't stand. Metaphorically speaking, my life is such a **** Can U Not Tell? Its not just brash, but clearly blunt. Its not all that bad, I know, its just hard for me to tell Where all the angels are, if you're all living in my hell.
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Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 12:36 PM UTC
Welcome To Hell
Please don't leave me, I don't want to be alone. I don't know how you feel, But when you're here its home. I'm calm, and comfortable. Able to focus, and be real. I have a broken heart, yes. But.. My love wounds attempt to heal. Love wounds my attempts to heal. I trust too much, can't handle or deal When I get let down; get in bad ordeals. Afflicted, my name it says it all, and I say: I didn't ask to be born, to grow up this way. I never asked for a mom, or cried out for a dad. If they left or they stayed, I wouldn't be mad. But I never got the option, not even to care. Dare to be aware of knowing no one was ever there? I hate the feeling, it hits me deep in my chest My personality reflects traits that may not be best; I crave your affection. Really bad, you don't know.. I just need all that love that i consistently show. I'm afraid to be forgotten, I'm afraid to let you go. Please don't leave me, I can't be alone..
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Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 1:38 AM UTC
Touch As A Remedy
I want to say I love you Then again, I'm afraid You may not say it back or may not feel the same Every time I'm with you I close my eyes and dream Sleep overcomes me Like the way I keep feeling I'd never let you down If you just give me that chance I know our love is true After taking a second glance Timing may not be perfect But I can make time for you I just hate sitting, watching Falling apart, my heart unglues I'm not asking for everything All I want you to do Love me true, be loyal And I'll be devoted to you too
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Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 12:58 PM UTC
New Relationship