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mike_hulstrom
mike_hulstrom
20/M/USA
Ear, ear; Ears in pair Eye, eye; Eyes impaired Nostrils, burnt from fumes and charred with stench Muted snarls from a mouth that speaks, and isn’t heard or seen moving at all Hands tied with hair and bones and vines and bugs and dirt Moonlit clouds drift across the blueish ceiling while I wait
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Dec 29, 2023
Dec 29, 2023 at 2:15 PM UTC
No title, not sure
) just we touch smoke; swimming like snakess throughout the wooden windwaves ieyes blistering up from stupid colors chortfully pinned to rocks & dried algae Good or poor, rich or
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Dec 23, 2023
Dec 23, 2023 at 3:43 AM UTC
Wilb slies
Waste night; writing lightning tight rhymes, lit Taste bites and as teeth grind; guilt turns to grit
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Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 3:52 AM UTC
Taste
Who can prevent whore-ish liars, blowing smoke while I emote the coarse fire? Unless it backfire, if so, hear the squeal of the back tire and follow the tracks to the pliers stripping wire, ripping off the buyer, slashing your power lines, with the sour kind used to flower minds
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Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 3:51 AM UTC
hmm..
When no goal is gettable You feel down and pitiful Stained with ridicule And ashamed to feel a pulse When you have no intentions But every time it’s mentioned It seems like such a cinch and ******** gets clenching when you have to face the next dawn when you’re **** spawn, rather sit in slumber, to make my mind number And still it burns..
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Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 3:50 AM UTC
Spoils of Victory
Seemingly happy and content, predictably raspy and spent Run circles around raps, legs snapped behind my back in splints Incoming; false facts flood in from the pen Jack over gin and I’m at it again Twin of troublesome Huck Finn, let the wax spin Double shot of *** some luck, and I’ll begin Complicate the weak, like grease on the lens It’s clear like mud, crud crease in the depends
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Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 11:43 AM UTC
WET
See three dimensions, the vision is blending, not to mention Never prepared for funerals he pretends he’s attending Scatter thought; chatterbox, planning mad hatter plots Like neighborhood ballers posting up on the block, Flood the hot-spot and set up a rock shop, Got gems and minerals with more in stock The lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock, can’t be stopped Because three more always grow where the last head chopped In his lair, tearing through the rarest of known tomes Bloodied, preparing, bearing home-grown pheromones While atoned-postponed rambo reloads ranged ammo This ****** Stallone, left alone, changes the channel He’s amorphous on his own His thesaurus is his zone Choruses to juxtapose It’s just gorgeous when he glows Like a broke back mat smacking crack to the dome The knick-knack paddy-wack gives this dog a bone One of zero ***** given. Proposition; my vision Requisition: Mass transmission Free the minds imprisoned. Send them off christened, Eyes bright, glistened Blood thickened, muscles; tightly stiffened Sick with bliss, concisely conditioned Well provisioned, and on a mission Kids’ just wishin’ Fishin’ for dishin’s Switchin’ positions like politicians With destination anticipation An explanations is all they’re craving Get what’s deserved for misbehaving Even adulated need saving Jolly Rodger’s what’s left waving Until the tomb needs engraving El Dorado: Yellow brick road, gold pavement Just let your will blend from birth to urn Cause I have to spend some worth to earn Just like the Sun comes round the bend come burst and burn Me and the Earth, we’re both cursed to turn Mind in a mutter, from the throat-cutter utter Off cluttered, from sputtering up soft butter Projectile vomitin’ Simple sad homonyms Bent ones that haunted him **** ones that taunted him Crash, fell bumping a paladin’s ballad Yelling from the cell, a hell that’s padded Plain scabbard belt fastened Brain splattered, well contrasted Gotta face it, it’s just a facet Haphazard basic ******* Dazed, he laid lazy in a field of daisies, crazy still failing life in spite of praises, does not phase me Never fully try, never fully fail, never succeed He smokes **** ‘til his failure’s guaranteed Somebody makes the calls; Atlas shrugged ‘neath it all Pedestal built too tall; perhaps the world will fall Out in the desert Kashmir looms like a mirage Or am I breathing exhaust fumes in the garage What good is my happiness, my reason, justice, or pity? I don’t know why you’d ask me this, but I guess it’s all ****** Fight my battles rolling downhill, Sit back while my verbs and nouns spill Words not meant to astound, but still Chill I’m palm stroking broke minds With ****** soaked rhymes I can occur just like a canna crop trafficker I infer with calipers; as amateurs get massacred Like melon to Gallagher A gallon of palaver What else can you do but take the beat and ravage her Precision thumbs commissioned this slurred-dumb, late *** With blood, sweat and tears smeared on the surgeon's apron Brazen, boring, shameless; facetious What a ****** thesis to teach us, I mean, Jesus Witness the riots; Sit back in silence, Eyeless; In a crisis Righteous, feeling timeless I’m a weak witted weapon without suppressants At my peak, spit blessings that best luminescence Testing, expressing questions; a primordial presence Learning lessons of the essence, Leaning in hard on obsessions Now back to the digressions, Enchant the mic and pass her a wish to go follow gets a focal fracture By the aficionado postal slasher My vocals compact like a dope oil extractor Spoke, spat, and risen from the earth like the rapture Lyrics locked in; like ‘final answer’ Do a vinyl transfer Sample and enhance her Burn sweetest flowers hourly The meanest greenest sour D Take a bouquet the day he take a dowry Fine divine entwined nugs Unwind with the kind bud And when it comes to this composition; Just try it; succumb Peel open a dub, recline, combine lovely drugs and paper. loses loose shrubs, keeps his grip: shrugs and taper Lick with the spit on the tip of the tongue, and savor Chip off the old lungs, word to pops, mums and neighbors Long lasting, juicy like a fruity gum flavor Meet your maker, brute **** Astute *** behavior Faulty wiring in our brains Exalt me as I complain Are we just Abel's and Kane's, soon to be slain? Perhaps maybe just a tune to be played? Who keeps the balance of pleasures between pains Who breaks silence for treasures? Who’s blood stains? Dang As I think it through, inhale and breathe fumes I fail to read moods, but still I’ll seek tunes As the green room’s groove looms And the smoke plumes perfume He unleashes leeches, the deed is; eat his wounds
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Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 11:16 PM UTC
Leeches
See three dimensions, the vision is blending, not to mention Never prepared for funerals he pretends he’s attending Scatter thought; chatterbox, planning mad hatter plots Like neighborhood ballers posting up on the block, Flood the hot-spot and set up a rock shop, Got gems and minerals with more in stock The lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock, can’t be stopped Because three more always grow where the last head chopped In his lair, tearing through the rarest of known tomes Bloodied, preparing, bearing home-grown pheromones While atoned-postponed rambo reloads ranged ammo This ****** Stallone, left alone, changes the channel He’s amorphous on his own His thesaurus is his zone Choruses to juxtapose It’s just gorgeous when he glows Like a broke back mat smacking crack to the dome The knick-knack paddy-wack gives this dog a bone One of zero ***** given. Proposition; my vision Requisition: Mass transmission Free the minds imprisoned. Send them off christened, Eyes bright, glistened Blood thickened, muscles; tightly stiffened Sick with bliss, concisely conditioned Well provisioned, and on a mission Kids’ just wishin’ Fishin’ for dishin’s Switchin’ positions like politicians With destination anticipation An explanations is all they’re craving Get what’s deserved for misbehaving Even adulated need saving Jolly Rodger’s what’s left waving Until the tomb needs engraving El Dorado: Yellow brick road, gold pavement Just let your will blend from birth to urn Cause I have to spend some worth to earn Just like the Sun comes round the bend come burst and burn Me and the Earth, we’re both cursed to turn Mind in a mutter, from the throat-cutter utter Off cluttered, from sputtering up soft butter Projectile vomitin’ Simple sad homonyms Bent ones that haunted him **** ones that taunted him Crash, fell bumping a paladin’s ballad Yelling from the cell, a hell that’s padded Plain scabbard belt fastened Brain splattered, well contrasted Gotta face it, it’s just a facet Haphazard basic ******* Dazed, he laid lazy in a field of daisies, crazy still failing life in spite of praises, does not phase me Never fully try, never fully fail, never succeed He smokes **** ‘til his failure’s guaranteed Somebody makes the calls; Atlas shrugged ‘neath it all Pedestal built too tall; perhaps the world will fall Out in the desert Kashmir looms like a mirage Or am I breathing exhaust fumes in the garage What good is my happiness, my reason, justice, or pity? I don’t know why you’d ask me this, but I guess it’s all ****** Fight my battles rolling downhill, Sit back while my verbs and nouns spill Words not meant to astound, but still Chill I’m palm stroking broke minds With ****** soaked rhymes I can occur just like a canna crop trafficker I infer with calipers; as amateurs get massacred Like melon to Gallagher A gallon of palaver What else can you do but take the beat and ravage her Precision thumbs commissioned this slurred-dumb, late *** With blood, sweat and tears smeared on the surgeon's apron Brazen, boring, shameless; facetious What a ****** thesis to teach us, I mean, Jesus Witness the riots; Sit back in silence, Eyeless; In a crisis Righteous, feeling timeless I’m a weak witted weapon without suppressants At my peak, spit blessings that best luminescence Testing, expressing questions; a primordial presence Learning lessons of the essence, Leaning in hard on obsessions Now back to the digressions, Enchant the mic and pass her a wish to go follow gets a focal fracture By the aficionado postal slasher My vocals compact like a dope oil extractor Spoke, spat, and risen from the earth like the rapture Lyrics locked in; like ‘final answer’ Do a vinyl transfer Sample and enhance her Burn sweetest flowers hourly The meanest greenest sour D Take a bouquet the day he take a dowry Fine divine entwined nugs Unwind with the kind bud And when it comes to this composition; Just try it; succumb Peel open a dub, recline, combine lovely drugs and paper. loses loose shrubs, keeps his grip: shrugs and taper Lick with the spit on the tip of the tongue, and savor Chip off the old lungs, word to pops, mums and neighbors Long lasting, juicy like a fruity gum flavor Meet your maker, brute **** Astute *** behavior Faulty wiring in our brains Exalt me as I complain Are we just Abel's and Kane's, soon to be slain? Perhaps maybe just a tune to be played? Who keeps the balance of pleasures between pains Who breaks silence for treasures? Who’s blood stains? Dang As I think it through, inhale and breathe fumes I fail to read moods, but still I’ll seek tunes As the green room’s groove looms And the smoke plumes perfume He unleashes leeches, the deed is; eat his wounds
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I got a chrome coat, so I don’t rust **** why do you look nonplussed? He cussed How can you so immensely scorn, not trust? Believe me. I’m contently keeping the company warm and buzzed Until they’re completely stuffed Just don’t make a fuss, with intent to harm or bust Cause it’s no rush Save for my tense disgusting thrusts As he discussed the topics, he thought she blushed Churning and turning from dawn to dusk The stink of my lust is a crusty musk
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Aug 11, 2017
Aug 11, 2017 at 9:12 PM UTC
Shamed..
Questing, running, heart thumping, Blood pumping battery acid Crash and write a ballad from the cell that’s padded Haphazard basic-bastard administrating alliteration half-illiterate yet avid Got questions? Some form of flattery? Ask it. First, tap the ash before you pass it And I’ll finish the roach in glass like a hash hit Can’t say how many plants I blasted My flavor palette adds a dull diet, maybe I should get a salad added Don’t be dragging, keep your belt fastened Colors in your brothers photos well contrasted It’s all just prototype, a simple facet
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Aug 11, 2017
Aug 11, 2017 at 9:10 PM UTC
Any questions?
In a rut with beautiful and plans to lure Sinner cut like cuticles in manicure Holden hotties, fly and my type of caliber Body snatcher in the rye, J.D Salinger It can occur like a canna crop trafficker And it takes great figures to even interfer Not to mention a titanic nerve, It’s like horse riding sliding down the banister get hit right Blam! End up crushing nuts like a can of beer He crumpled up, flumped over an ran in fear
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Aug 11, 2017
Aug 11, 2017 at 9:09 PM UTC
Killer