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Bard Mar 2021
Hands lost in her pants
Time for a new pair of genes
Viscera all over the lance
And the organs start to sing
Friction feels like an addiction
Intentions lost in her diction
Wanton hopes dashed for passion
Backs lashed and impassioned
Awash in sweat and heat
She's weeping at the ****
Bard Mar 2021
do you understand, do you understand
with your feet in the sand
do you understand

beneath us all, beneath us all
that's where we fall
beneath us all

just take my hand, just take my hand
leave everything behind
just take his hand

we hold onto hearts, we hold onto hearts
All I am is spare parts
he holds onto your heart

I love you so, I love you so
When you go
I love you so

you left a hole, you left a hole
its in my soul
you left a hole

we are so happy, we are so happy
why do I feel so badly
they are so happy
Bard Mar 2021
$$$
dollar earned only a dollar made when its a dollar saved
baller blinged out to holler about dollars he's still a slave
company store takes payments at four just your soul and more
many march in tour of golden doors as debts reach from a dirt floor
chasing the four door you can't afford its the debtors reward

dollar earned turns to dollar spent
when did life turn into making rent
was it while the middle sat on a picket fence
it came so subtle as we all drowned in media
seemed so helpful like a pound in the city

lock up your problems and show no pity
thats how they solve em out in the city
that or send them to a mortuary
words seem so incendiary these days
burning citys as life sets the people ablaze

burn a hole in your pocket to get laid
what's left when the ****** fades
pantyless and penniless riding waves
hoes and jesus since times medieval
both have kneeled to escape evil

crime is just a high risk job kinda like flipping burgers
time shows both ending without any futures
so excuse the hard worker whose turned to dope dealer
I know time is the best healer but it won't fix this
only fix I need is cash on cash in bank thats swiss

thats a low tax on racks so none of it reaches you
a million ways to hide millions from the millions that make do
charity tax breaks in the collection plate let the money accrue
get a wife thats foreign thats a tax break if your american
new legislation to make sure the middle an poor don't win again

poverty makes a child into a survivor
wealth makes a child into a toddler
prince rules over the pauper
for the price of a few cents
still the prince can't afford sense

maybe for a dollar some of mine could be lent
advisors with white collars must seem heaven sent
till someone wonders where the money went
white collar or black mask only difference opportunity
go live in a parking lot for a week if you don't believe me
Bard Mar 2021
Every day reaching out to green lights in the bay
Everyone says let it go preach about giving it away
Flashing lights I need you to shine down today
Could live if I grasped even a single ray
That would be enough to make it through the day
Bard Feb 2021
Count the holes in my teeth about as many as the holes in my heart
What was it I was supposed to see when does my life finally start
Bard Feb 2021
Dead freaks never had any balance
Authority tried to demand compliance
So we left society and became truant
Forced to speak in ends now we're fluent

Money on my mind, mind on my money
I cant seem to find either bloods turned runny
I might just die just to make the ante
I steal and I lie to fill up our pantry

They know who I am I'll leave it all broken
Leave disrespect in dirt with toads croaken
Lacked it now on the ground chokin
Can't breathe in the arms of an ocean

My dead friends, I'm gonna run without balance
Got the bends underwater and uncompliant
Don't follow trends I've long been truant
Told to speak in ends and now I'm fluent

And whats it to you if I steal, lie, and cheat
Is it immoral to survive on the streets
Judged with morals I can't afford
Standards made by the pious and bored
Bard Feb 2021
id
Indigo hues haunt my vision
Scratching till I see thin red
incisions
Never been good at seeing long
divisions
A dream is just a lie of omission
What is my intention
When I mention
My one mission
Is just multiplication
Or when I say its really
division
Guess I forgot my own lessons
Goodwill leaks like lesions
Cut from me in so many
incisions
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