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I I'm trying t' find my ID. I think I'm missing it. This thing, This bright, shining light, It's hiding in my blindsight. I'm swimming in mist, Trying t' find ... "I" First I'm living In my crib; Clinging wrists. Flitting my crib, I'm Shy Crying, whiny twit, missing bitty, With stinky kids, kicking kitty. I'm missing my crib. I'm piling thinking bricks with big kids. Slimy, smirking ***** hiss 'n' spit. I'm sitting still in ill-fitting shirts, shirking sight. Hiding might blind ****** kids crying, "It's billy!!! Skinny **** 'n' smiling in fits. "Try finding kind kids x" Finding "whys" in rising minds. My mind grinds. I'm kicking tins, spilling drinks. Sitting in IT, Sir chillingly insists "it isn't "fly" spilling drinks! "Shy" brings skills. "Why" brings ills." I'm still shy. This crib's tiny. Tiny minds, blind by bling. Fit chicks with big **** Thick ****** thinking with ***** I flit this Brit **** Brisk flight, I find "I" Simply shimmying "ir(o)n lik(e) li(o)n in zi(o)n". In Brit, I'm still shilling it, Finding thrill in it, Hiding 'til it lifts. I'm brisk fixing it, I'm hiding in drinks, Finishing in clink. Trying things, High by night, Slinking by, finding light. Thinking "this is it!! I'm in!" Tricky light. Light trick. Sight trick. Lying in my mind It's still **** Is it? His birth... This child is my kid! This brill kid! I'M in this kid! Big grin :D First kid is big kid, Mid kid is silly kid, Quickly hitch my Miss. Third kid. This kid, this girl is my girl. Brill kids! I bring my bling by flipping kids thinking bricks; Fixing bits in thinking ink; I'm finding it stinks. Kids drink slick skills. My mind chills with mind filling drills. Kids grinding, crying spills - "Sir, it's **** innit? With missing mining, missing mills, Im plying skills by filing bills." I'm plying skills with mind pills. Mrs "I" is criticising my id Im minding my Ps n Qs Biting my lip Fists tight, shifting slightly Slinking nightly This is **** Hit slight hitch Hit BIG hitch "'kin ***** I finish with my Mrs Kids split 'twixt cribs. Kids trips fix splits. Kiss lips *** "Night night x" "Light?" Click light. Right, "night!" I'm hiding my ills in girls. IT pimps, swiping right. Primp **** Minging swill. Fit chick. Swift flirt. Flirt, kiss, flirt, kiss. Big **** Tight slit. Milky spit. Wiping **** Hiding ***** sight in mind, I find it sticks. I drift Stick tight Fighting my plight Grin "It's 'right" Missing my crib My ID I'm finding my mind Sticking with it Fighting silly flirting **** Try finding inspiring sights My kids My crib My Inking My Writing My mind My eye I'm kind I'm "I"
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Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 8:03 PM UTC
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I I'm trying t' find my ID. I think I'm missing it. This thing, This bright, shining light, It's hiding in my blindsight. I'm swimming in mist, Trying t' find ... "I" First I'm living In my crib; Clinging wrists. Flitting my crib, I'm Shy Crying, whiny twit, missing bitty, With stinky kids, kicking kitty. I'm missing my crib. I'm piling thinking bricks with big kids. Slimy, smirking ***** hiss 'n' spit. I'm sitting still in ill-fitting shirts, shirking sight. Hiding might blind ****** kids crying, "It's billy!!! Skinny **** 'n' smiling in fits. "Try finding kind kids x" Finding "whys" in rising minds. My mind grinds. I'm kicking tins, spilling drinks. Sitting in IT, Sir chillingly insists "it isn't "fly" spilling drinks! "Shy" brings skills. "Why" brings ills." I'm still shy. This crib's tiny. Tiny minds, blind by bling. Fit chicks with big **** Thick ****** thinking with ***** I flit this Brit **** Brisk flight, I find "I" Simply shimmying "ir(o)n lik(e) li(o)n in zi(o)n". In Brit, I'm still shilling it, Finding thrill in it, Hiding 'til it lifts. I'm brisk fixing it, I'm hiding in drinks, Finishing in clink. Trying things, High by night, Slinking by, finding light. Thinking "this is it!! I'm in!" Tricky light. Light trick. Sight trick. Lying in my mind It's still **** Is it? His birth... This child is my kid! This brill kid! I'M in this kid! Big grin :D First kid is big kid, Mid kid is silly kid, Quickly hitch my Miss. Third kid. This kid, this girl is my girl. Brill kids! I bring my bling by flipping kids thinking bricks; Fixing bits in thinking ink; I'm finding it stinks. Kids drink slick skills. My mind chills with mind filling drills. Kids grinding, crying spills - "Sir, it's **** innit? With missing mining, missing mills, Im plying skills by filing bills." I'm plying skills with mind pills. Mrs "I" is criticising my id Im minding my Ps n Qs Biting my lip Fists tight, shifting slightly Slinking nightly This is **** Hit slight hitch Hit BIG hitch "'kin ***** I finish with my Mrs Kids split 'twixt cribs. Kids trips fix splits. Kiss lips *** "Night night x" "Light?" Click light. Right, "night!" I'm hiding my ills in girls. IT pimps, swiping right. Primp **** Minging swill. Fit chick. Swift flirt. Flirt, kiss, flirt, kiss. Big **** Tight slit. Milky spit. Wiping **** Hiding ***** sight in mind, I find it sticks. I drift Stick tight Fighting my plight Grin "It's 'right" Missing my crib My ID I'm finding my mind Sticking with it Fighting silly flirting **** Try finding inspiring sights My kids My crib My Inking My Writing My mind My eye I'm kind I'm "I"
First poem in ages. Playing about with a vowel trick.
matthew-james
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matthew-james
Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 8:03 PM UTC
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