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reflectionzero Apr 2014
Roses are red
Violets are blue
***.

-r0
reflectionzero Apr 2014
They call me blood when I **** the silence
I got a pen on paper and a flow like violence
I am so ill, I think I have a virus.
I need to blow these spineless rappers out of my sinus

Then I ate a sexist for breakfast
and I got so sick I spit gay rights into texas.
Rest in peace to all my ex's
I've got em stacked like 20's
in the trunk of my lexus.

-r0
to be continued...
reflectionzero Apr 2014
This rose on my desk is falling apart.
I woke up to petals strewn across my floor
and the air smells fresh
of floral death.

It was in full bloom before I cut it.
The prime of its life.
huge and pink.
adored.

I needed it
in my room.

now I want it
in the trash.

-r0
brought to you by self indulgence.
reflectionzero Apr 2014
lawless utopia
*** and fruit
absent phobia
naked truth

pandoras box
chained in gold
broken clocks
uncontrolled

judgeless jesters
play in grass
childs pleasure
heart of glass

veiled in dreams
arts inspire
world supreme
caught on fire

-r0
reflectionzero Apr 2014
insidious newsfeed.
apathetic "like"  
(I guess they're getting married.)
assessing my worth
'friend' counts and Klout scores.
modify your post to be pleasant,
as to 'dislike' something
deems it unworthy of notice.

"Just got arrested, #lol-- free breakfast."
We are becoming a collective
of aging selfies and
isolated narcissists.

dissociative culture.
I am desensitized to my own
most precious moments
and have condensed their value
into how many people
care enough to click a button.

blending into the numbers
we are in the back seat of our own lives
and our weekly web-content
is drunk behind the wheel.

You don't need a machine
or the internet
to tell you
you're anything less
than beautiful
and a star,
inside and
out.

-r0
reflectionzero Apr 2014
structure

the beat the rhythm the cadence the time
the voice the sound the statement the rhyme

the pen the pad the ink and words
the now the then the sync deferred

the verse the tale the dream the style
to win to fail the scheme compiled

to speak to say to write and draft
from night to day to cry and laugh

from blood to ink and bone to pen
to love to think and grow again.


-r0
reflectionzero Apr 2014
lush red apple
sweet juice flowing
grass green eyes
take blue hands
fly through maps
and paint gray skies

royal purple
ruby heart
wild fruit on fire
white intention  
topaz smart
design of my desire

ember pit
ash smoke driven
tar black vile
fool

counterfeit
cash broke riven
star crack smile
ghoul

it starts
much
in the way
it ended.

you can't
break
what you
havn't
mended.

-r0
Hook em' and leave em'
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