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I'm not poetic I'm permanently apathic and this is my only way to make you see the way I do
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The door is open, stand and knock, you hold the key, not all is lost.
Poems
lize kingston Jul 2013
Lex
lize kingston
Jul 2013
• Confessions in the booth, I’m questioning the truth.
Reds Rushing to the foot,
blood running where i stood, shutting shooting down the veins, the Hiipower is nothing but rude.
It leaves without me asking it too, at least keep in touch.
All that screaming and such.
... And all that crying and such.
I've had had it, more than enough.
I'm just shouting things out
"it's just ******* blown!" and "it's ******* gone!" i starting running, around, the surrounding.
I wrote the words to this verse with the nervous nerves pumping in reverse,"Lex i know that you heard"(what?).
The hurt in my head, shut.
I'm feeling well with the cuts, I still take alotta **** to heart,
if those ***** call you a ***** I’ll shove their cellphones up their butts, if she calls you again, hang on that ****.
I'm tired tonight, my head is rig wired, chest is too tight, the cold is with KFC i know that caused i'm feeling so crushed,
I'm Lizzy elevated to the bottom of rushing, i can feel the surge, i can't find my words, i'm accelerating on hope from nothing, looking at Lexi looking at the way she behaves, i wanna tell her it's nothing, Lex, but she's gotten the hardest of it, ain't no way she's forgotten.
Anything can happen, something bout Lex's texts impacts with the voices in my head i'm being reinstalled from shreds.
The bad blood and bone.
I'm just so far, blown off gone.
Blown an' gone.
The whole ****** issue is just.
Blown an' gone.
Don't care about the visuals i'm just.
Blown an' gone.
Don't care about opinions i'm just.
Blown an' gone.
If it gets more difficult i'll be just.
Blown an' gone.
To anyone whose listening it's been real, with GooD GoD
Reds Rushing to the foot,
blood running where i stood, shutting shooting down the veins, the Hiipower is nothing but rude.
It leaves without me asking it too, at least keep in touch.
All that screaming and such.
... And all that crying and such.
I've had had it, more than enough.
I'm just shouting things out
"it's just ******* blown!" and "it's ******* gone!" i starting running, around, the surrounding.
I wrote the words to this verse with the nervous nerves pumping in reverse,"Lex i know that you heard"(what?).
The hurt in my head, shut.
I'm feeling well with the cuts, I still take alotta **** to heart,
if those ***** call you a ***** I’ll shove their cellphones up their butts, if she calls you again, hang on that ****.
I'm tired tonight, my head is rig wired, chest is too tight, the cold is with KFC i know that caused i'm feeling so crushed,
I'm Lizzy elevated to the bottom of rushing, i can feel the surge, i can't find my words, i'm accelerating on hope from nothing, looking at Lexi looking at the way she behaves, i wanna tell her it's nothing, Lex, but she's gotten the hardest of it, ain't no way she's forgotten.
Anything can happen, something bout Lex's texts impacts with the voices in my head i'm being reinstalled from shreds.
The bad blood and bone.
I'm just so far, blown off gone.
Blown an' gone.
The whole ****** issue is just.
Blown an' gone.
Don't care about the visuals i'm just.
Blown an' gone.
Don't care about opinions i'm just.
Blown an' gone.
If it gets more difficult i'll be just.
Blown an' gone.
To anyone whose listening it's been real, with GooD GoD
Mateuš Conrad
Oct 2018
.lex lupus / fuchs zwischen wölfe: ******* Mowglí, somehow... death to the pirate, the one-eyed... Dajjal and the "concept" of money... Tom Petty died... Wayne Static died... the media? zero coverage... so... it's not like they care.. but when they do care, i care: in order to not care.
you do know
that if you keep pushing
the wrong buttons,
the lone wolf phenomenon,
will become a wolf pact,
a lex lupus...
you know that, don't you?
it would take 3 ****** Jihadi
terrorists to take out 71 civilians...
it takes
one lone wolf Norwegian
to take out 69 civilians...
we. are, horde...
**** your little get-together
wine parties...
i'd rather shove a shoe lodged
into a pineapple up my ***,
than listen to this sort of *******...
better dead,
than having to attempt a death
while. "trying"...
but wolves do not hunt in groups...
well...
some sorry ******* to howl
at the moon!
who did what?
is there any proof?
there isn't any proof?!
so... what's the argument?!
none...
so...
batman lego movie
giggles all over again?
you irritated me,
just to say this much about
falling in love
with Val Kilmer!
lone wolves...
who's who...
Mr. Speaker / Chief Whip?!
it takes about 3 Jihadis...
to **** as many people
as a "lone wolf" Norwegian...
i was just about
to mind the I.Q. test...
wolves don't hunt
outside a pact of a brigade...
wolves are the closest
associate of the velociraptor...
shove a fox among them?
52 people died from
3 Jihadi associates...
Breivik killed 77 people...
see the ratio?
wolves are not solitary
animals...
they have a pact...
foxes... foxes are solitary
creatures...
thought it was the plain said,
otherwise reiteration
of the "already" said obvious;
so no mention of Jihadi
retards?! no? nothing?!
3 Jihadists killed less people
than a single Norwegian...
oh my... oh my my...
please keep these idiots
on the beach, in the desert,
herding sheep or what not...
keep them busy engaged in
harems...
or whatever the **** they
get up to...
please... keep them away from
what is becoming a sensation of:
a boiling kettle.
you do know
that if you keep pushing
the wrong buttons,
the lone wolf phenomenon,
will become a wolf pact,
a lex lupus...
you know that, don't you?
it would take 3 ****** Jihadi
terrorists to take out 71 civilians...
it takes
one lone wolf Norwegian
to take out 69 civilians...
we. are, horde...
**** your little get-together
wine parties...
i'd rather shove a shoe lodged
into a pineapple up my ***,
than listen to this sort of *******...
better dead,
than having to attempt a death
while. "trying"...
but wolves do not hunt in groups...
well...
some sorry ******* to howl
at the moon!
who did what?
is there any proof?
there isn't any proof?!
so... what's the argument?!
none...
so...
batman lego movie
giggles all over again?
you irritated me,
just to say this much about
falling in love
with Val Kilmer!
lone wolves...
who's who...
Mr. Speaker / Chief Whip?!
it takes about 3 Jihadis...
to **** as many people
as a "lone wolf" Norwegian...
i was just about
to mind the I.Q. test...
wolves don't hunt
outside a pact of a brigade...
wolves are the closest
associate of the velociraptor...
shove a fox among them?
52 people died from
3 Jihadi associates...
Breivik killed 77 people...
see the ratio?
wolves are not solitary
animals...
they have a pact...
foxes... foxes are solitary
creatures...
thought it was the plain said,
otherwise reiteration
of the "already" said obvious;
so no mention of Jihadi
retards?! no? nothing?!
3 Jihadists killed less people
than a single Norwegian...
oh my... oh my my...
please keep these idiots
on the beach, in the desert,
herding sheep or what not...
keep them busy engaged in
harems...
or whatever the **** they
get up to...
please... keep them away from
what is becoming a sensation of:
a boiling kettle.
Lexi Vinton Jan 2015
Lex the Millennial
Lexi Vinton
Jan 2015
I smile when my profile picture gets 50 likes
but would it mean more
if I liked my face without the assurance of others?
Maybe not,
I'm a millennial, after all.
1994, born and raised
a "90's kid."
I tweeted that...it got 12 favorites.
Too bad I can't favorite my internal thoughts
in order to validate them without sharing them.
I sent that as an iMessage
to my friend who responded
"#deep."
I'm posting this poem on the internet
so that people I don't know can read it.
Maybe they'll even leave a comment.
I say what I feel,
via text message,
followed by an emoji and a hashtag
as a sort of millennial footnote,
minus the APA style.
I'll use LOL style
or FML style
or the style of ironically using texting lingo
to prove that I'm not #basic.
I, Lex the Millennial,
wrote this poem on my iPhone 6.
but would it mean more
if I liked my face without the assurance of others?
Maybe not,
I'm a millennial, after all.
1994, born and raised
a "90's kid."
I tweeted that...it got 12 favorites.
Too bad I can't favorite my internal thoughts
in order to validate them without sharing them.
I sent that as an iMessage
to my friend who responded
"#deep."
I'm posting this poem on the internet
so that people I don't know can read it.
Maybe they'll even leave a comment.
I say what I feel,
via text message,
followed by an emoji and a hashtag
as a sort of millennial footnote,
minus the APA style.
I'll use LOL style
or FML style
or the style of ironically using texting lingo
to prove that I'm not #basic.
I, Lex the Millennial,
wrote this poem on my iPhone 6.