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suicidal twitch Oct 2014
I like Homestuck,
Donald Duck,
Ancient Greek Gaea,
APH Hetalia,
Marzia and Pewdiepie,
Random bow ties,
Doctor Who,
That colour of greenish blue,
Sherlock Holmes,
Garden gnomes,
Boy/boy ****,
Sweet tea,
Left 4 dead,
Books I've read,
Minecraft,
When I laughed,
Yu-Gi-Oh,
Gateau,
Ender's Game,
Notre Dame,
World War One,
World War Two,
Mouse and shrew,
Bugsy Malone,
Jam scones,
Birthday cake,
Milk shake,
Drawing art,
Taking part,
MLP,
Shopping spree,
Sleeping in,
West Berlin,
Random songs,
When bells go ****,
Stars shine,
My blood line,
All my friends,
The latest trends,
Yuri much,
And such and such,
Fanfiction,
A prediction,
Doujinshis,
Marshall Lee,
RhymeZone,
My touchscreen phone,
I could go on,
But that's too long,
But my favourite is,
Hello poetry - so don't diss!!
Finally finished darlings!
Malia  Nov 2019
Dear RhymeZone
Malia Nov 2019
Dear RhymeZone,
Thank you for existing
You help me find the rhyming words
That used to always be missing.

You’re pretty much my savior
Thesaurus.com, you too!
You make my works even greater
For my readers (you!)

Thanks to you I can concoct
Words that fit like a sock!
Never mind a glove,
These words are more, which I love!
Honestly, what would I do without it? Do you guys relate? I want to know. I’d you don’t know what RhymeZone is, I encourage you to look it up. It’s so helpful!
Victoria Feb 2019
Once upon a midnight,windy,
Graveyard heavy, tombstone weary,
Rose a man of great renowned-
The writer of which works can be found
Classroom sat in many a volume galore.
As the news and folk declare-
The dead whose lungs again took in air,
The writer who now stood before-
T’was Poe (and raven) of “Nevermore”.

“So if it be daemon, omen, curse or hex-”
In deciding action next, he spoke forth these words of old,
“I have been given further morrow, time of which furthers my sorrow,
Yet if I may this new life borrow- borrow perhaps to bring prose more-
In the hope,to continue prose more-
Pen to paper I’ll restore.”

Many a night spent struggling to create rhymes anew,
Edgar realized how language had changed,
For **** no longer meant to slay, and his beloved had turned to bae!
On his desk the perched bird had flown-
To say these words in had it flown-
Quoth the Raven “Just use Rhymezone.”
Odd Odyssey Poet Jul 2022
Please call me back,
written message in the network's text. I don't have
enough airtime; so I'll borrow some. Knowing it's
not the best—in the fact of being underpaid.
I haven't been paid this month, so it's still a dream
of moving house. The funds are never enough,
but just tuck shop money, and a gin allowance for a
couple laughs.

But I'll call you soon.

7.50, left in my bank account. Maybe I could
pull out six to make the call. Insufficient funds to
complete this transaction,
the screen read in bold.
Feeling insufficient, sufficiently to say I've worked my due.
If I had a girlfriend; which place could I take her to,
and what would we do? As I'm broke and empty on funds
and dreams in my pocket. While driving past the mansions
of my two bosses.

But I'll call you soon.

I'm running out of rhymes, without any airtime
to Google new ones on Rhymezone. So I'm just
staring at the phone, hoping you make the repeating call.
I missed it the first time you beeped me, knowing I was
feeling tearful in my room alone. I must have been so focused
on staring at the pictures on the wall, to hear your call.

But I'll call you soon.

As both of my lines have pending debts, and I'm not
keen on borrowing  money to have debts with friends.
But in the end—your fun size pride rarely cares.
Still the anxiety of not making an effort to call back,
pushes a reason to swear. To pull my hairs, struggling
on why—why I can't return your call. As if I don't care
at all.

But I do; I'm just fighting to call you soon. Unfortunately
in the end; I never had the chance to support you my
friend. I never returned that call, and it's doing in my head.

It's an unfortunate one missed call.
Dandy Lioness Sep 2019
I giggle in pride writing the obvious, the ******
Kindergarten feelings
I feel sad, mad, happy, sappy.
Rhymezone, songs, and great works stealings

Roses are red violets are fine,
My poetry could be written by a child as young as nine
Punctuation is still a mystery?
Ironically, I teach Shakespeare! 

I will say, love poems and alcohol do not make good bedfellows
Sophomoric mumblings about a sunset's yellow
I take solace knowing even Rupi wrote bad poetry sometimes.
Yup, I compared myself to Rupi. Also, F**K this last line.
Scott T  Aug 2013
Untitled
Scott T Aug 2013
Don't think about how it makes you feel
And then use the most powerful words you know to portray it
Don't write a line, then use rhymezone to fit in with your ******* couplets
Don't use the flowery words of dead poets
Thus
Glimmer
Hope
Love
I've seen these rearranged a thousand times
Fruitlessly
Write it how it is
If it is beautiful
Then so will be the thing you write
It is the only way
LylexRose Sep 2018
Feel like I lost my ****, sold only 20 albums man, just kidding kids call me your familys car cos I haven't started yet, Holding on to a nudey photo I found up at a Hilton hotel in Skene, all rhymezone rappers don't even sound like me, chilling out on ceiling, upside down high on coke, dope and a lil bit of ketmine, I'm if I feeling mad, even feeling sad, mix up party with some methamphetamine, laser tag in the evening, in the studio is where I'll be, don't forgot that I'm not a rapper just yet I'm only lil bitty lyricist and still see where the unsolved problem lies, got flips lit, walking through a rapper Valhalla like Oden himself..., selfishly is how these lil **** rappers seem to behave and when looking at a life like that only me would me in the grave, now it feels like a gotta wipe every least 'so called rapper' from this genre...

And now **** you said it
Think you broke my heart but oh no you didn't
Lost the will to down a whole bottle
Maybe should pack my bags and move to Colarado
Feel love through this flow, now it feels like I need a change
Its a shame that all love ends the same way...

To ask me what happened to hip hop and try understand I got this game on lock, I think it's inevitable that I have to be this way,  I'm the one who won't tolerate it but most likely will turn up a day late, and though longterm plans isn't my critique, so you better watch your back, keep your eyes to your feet, bow down before me, I'm not your king but it's not my fault its stand at a childproof window at a debate with and grenade to my head, feel like I'm running into a wall head first bottle of blood for my ******, move on me your bubbles getting burst, fall to the ground and maybe you'd break your back but I'm still ******* standing after all my work...

And now **** you said it
Think you broke my heart but oh no you didn't
Lost the will to down a whole bottle
Maybe should pack my bags and move to Colarado
Feel love through this flow, no feels like I need change
Its a shame that all love ends the same way...
LylexRose  Sep 2018
Legends
LylexRose Sep 2018
Yeah..
Is it too late...
To take it all back, what I said...
Rain drops look like tears falling down side of your face...
I couldn't see you coming from far away...
Now 2 years later I'm in a different place...
And I know been forever since I've your face...
And I can't take this pain... no more...

Been a lil while since I've been out, take a walk about, lights are bright and city's too loud, maybe I should just take a seat, maybe this **** just isn't for me, maybe these G's find it funny to play with me like I'm some kinda action man, men of action awaiting some sort of reaction, it's like these fake *** crackers have an ******* for me, that's how they seem to toy with me and it seems increasingly serious you see, from being sick in the head, to being sick in my death bed, hungry for change, it's just a shame this game is like the Hungergames forever  on your own Austria-Hungarian games like Franz Ferdinand and if I keep to this path probably end up dead and through all this **** I'm still getting around unfed, might raise the bar with the **** I've said, the **** Ive seen, maybe I just raise some brows with your browser history and now it's just me, blinded by the light I've created so I can see, finding myself lost on a path I walk for free, but you probably prefer 6ix 9ine or the rest of the gucci gang, following these lil rich ****** rap about ice just to make it big I just ya'll freeze to death, but when I come through the door all I see is you lil sappy ******* hanging around my crib, now everybody wants to know If I'm even with it anymore, yeah I know my mind is clouded, my life is shrouded, play it louder, I'm my founder, a foundation to play, play it my way, what you think care what they say, so sick of the way it's been, with my head in my hands and a beat in the back I'm just living my life, I can't bear to be seen...

Is it too late...
To take it all back, what I said...
Rain drops look like tears falling down side of your face...
I couldn't see you coming from far away...
Now 2 years later I'm in a different place...
And I know been forever since I've your face...
And I can't take this pain... no more...

When you only write about life so far, it's no surplus, fly high but it's in finite supply, I know it's hard to find yourself, it's hard to keep holding your head up high and I know it's hard to keep up with blending in to this society, I've lost the person I used to think worthless, the sun shines brightly on a society lost and without life, my heads over following with the light of my life, words fall from my finger tips, call myself a man when I'm walking around with **** like a *****, I'm hiding like a snitch, it's such a shame that I came into the game a little late and no one on this ******* planet won't tell what not to say, following my path and I'm on my way, against the clock I race, I ain't playing I just feel like it's time to show my face, oops now it looks I got a criminal case, some fresh copyright claim, I know it's hurting but it's not my fault its the closet thing I've had to burn since I've been to charring churches, I now I know he's heard it only been 5 minutes and I know he's shared it, it's that's what rap is then good luck with that, and now I've packed up all my **** in my plastic bag, 15 years since it started and I know it's getting harder, the least I can do is reword it, or just rework it, maybe I'm done with this **** for real or maybe I'm just nervous...

Is it too late...

...Hah but wait I'm far from finished it's beginning, what a line, "havent used that one before hey!" I guess when I drop this fire I'll be breaking your legs, burned to ground, yet I'm colder than ever, they say I like to play with the words that I spray, never, been working on this album for past couple months, maybe it was years who knows I know it took forever, lightning under my feet, hope your enjoying the weather, whether or not you care I don't give 50 ***** Im'ma say what I say, always work at night boy it's been a long day, love they way people get ****** about the way I mispronounce they're names, quit with the complaining, complaint after complaint, I better bring a ladder cos I won't nothing stand in my way, you chumps better watch your backs cos I'm not any slack and Im'ma  cut from the noose from where you hang but God forbid these lil rhymezone rappers sit with their minds so blank, blankets and bandage to go around the Atlantic state, not made a single penny off this but I'm 10x better half these rappers at this, it's just a shame I have my own way to say my own dis...appoint to your parents, talking about trap with tattoos on your face might explain why ya'll to rap are all a ******* disgrace, hide your faces cos 15 years from now and Ill be gone without a trace....

And to take it all back, what I said...
Rain drops look like tears falling down side of your face...
I couldn't see you coming from far away...
Now 2 years later I'm in a different place...
And I know been forever since I've your face...
And I can't take this pain... no more...
Nahal  Aug 2019
I miss poetry
Nahal Aug 2019
I miss the sound of typing on the Mac keyboard
I miss the serif font of the words I observe on the screen
I miss the fluidity of which the words flow out of my mind like seamless fountain water
I miss the inspiration from a deep love
I miss insomniac nights, with bright Apple lights
I miss creative expression
I miss thesaurus searches and RhymeZone
I miss lyrics from frank songs
I miss rhythm and blues background music
[Unfinished]
Skyler M  Dec 2019
BurnOut?
Skyler M Dec 2019
It's been difficult to write lately,
Stuck inside the words of Rhymezone,
It's going on day eighty,
Can't write without breaking my collarbone.

You might see,
I'm outside,
standing with the banshee,
I'm so awake, wide.

— The End —