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Sketcher May 2020
I wanna show her my love,
And be in her presence,
But when I'm around her,
I can't finish a sentence,
Without turning red,
Or overthinking,
I find false meaning,
In her sighing and blinking,
There's so many obstacles,
That confuse the hell,
Out of my illogical,
Thoughts that compel,
Various actions,
That make me seem awkward,
When I'm her distraction,
It seems like I stalk her,
They say let her go,
Just leave her be,
But she's the one,
That's talking to me,
I want her here,
And also I don't,
But now she wants,
To borrow my coat,
It should be guaranteed,
That I see her again,
IF this is the beginning,
I can wait for the end.
Sketcher May 2020
Hulks bulk broke through Banner's shirt,
As he converted, ready to assert,
Dominance, frickin' kickin' up dirt,
Steady and ready to hurt,
Any annoying that would turn his way,
Knocking the lights out of anyones day,
Green and sickly, the epitome of dismay,
Sheer power, feared hero, watching enemies decay.

Today he faces off against a man that stands atop a,
Pillar of power with the calm effect of marijuana,
There's no stop to this man, he's no period, he's a comma,
He's the One Punch Man, the unbeatable Saitama,

Slick bare head, no hair, yellow red,
Costume, white cape, one punch, Hulk's dead...
Oh... that was fast...
Sketcher May 2020
Should I leave today,
Or stay inside?
Should I stay with you,
Or go off and hide?
I'll stay in bed today,
And wake up tonight.
Losing another day,
Turn off the lights.
A nocturnal stray lays,
In need of ice.
Snacking on Classic Lays,
They suffice.
Staying up too late,
On my device.
This is the only time,
That I can write.
If I do it once,
I might do it twice.
Might roll a blunt,
To feel the high.
To feel the heights,
Up here, the sights,
Make me cry,
But hey, that's fine.
When the kiss,
Turned to bite,
I was still alright.
I was like,
"I can manage this,
Actually, I like this,"
I'm a *******
I still feel the bliss,
Of the bite,
Post-kiss,
I miss this,
And apparently,
I inherently miss,
Reminiscing,
On the good times,
I now perceive as bad,
Reminiscing in the rhymes,
Making myself sad.
Sketcher May 2020
The mountain was steep,
But I chose to venture,
To the very top,
To view earths splendor,
But once I reached,
The mountains peak,
An old man stood,
And took a leak,
His long gray beard,
Drooped to the ground,
And a bunch of animals,
Gathered around.

His beautiful aura,
Outshined the land,
And a couple of birds,
Ate from his hand,
He zipped up his fly,
And turned around,
Just to see,
My displeased frown,
He walked to me,
And said the kind,
Of words that seemed,
To read my mind,
"What's here is now,
What's past is past,
Don't fret, my friend,
This too shall pass."

This man obviously saw,
My visible discomfort,
I left early this morning,
Thinking I would come first,
The man said he was hiking,
And was unintentionally fasting,
He asked for a snack,
I said I was just passing,
He said so do the birds,
And emotional stains,
So does time and joy,
And anger and pain,
But this is fine,
I'll continue to fast,
This pain in my stomach,
Is sure to pass.
Sketcher May 2020
I write pain,
I want fame,
But I'm afraid,
That I write lame,
SO I meditate,
And tame my mind,
On the thought,
That it's my time,
To shine brighter,
Than these mumble rap *****,
Or these "cowboys" in chargers,
That sing about trucks,
But I ain't catchy,
I don't do that,
I just think and write,
And try to rap,
And maybe you'll relate,
With the **** I'm tryna say,
Maybe I'll make the game,
Kick off my shoes and stay,
I hope to blow up,
Like hand grenades,
Expect me to show up,
With lyrical blades,
I am conscious,
When I speak,
And often dishonest,
Cause I tweak,
Certain bars,
To rhyme together,
Parallel bars,
OCD pleasure,
Oh, I feel better,
After I've centered,
The sentences,
And severed the letters,
To relieve the pressure,
And make it sound right,
I unlock the locked treasure,
To make the sounds tight,
I express what I express,
And I'mma do what I do,
So quit doing me,
And continue doing you.
Sketcher May 2020
Born an anxious wreck,
Couldn't breathe for a sec,
Had an umbilical cord,
Wrung around my neck,
My dad prayed to the lord,
And the lord checked,
To see if he could afford,
A being as complex,
As me on board,
In his Sims project,
So my life was restored,
When a doctor undid it,
Now I'm sitting here bored,
And lord forbid I,
Act on my accord,
I'll get things done which I,
Never thought possible,
And probably not plausible,
Absolutely phenomenal,
And then I'll say I called it all,
Even though I saw little,
Cause I lacked the foresight,
And to my delight,
Cause ignorance is bliss,
And bliss was supplied,
Despite my first kiss,
That I somehow survived,
Locked mouths quick,
But kept open eyes,
Now she's a *****,
That I'll always despise,
Where am I going with this?
Am I making up lies?
Not a single fib,
To my surprise,
Maybe I'm changing,
Not locked in my ways,
Maybe I'll make a better track,
On a happier day.
Sketcher May 2020
I was snatched,
Detached,
From my loving mom,
When I was six or seven,
Like Iran to Saddam,
Some people invaded,
And removed our calm,
But I was persuaded,
That I wasn't loved,
At my moms place,
So I was taken away,
Didn't see her face,
For over a decade,
Parents replaced,
I wish I stayed,
Cause for ten years,
I sat and decayed,
Without affection,
Just a roof and some crumbs,
I had no connections,
I slowly went numb,
To life and joy,
And simple pleasures,
Became an angsty boy,
That felt the pressure,
Of knowing there was people,
That was out there and cared,
But I thought I'd never see them,
And that made me scared,
I was told they were evil,
But soon I was prepared,
To find their love,
And rise above,
Some petty lies,
That I despised,
Reunited with 'em,
And gave them hugs,
And at that point,
I found the love,
I knew I had missed,
All the lost bliss,
The anger in my heart,
To this day, it exists,
But when I start,
To unball my fists,
And hug my sister,
Or brother, it gets,
Released completely,
And I feel alright,
Cause I'm back with my family,
For at least another night.
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