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HJV Mar 2019
"your flow is off; they have you beat!" Boarish cough let, the ref's presumed seed. Righteous in rhythm reels the ref in, why can time be so timid, is that a sin?

I really don't know, colors are so - surefire, concept's core dire. Bound to flow is hollow,  found a collar to follow?

Full of paint, the same words faint. The rhythm dies, as their cries. Atop that flop, they will stop. "leave me as is, leave me alone! I am happy like this." - snappy, a drone.

Climb the ladder from nether, whatever the weather.  Clear the skies, drop disguise. Be rigidly real, heart strings of steel.

How does this flow?
Laving the first row,
A lamenting show.
En fin, a lavish yo
A friend told me my flow is **** so I just tried something silly
Oskar Erikson Feb 2019
BEEP//BEEP//BEEP//
I CAN PLAY THE HIT SONG OF THE DAY.
.
Or play a nostalgic tune.

All available stations are wired into this Earth
and radio frequencies flutter above the clouds
meeting only briefly in this heart.
.
BEEP//
(dont switch me off, i miss you listening to me)
BEEP//
(you never let me tell you how much i need you)
BE--//
(...)
J-Long Feb 2019
Tic toc tic toc
Its time to make a heart stop
Clock at 12, noon has struck

Time to make a body drop
Outrun by the mighty father time
Crashing down from way up top

Tic toc tic toc
Its time to watch a body flop
Cause of death

Time ran out
Out of breath
Cry and shout
Old poem i wrote just as an experiment
FRITZ Feb 2019
amniotic caves. brushing up and flavors darting round your tongue.
     dancing and
          fresh soft and smelling like snow they
               melted in the sunlight of your eyes.

                                       eye am sound.

a birth a vacancy pushed. major arteries walled surrealist retaliates so often shot subtle and then rearranged.

can you hear me?

                               from out of the ooze eye return.
begin.
experimental
Breanna evans Jan 2019
I'lL hAvE
nO mOrE
iN tHe MoRnInG,
bUt I'm NoT
gOnNa SleEp
TiL iT's GoNe
...on the struggle of wanting to smoke more ****,, but also not wanting to smoke all your ****
Breanna evans Jan 2019
spark*
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and

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the essence

e   x   p   e   l

a l l    t o x i n s
a n d   t h a t   w h i c h
n o   l o n g e r
s e r v e s   y o u
Breanna evans Jan 2019
I try, but                                                                                              

It's hard to see the light through the                                                        
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a                            
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in the window                      

through the                                                        
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f        g                              
                                

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m i n d
FRITZ Dec 2018
what strange secret shattered and charged

a mighty foe with the wings on a blast

but bituminous the glow and from hell

dangerous to think things ringing in your ears

slip into a still watch it slip through

your fingers like sand through a sieve.



under-swept and as said so differencing from distance softer than you could sea

the skies

                watching the clo(u)ds collide.

couldn't pull back an escapist so fled the paint into a sick barrel of venom.



                               dis

                                app

                       ­            ear



listen to the end

quiet and seek through thunder

clouding your minds scrambled thick and ****** slick.



                this is not about them the things are as he said.
every day, seven times a day, a torture.
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