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I used to be a different man, bent and mad,
Until a spiritual awakening, rude enough to shake a man,
Forced my hand to take the driver's seat,
To tackle my reality.

Full force is what it takes to move snakes from the grass,
Every path you tread should never be the last.
Know that even when it snows or slows,
It shows you weren't putting on a show,
Because you made it past every single one of your episodes.

I had to cut her loose, even though her caboose could move a moose,
My knuckles are bruised from doing too much Bruce Lee to Richard.

*****, you surprised?
You think if I knew I could rap like this,
I'd keep the disguise.

I euthanized the part of me that used to think
Part of me was incomplete,
Now I'm into pottery and quietly winning the lottery.
Pardon me, the oceans parted for me long ago.
If there's anything that you know that I don't, would you rehearse it?
Sometimes I feel that I've been cursed
With enough knowledge to have been bathed in the Lazarus Pit eternally.

I yearn for thee to come forth,
He who believes could spit better.
Ever since I learned to read, I had to see what they didn't want me to see.
It's deceit really to have been withheld from intimacy.

I mastered the art of plastering smiles through the anguish.
I'm an insane human who's come to disrupt the English language.
I'm fascinated by plains, dames, fractals, diamonds, societal changes, and women.

I grew up listening to mad rappers and what churches called sinning,
But I knew what was meant for me from the very beginning.
Hannah thomas Oct 2018
I am fire and brimstone
paint me witch
and burn me with your insecurities
Hang me high on a limb
let me be a warning
tell them what becomes
of little girls with big ideas
with loud mouths
and unusual expressions
show them what it means
to be creative
how to paint with innocent blood
and call it justice
Wipe us out as quick as you can
Recognize us by the magic inside
or the devil you see in our smiles
drive us out before there are more of us

But there will always be more of us
For most of us still live in the shadows
Still fear for our lives
But oh, us courageous few
stubborn with pride in our quirks
will never die.
Try as you might,
slaughtering us by the dozens,
we will remain an unwavering memory
an example for those in the shadows
ready to come out and take our place.
Travis Oct 2018
It's impossible to say, and I constantly try to show it... but I love you all. Life is the ocean tide and Facebook is the self-conceited diary.

I ,I, I. Hardly a we, and when it is.... it's superficial and parasitic, heart ruining. Imploding dreams and realities. Exponentially increasing the chlostrophobia until feelings are mythology, just out of reach. Inside eyesight, while unknowingly molding, forming , defining an illusion you can FEEL. Consuming everything you love with a death-touch while you fight the inevitable. It might be the self-loathing talking BUT, it continues to make you a better person regardless of self.Too much to rant I wish it was centuries ago and words mattered...good or bad night to you. If it fits, wear it, embrace it. Be better. Started happy, ended sad...which made me laugh because it's ALWAYS back and forth whether you're in the fight or not, which you should be. Keep on keeping on, love you all.
Latina1813 May 2018
My summer palette
If it were perfect
Would consist of...

47 gum drop
45 tangerine twist
53 sour blast
36 thin mint
24 tranquility
97 frosted
21 cotton candy
22 not-aye girl
38 alien
18 powerline
11 black cherry
66 kool-aid
49 calabria
71 mochi
02 mocha
01 solar beam
52 stellar
41 rusty
13 always October
17 honeycrisp
55 sun-kist
99 starburst

And I would wear this palette
Proudly
For it is me
A little always October in me
And in love with a sunset
Hopeless romantic
Who hasn't reached love yet
So I reach for stars
And solar eclipse
And run miles up and down
Thin lanes of traffic
Chasing dreams
All while wearing my palette
Proud
I'm crazy with my makeup. A lot of people complement me on my use of colors. It inspired this.
B H H Burns Jul 2017
My mind is like a griddle
on which inspiration sizzles;
I let it gently fry and
turn it over
so neither side
will get burnt.

I’ve gotta cook it slow and steady –
and better wait until it’s ready
cause there’s a lesson I’ve learnt
from times before;
from when it looked all cooked and tasty
but its insides were still raw
so the inspiration was wasted
leaving my imagination insatiated,
somewhat unsatisfied and sore.

So this time I let it fry,
on the griddle of my mind
Until it’s done right to the middle
So I know that when I whittle down
into its many drooling layers
the plentiful things waiting there
will be the rich juices of words, rhythm and rhyme.
(Inspired by #BlackDahliaProse prompt ‘Sizzling’)

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