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Max Neumann Sep 2020
i live inside a bubble, fly with me into this bubble
life used to be a hustle, but it ain't anymore
gotta make summin' or gotta take summin'
come fly with me, my cubies are shining whitely

i reside on a planet which is full of whole ones
re'in up for all the phantoms, their fandoms
art nouveau balcony, bluely shimmering rooms,
you enter the hallway like dreams, embers in ya eyes

brother, i am all-night like owls, heavily religious
by the end of the day, i will be ******* the devil
we call that fly night, for everyone staying on it
luridly white marbles, everybody trippin', trippin'

our bubble is like frippin: frippin freely
and i'm skating through the garden, jeezy
today's my birthday: 500 peace of cake
my heart's racing, amg, i'll be waiting in the snow

fly with me, into this bubble, bubble
i wanna be higher than ever, higher
with me, there is no struggle, struggle
i'll take you with me, bubble, bubble, bubble

i'm praying, while i'm driving, and when 'm praying
i am thinking and i talk myself into a coma
raising in a 911, our bubble, bubble
stay with me inside that bubble, bubble

i am trustworthiy, since i been dealing with souls
but sometimes i freak out and jump out of my window
cause i read my palm lines and learned, when i'll die
so i grew myself a plumage, like birds, for our bubble

don't come lookin' for me, i'll be waiting in the snow
or under miami's sunset, nuns will be sinning
dem lyrics are for dogz, dem lyrics are for sinners
i want to come right now, just like a coup d'etat

cubies filled with magic, come into my bubble
the crowd is filling the castle and stars
are raining down, you close your eyes
you close your eyes, escaping into the night

fly with me, into this bubble, bubble
i wanna be higher than ever, higher
with me, there is no struggle, struggle
i'll take you with me, bubble, bubble, bubble
Carlo C Gomez Sep 2020
Riding
The color
Wheel

From
Liftoff
To splashdown

Onyx
Eyelids
Heavy with rheum

Waking to
Laminated
Stick-ons

A vinyl ocean
Of unco adhesion
And snap vacuum

Jettisoned
Trinkets
Of youth

Soaring
Prophetically
Overhead

Acquiescing
As scenes
Of upended worlds

The simple playgrounds
Both remembered
And loved
Big Virge Sep 2020
Ya Know... Yesterday...
A Young Lady said...

"Big Virge, you really
have a way with words !"

It Was A Web Comment...
That She Had Left...
About A Couple of Lines...
In A Poem of Mine...

Called... " The Test of Stress "...

A Compliment PRIMED...
By THESE Big Virge Rhymes...

"We need to feed our minds,
with more than talk of war,
and, crossing swords !"

A Cool Comment Fa' SURE... !!!
But The Poem Was MORE...
About A **** Whose Jaws...
Made My Anger SOAR... !!!!!!!!!

To The Point Where WAR...
Became The Thing I SAW... !!!

But Moving ON.....................
I Think Her Comment Was WRONG...

I Have A Way With VERSE...
That Deals In... TRUTH... !!!

Like Those Who Use HERBS...
To... CALM Their Mood...

So I Guess She Was RIGHT... !?!
Cos' The Lines That She LIKED...
Were Written To RELEASE............................ ..
What Was... SWELLING IN ME... !!!!!

A Wish To SEE...
That *** WIPE... Bleed... !!!!!
Just Like Ladies Do... " Periodically ".........

Okay... Here We GO...
Cos' It's Time To SHOW...

The Ways My Words Flow...
Just Like The GOOD TIMES ROLL... !!!!!

But BEFORE I Impart...
Wordplay That Is SHARP... !!!

Let Me SAY THIS...
From... MY HEART... !!!

I Have A Way With TRUTH...

Because Words I Use...
Are NOT ALWAYS Cool... !!!!!!

SOME Have Called Them CRUDE... !!!
and QUITE A Few Take The View...
That I'm An... ANGRY BRUTE... !!!!!

Whose Words BURST Balloons...
And... BUBBLES TOO... !!!

And As For The Girls...
Well I Speak TOO MUCH Truth...
To Suggest That I'm... " A Dude "...

Who Has... " A Way With Words "... ?!?

NOT With **** Ladies...
Who Wanna Have Some Babies...
But Maybe YES... Just MAYBE... ???

That's Because Big Virge Plays SAFELY...
Cos' Ladies... REAL Slim Shady...
Can Border On Being CRAZY... !!!!!!!!!

See I'm A... CRAZY Lyricist...
When It Comes To FLIPPING Scripts... !!!

I FLIP Em' Like... A CRIP...
Whose BLOOD Is DIFFERENT Kids... !!!!!!!!

My Words Are Used To Sometimes SHOOT...
At Targets MARKED Like WARRIOR SHARKS...
Who Have The HEART To Hunt In The DARK... !!!

See My Words Shed LIGHT...
On... POINTLESS Fights...
But ALWAYS FAVOUR...
A GREEN Light Sabre... !!!!!

Because My Flavour...
Is SOMETHING To SAVOUR...
When I PEPPER Vaders'...
... INHALER With LABOUR "...
of That of... A SLAYER...
CAPED Like THAT CRUSADER...
Who BREAKS Terminators... !!!!!

... " I'll Be BACK ! "...
For YOU... HATERS... !!!

Cos I'm An Empire BREAKER...
As Well As GOOD NEIGHBOUR... !!!!!

DON'T Cross Me Like FADERS...
Cos' Your Name AIN'T... " Roc' Raida' "... !!!!!!

R. I. P.... To THAT Man... !!!

Now You See I'm ADVANCED...
Lyrically... I ENHANCE...

The Usage of Verse...
Through Wordplay That WORKS... !!!

NOT... " Kendrick Lamar "...
Big Virge AIN'T That HARD... !!!

Wait A Minute That's FARCE... !!!

NO DISS To The Yute'...
He's Doing His DO... !!!

But DON'T Be FOOLED... !!!
My Age And My STATUS...
Is WAY ABOVE... " Playas' "...
Now CLAIMING BIG FAME...

When They LACK The Game...
To Use Words... THIS WAY... !!!

Poems To Raps...
That Make Campers MAD... !!!

YUP... I AM THAT Man... !!!

Whose Words OVERSTAND...
Humanity's... FALL... !!!

So My Words Make The CALL...
For Us To... STAND TALL...

And USE Words Like Debaters...
Whose Values Are GREATER...
Than Using.... " N-Words "...
Just To... STACK Paper... ?!?

Is THIS What Our Words...
Have Now Become WORTH... ?!?

DON'T TRY To Play SMART...
Because Your Music CHARTS... !!!

You CAN'T Be... " A STAR "...
When EARTH's Where You're PARKED... !!!!!

To THINK That You ARE...
IS CLEARLY... PURE FARCE... !?!

Fame Fortune and GREED...
Has Made Currency FIENDS...
Who NOW FORSAKE Truth...

Just To... " Look COOL "... ?!?

Our Words ARE A TOOL...
That When SUITABLY Used...
Can YES... Make A DIFFERENCE...
To... MIS-INFORMED Children... !!!!!

I DEFEND To The END... !!!
These Things Through Poems...
That Speak On The World...
How People Now Work...
And How People HURT... !!!

And Things Well Observed... !!!
That SHOW Why This Girl...
Was Quite... UNRESERVED...

In Suggesting That I... Have...

... " A Way With Words "...
It's always nice to be complimented, and it sometimes proves to be inspiring, as it was in this case, so thanks again, to the young lady who was so complimentary !
Rob-bigfoot May 2020
My first poetry baby steps!

Bingo!

Stretched out on his scaffold, **** this ****** ceiling, exclaimed Michelangelo,
Would be far better done in woodchip and vinyl matt,
So bored was he that he invented a game called Bingo!,
Full house! Full house! he cried out aloud, and then fell and landed
with an almighty splat.

© Robert Porteus
Bit of lighthearted fun
Max Neumann Aug 2020
memories, when i was eight years old
neighbourhood filled with rich people
except us, parking lots packed with lambos
on tv, they showed rambo, my fatherfigure

cause i ain't never had one, he abandoned
the family early and found himself a new one
never did he show remorse, faith was a strange word
and when i visited my father, i felt strange there

like this strange word, believe me friend, i did fight
banging innerly, bloodpressure 180, kids gangs and spray cans
until i caught a psychosis, without even realizing
songs of my shadows, and i grew myself a plumage, like birds

when i flew out of the window, and didn't notice the danger
third floor, big shock, well ---
but not one broken bone, yeah: tizzop's angel had spoken;
and i fell in love with a girl, summer holiday *** and some ****

soon, i was looking for god, and prayed without hands, in my head,
in my dreams and the soul, i was spraying on walls, didn't know boundaries
so the cuffs were clicking, so my luck had to line up

and i scratched lyrics into the walls of this dump they call joint
finally became a tree with branches, wrote new raps every night
working out like crazy, punched my hands into walls
just like oldboy, then i became steel, endlessly tough

as my lucky number, this eight
tizzops became more popular, but never an other
For My Frippin' Memories
Eve K Aug 2020
There's a man whose snoring next to me.
He's not my husband or my man.
But he is still there, snoring next to me.
Where did he come from, I wonder where.
He breathes in and out, soft sounds next to me.
The windows closed, he didn't come in through there.
Twitches his arm and leg right next to me
What a weird night, for a snoring man
To appear as I wake, just right next to me.
Bizarre!! Bizarre! I do say bizarre!
The sleeping man still next to me
Where do I go, what do I do?
With the snoring man right next to me.
Edward Clyde Aug 2020
The lavender pie he swiped from the tables
gave way to many creating tall fables

they ran down the corridor, looking for more
giggling and romping until they were sore

running through the library and lush gardens proper
leaving behind nothing but messes to topper

he and his friends saw no end in sight
until one of the staff gave them a terrible fright

"you'll leave The Gem Hotel with nothing but haste
before I send for the constable to come and lambaste"

it seems peering eyes had thrown things awry
when the dishwasher had seen him pilfer the pie

they hid in a room, large and ornate
so large in fact, they could not berate
as the echoes of the mob could be heard from their gait
their fates to be held by a simple-something they ate

the friction was taught, so tight it could tear
until one of them noticed a phone behind a chair

"quickly, I have a plan" he said and rung the front desk
ring
"we bewail our actions, were nothing but pests"
"meet us out front and we'll put this to rest"
"How will we know this isn't a test to best?"
"I'll be in the window with no other guests"
clink

So he stood in the 2nd story window with defiant disruption
as the crowd who had gathered went into full bore eruption

cheers and wails a mixed bag of admiration
as rumors of the scamps had swirled from the situation

his friends slipped outside as he looked up at the sky
"All of this over a little purple pie?"

*jump
This is a poem built from a book I'm writing called lavender. The story takes place in a grand hotel and follows the misadventures of a motley crew.
Simon Aug 2020
Friendship is like an eternally spinning ferris wheel lasting seemingly forever, because it doesn't know when to actually stop! It knows for certain (when to stop). Only when based upon the choices made by the one's who are eternally tied by fates literal "knot of joy"! This literal knot of joy that fate demands friendship compatibilities upon is entirely unparalleled to something that was even given a choice to begin with. Meaning when an everyday common ferris wheel doesn't know when to stop... It's because fate designed the one who then designed the very invention of the very ferris wheel to give off the impression of a never-ending fated knot of joy! A testament to the joy one enjoys within their own "little friendship circle". Utterly bonded by a knot full of joy that's fated to last for an eternity! Except there's one entire catch here.... While it is in fact true an everyday common ferris wheel was literally made to go on and on, without so much as a (push of a button) made to seemingly stop otherwise. It's actually given to the push of the button of that very choice both guarded and decided upon the very individual who made that very choice to begin with. And who is also in a never-ending fated knot of joy within an entirely different individual besides yourself.
Conclusion... So in the end, it is choice upon one's very decision to (first and foremost) act against. Which is the breaking of fates very will to act accordingly to it's very "strategic" design, in order to see a never-ending source full of joy bonded by a single knot lasting for eternity through...towards the very end!
Then you hear whispers between the one who made that choice to begin with and their unsuspecting seemingly "significant other" who is tide deep into fates never-ending "knot of joy"! The one who made the choice politely asked, "how long do you think this whole thing (between us both will last for")...? The unsuspecting significant other responded in kind, "I'm not exactly sure... Forever if possible"?!
This poem is again about a very "special" individual of mine! What do you suppose would happen if something were to last essentially...forevermore?! Would you act accordingly in kind??? Or fully dispute your claims on the desire to not agree within a system that's revoked your entire decisions, properly (for the better)?!
Nidhi Jaiswal Aug 2020
''CURRENT''
What's a beautiful name only to hear ''CURRENT''
But when we experienced it
Than
We really understand how beautiful it is.


"CURRENT" describes "motion in the ocean"
Today i move in such ocean
I feel "OCEAN"is not made for me it is for diver..

In physics language
Current is rate of flow of charge through conductor
opposite to the flow of electron
In my language
current is rate of flow of charge through any object
may be humans too
and direction of our movement.

😂😂😂
Just for fun i write few line based on my experience.
Thoughts comes on my mind an i write it on a page...
Thanks for reading.
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