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Emma Apr 29
You feel the burning within, no?
The festering of your morality?
There is nothing so infinitesimal as the meaning of your existence.
But don’t despair, child.
Fear is a construct of your own mind.
Will you conquer it? Or will you die like a dog?
Better to leave this world covered in blood than in tears.
Smear your shame on a canvas and call it art
When we all know that you cannot capitalize on your suffering
But I ask, do not stop
Watching you walk the fine line between reason and madness is tantalizing

I know you hate me, love.
I can feel your anger seethe from your body and ooze out of every pore.
Your mind rots from the fermenting emotions inside.
You want to carve me open.
Watch wine spill on the floor, coating everything in a sickly shade of red.
Shatter the glasses and pierce your skin
Blood is so bright, a stark contrast to the black and white nature of our vision
Splatter the walls in red, just to have something organic decorating your walls
Show the world the artist you are
Paint your face in your medium
Pick up your brush
Tears in your eyes, blurring your view
Can you finish the task?
Will you survive outside of this world?
Can you escape your own decay?

But it is getting late.
The sun is setting on many things, and you don’t have much time.
You cannot **** me in any way that matters, so stop trying.
I will always be with you.
A guide. Mapping the void for you.
So do not fret, dear.
Your soul will be dealt with the hour is right.
No god can save you from the fate I have in store for you.
Donna Jun 2018
Puffing up there skirts
Happy trees look forward to
A summertime ball
I went out driving with my dean today and the weather is beautiful as well as the trees ,,simply awesome **
Aa Harvey Apr 2018
Kawehi : Part One


I believe in you with all of my robot heart.
From the first time I heard your sound, my mind was sent so far;
Throughout space and time, there goes my mind!
To a place I had always wanted to find and with you I have arrived.


Oh my Goddess, you rock!
Play that funky beat and watch my jaw drop!
Oh so cool; you’re so new school.
Capable of anything; mix it up and change all the rules.


Press those buttons, you are so switched-on,
To a new style of music; to another style of song.
So robotic, so electronic;
Take their music and simply re-write and improve upon it.


Kawehi is so far above any other female bands I have heard;
If I could only listen to three bands,
It would be Nine Inch Nails, Marilyn Manson and Her.
I have found my soul, it is sat happily listening to you;
All your songs sound amazing and your voice is so in tune and so true.


The way you take a song and make is yours,
Inspires me to try to show you what is mine.
These are my words; I want to hear yours on tour.

I want to believe I have found my place to be heard.
In front of you, on my knees, hands aloft;
We are not worthy!  Of a sound so pure.


You make the music become better and without a mistake,
You sing so beautifully, that you bring a smile to my sad face.
You have stolen my heart in your own special way;
I could never do you justice with my words,
But I hope you are here to stay.


I see a star through my telescope and you are flying high.
Closer brought me to you, when love had never been so far away.
Let me clone you, so I can have a love of my own,
With your all-seeing eyes.
Such a beautiful place to be; inside that mind of yours.
Beauty personified; you leave me amazed.  It is you I adore.


Go make a song with Trent, for that would be music to my ears;
If I was able to make music, I would make it with you.

I would have, could have, should have,
Been listening to your music for years!
But now, at last, I have found your music;
So I have found my new love, spoken by a woman I never knew.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Miss Clofullia Jun 2017
Last night I dreamt that Google
was celebrating me
through one of its doodles.

It was the simplest of them all,
the most ordinary and vanilla -
common as a rock, low-pitched with a cherry on top.

You clicked on it and it didn't have any answers.
It showed nothing.

No sound was added,
no funky animations,
no gamification.

Corny and simple.

I think they did a pretty good job in celebrating me.
SamBee Dec 2016
spend half the time ~zonin'~
the other half honin' skills
stack my thrills
******* laced
in your face
queens come first
but don't worry b,
you still a king to me
now sing for me
and trust me,
when I give love
it don't lack in lustin'
could be you me and cleo
folding out for a trio
now it's time to bust it
...

ohhhhhhhh
Think funkyyy
Leila Valencia Dec 2016
I'm a poet in my prime
Spiffing up my rhymes

I'm a legend can't you see
Only my words feel they spew to you and me

I'm a master at this connection!!!

My wonderful phrases
Creep into your heart
They pierce through like a dart
Shattering, mattering, caving a meaning
Keepin ya dreaming... beliving, comforting the soul!

Theese word like a bowl -- fill you up: with love, desire, the power to ignite!

I can only imagine what the rhymes in a singy-songy fashion
With fervor, power, and a burst of flaming passion turn up on paper

How they are presented by the maker

The writer, poet, artist of words - flowing, stringing tieing in the clarity with blurs

Creating a canvas that paints a moment through the feeling of words cascading by feeling, not structure

That sounds absurd, but these moments are momentous, in a passion of flury strung up in a phrase that summons the whole day

And the day has gone by, so has the year -- but I must keep rapping through poetry lyrics

I might not be as quick, fast, slick, or hip as some
With funky names, large persona, or partrying till we see the sun

I am a rapper of the moment in its purest sense -- of human nature and its surroundings through my philosophy, wisdom, passion, and emotions

I hope this year 2017, will acommadate this year's fast run
Rapping for 2017
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