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Unpolished Ink Nov 2020
I blame the rain

It has a ceaseless patter

A rhythm on the window and in my head

It stalls my words

Drowning them with sound

Stones that sink that great grey whale of my thoughts

Stilling his song into empty silence

No poems today

I blame it on the rain
Poems in short supply!
Unpolished Ink Oct 2020
I am having a rough time
In my head it's shut down season
for which there is no reason
and certainly no rhyme!
A bit jaded-I'm sure it will all come back
Orakhal Sep 2020
a thief takes that it believes it lacks
a thieved lacks that it believes can be taken
Max Neumann Aug 2020
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
sticking out my chest, ******* away all stress
albanians against serbs, greeks against turks

everything broken, everything in shards
but then comes Marissa, and she's calming me
i'm getting calm, getting calm, become
the old tizzop again, a ******* and thief

but everybody likes me, I remain --
tizzops, spreading fistfights like the Klitschko's
and I'm the most faithful, when I really feel love
not just talking about females, all my brothers

get nuttin but respect, their souls are wit me
most peeps live rushing lives, in our rushing times
they talk briefly, cause they don't know their inner
i'm not ridiculing them, cause they simply lack the words

they are lost and questions are flowing out of their ears
since they have no brothers or sisters to lean on
lifestyle like a frantic slalom, but I'm not wit 'em
putting stickers on the franchise, just to get by

I dominate every day; like the magic of the night
my raps are mania for me, me, and for me
cause I love and I have *** with my lyrics
forever being a chaser: where is Jason, baby?

without him, I won't make it through the night
life is infinity like eight, I feed you a knuckle sandwich
can you hear my c**k whistling? dem are *******-songz
straight out of my *****, suddenly millions of fanz
See this poem being rapped:

instagram.com: tizzops tizzight

facebook.com/tizzop.tizzight
Unpolished Ink Aug 2020
A dried out inkwell
An empty mind with no words
And a broken pen
Spriha Kant Aug 2020
A person with physical beauty lacking
insight is like a seashell without pearl.
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Aug 2020
First, let me make it clear that I believe Jesus was divine. But I also believe every human being on Earth is also divine, and that all creations in the infinite Cosmos are divine as well. Everything is divine, because the Supreme Being made everything, and in so doing, imbued everything with divinity. I have not been a member of an organized religion since I became an adult. I have not read the Bible. The Bible is about love. If it isn't, I don't want to read it;  if it is, then I've already read it. Love is what matters. Chapters and verses are superfluous, and using them are supercilious. So what about Jesus' cheeks? Didn't he say something like if someone hits you in the cheek, then turn your face a bit and let that someone hit you in your other cheek. So what was Jesus' message? His message was about love and loving. Jesus knew that if one acts out his/her pain on another, it is because that person, in all likelihood, had not been loved enough, if at all, during the his/her earliest of years;  consequently, that person was in a chasm of unconscious, unspeakable pain, which ineluctably manifests itself in acts ranging from unkindness to killing. One's behavior can be at the least rough and uncaring and at the worst murderous, if that person was never loved. His/her personhood, on the other hand, is always divine. Jesus was so prescient he understood this for what is was:  a human being acting violently because that human being was in a miasma of unconscious pain for lack of love. So turn your other cheek. It is an act that signals the truth that that interaction, and all similar interactions, are different only by degree, not by kind. The only real antidote to violence is love. But to love, you must first be loved. The Supreme Being knows this. Jesus knew this. And it is way past time for humanity to know this.

Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet, a novelist, and a human-rights advocate his entire adult life.
I S A A C Jul 2020
Is it that difficult, that much of a task
to think of me and text back?
Is your lifestyle so complex, that you cannot even spare a sec
Because it seems to be me giving. giving
And then I give some more
But you treat my existence as a chore

Do you wait for me to text?
Do you lay up in your bed, rereading the messages sent?
How much space do I consume in your head?

For me, it is easy to see the juxtaposition
I never thought you would put me in this position
To have to beg and plea for your attention on me

So I just move on like I usually do because everything good has to fall apart
So I embrace the impermanence of it all
Orakhal Jun 2020
There
be no lack
most be asking for less
by not allowing more

all creation
be claimed
thru resonance of body
in accord with desire
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