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Viseract Aug 2016
Rollin up at school
Mates and I loving to fool
Graffiti on the walls
Bullies decking the halls
An out-of-place Christmas
Dis this ***** I'll dish licks for spits
Revenge counteracted and counters counteract
Mother ******* follow law of Chemistry: react
And that's that, it's a fact
Evil reigns supreme
I'm evil too yet Devils be
Hating on me
You see?

There's no justice just depression
No real law just suppression
It's hard to imagine
That a devils invention
Is invested in protection
Law
And Order for Chaos
Does it work?
Nope
I walk down the street see six ******* blazing dope
Walk into school toilets and herb is in the air
******* blow smoke in teachers ears
They don't care
There's no prayer to save those so gone
The world is a cruel place and erases those when they are alone

So we band together
Rule of strength and defence
Is for us altogether
Never sharing secrets in our minds we be keeping
We stay awake to 8 past 8 in the morning, no sleeping
No rest for the wicked
I guess I'm just sick of *******
Because every lyric I spit
Falls ******* deaf ears
Still listening?

I reminisce blue skies
That I see through crystal clear tears
No solution or absolution to resolve this malicious premonition
The worlds in despair
No repair
Disrepair
Fire flashing embers swirl and smoke is in the air

We destroy and conquer and thrive off death
Fighting others killing hope until we pass our final breath
If this is a test
God we failed
Eons ago
I'd like to rest peacefully now
If you don't mind
I just want you to know
Action brings reaction, reaction brings pain
Don't question the truth
It's ruthless but we ****** in the brain
Insane
Now if you don't mind
I got business to attend to
And a brand new life to find
Or a new rap to recite

We're doomed, we failed,
Good didn't prevail
Evil conquered long ago
And sanity set sail

To somewhere better,
Perhaps another land
Maybe there peace and hope
Is something people understand

And prosper from it
A spitfire rap ahaha. But seriously. We ****** up good
Viseract Aug 2016
Wake me up I'm falling
Stuttering and stalling
With nowhere to run, and no place to hide
A beast deep inside,
Is rising

Rise, like a tidal wave
Rise, to every lie they gave
Rise, for it is your time,
To slay all these haters with power of rhyme

Freedom of expression helps fight depression...

Moment of silence
On an empty stomach
Then comes a rumble
At the smell of apple pie crumble

Moon is out of this world
Annie is our favourite girl
I hope no-one else sees this
And starts singing about my *****

****** mind in a slaughter house
Anti-Ducks about this life
But with a Kiwi accent if I may
Tis "Anti-Ducks about this life"

We went outside,
Still high
Decided to munch and play games
Forgot our phones outside

Smash the boundaries,
Tear down the walls
Won't stop tearing
Til' we seen Ben's *****

Break down barriers,
Smack 'em down
Walking past ducker-*******
Delirious like a clown

Smiling all the way
With a crazy little laugh
On this spectacular journey
Into the past

It's time to get to the end of this family rhyme
We all pitched in with whatever we could find
It's beautiful and grand, a real sight to see
This Mafia family of mine

It's our time our life
Crazy running red lights
Grand stand, stage band time to curtain call
But it never ends, we fam!

(Tight!)

*Annie's the funniest girl
Her hair blazes like sunset
But she keeps talking about my *****
I mean seriously...
She done yet???
Poetic mafia family collab. Thanks all! This is the funny stuff we come up with. JOIN US, DUCK HATERS!!!
Cerasium Aug 2016
Locks of fire
Flowing in the wind
Free in spirit
Jailed in body

Caged phoenix
Waiting for peace
Thou cage is broken
Yet here you still remain

Drown your fears
No water can dowse thy flame
For in this world of fire
No rain can fall on thee
Leigh Marie Aug 2016
I can't tell who ruined us
perhaps it's foolish to think
that it's not over
not yet cause  
we built a story and
called it home
Though maybe there were two stories
and we were on different floors but
when the whole house crumbled
we still ended up laying there
on the dirt
together
Phoenixes ready to
live and love again
even after you covered us in oil and I lit the match
Alan S Bailey Jul 2016
I get out of my tent and brave the crisp frigid air,
The crystal clear skies all but beckon to me,
I see into forever an envisioned trance of stare,
This is the endless realm that was here for all to see.
Every last star sparkling,  Orions belt,
Even small stars are clearly set in stone,
To see what was beyond the unknown
Or how it all made sense the way I only felt alone,
To others so vain who want to do nothing but rob,
Rob her of creations, of all of her treasures, to make
Away with precious truths, take away what's
Left of the mysterious innocent love and pleasures.
To see her coming back to life like a sparkling
Phoenix rising in that gorgeous night sky,
This is what it means to be here, grasping this flash light,
Heading for a dark enough place so I can be farthest from
The blaring bright man-made light,
In a moment one can only imagine why
There is such an open loving sky,
In a world of death and decay, of war and hate,
Of madness, still innocence here remains. So alive...
To see the beginning of the end, to see all this
Under the vast and endless night sky, sparkling
Like glittering gems in her adventurous, playful eyes.
storm siren Jul 2016
Lace up my throat
With lace and chains.

Bind my heart in place
With the finest cashmere yarn
And life-******* ivy.

Secure my feet
To the ground
with rusted nails
And silk thread.

But you cannot clip my wings,
For my feathers have grown to be
Made of carbon
That your dull steel sword
Cannot hinder nor damage.

My wings cannot be clipped
Any longer,
For your iron sword,
As sharp as your tongue,
Cannot and will not
Graze my feathers.

I was born to burn,
I have learned to rise.
To put it simply,
With a Bluebird I'll fly.
Hey look i kinda rhymed a little wow
Cynthia Jean Jul 2016
an unexpected source of beauty

nothing is ever wasted

beautiful things can come from the ashes...like the phoenix

cj 2016
as my grandmother used to say...waste not , want not
Viseract Jul 2016
I'm a poet, beatboxer,
Gamer, Expert procrastinator
Hated
Loved
But not loved by you apparently.

You
Who sits behind the screen like a little *****,
Makes your profile private
So I can't respond to things like
"Exactly what I'd expect a 16 year old little ***** to say"
You only make me mad by your nature
Probably a 50 year-old ******* and troll
Who gets off by taunting younger ones
Because he's too much of a **** to pick on someone
His own size and age,
Having no friends or relatives that love him
Nobody that respects the ******* he is
Probably does drugs
Dropped out of school the year he learnt the word "****"
Didn't follow much of a lifestyle
Blew kids off for twenty bucks
I mean, money is money
Shares his mothers basement with twelve cousins,
Male and female,
That he ***** on the daily
The only action he really gets
And when they aren't there
Climbs out of his trollhole
To **** with the wrong people

They call me Phoenix
Because I roast beats
And pedophiles
Like yourselves

You got a reaction
Question is,
Was it what you expected?
I just laughed when I saw the hate
Marquis Green Jun 2016
Draw into the hope of a missing river,
Forever forgetting forever isn't for everyone.
I wish I had another choice in the city full of choices,
I wish I had another city in the world full of cities.
I see these cities as see through seas untamed by those who see me as an uncalmable tide.
At the midnight calling, I become uncontrollable.
Like the statue, I collect and decay through natural forces,
Like the status,
I force nature to collect and decay.
Poetic justice,
No this just is poetic.
Moments put into words that give rise to the false trigger of five senses that the consensus claims can't be sensed through anything but reality.
The dream through words escapes the world in which limits are locked to five senses.
Nonsense to university,
No sense to individuality.
This creates the individual.
And their spirit lives in the flow of the Phoenix song,
Lamented in the night air.
Sheila J Sadr May 2016
On days like this,
I am more thank you
than apology.
More welcome party
than goodbye affair.

On days like this,
men can't shut my voice
into a casket.
No person can sift my heart
into a dustpan.

On days like this,
my voice is gospelled choir
a hopeful tune
My heart refuses to unsing
a joyous song.

On days like this,
I am phoenix
brushing cinder
off infant wings.
I am honey
to your honeysuckle.
I am bowing apex
off a tidal wave.
I am fresh picked book
opening up
to new hands.

On days like this,
I am no ocean
with finite shores.
I am skyline.
I am boundless
beginning.
I rewrite.
I renew.
I begin again.
April 17, 2016 // 11:50 PM
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