#corrosive
I’d rather not rhyme
perhaps you’ve noticed
i mean, it happens sometimes
but it's not something on which I’m focused.
in my opinion
rhyme is corrosive,
distracting, unattractive
and absolutely the grossest
Sure, Shakespeare may have rhymed
but are we sure he wasn’t AI?
I wasn’t at the globe
I wasn’t with him at home.
Were his royal plots fake news?
Maybe his ladies weren’t all shrews,
- did Trinculo actually lick a shoe?
I don’t know, but let’s not crown rhyme
in all our designs, as desirable all the time.
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A song for this:
IDGAF by Dua Lipa [E]
Change My Mind by The Motels
Mar 29
Mar 29, 2026 at 11:47 AM UTC
I had it yelled at me once, "you don't even know what love is!"
At first the accusation put me on the defensive
But the examples to me of laugh, love, live
Has always been top tier corrosive, a wildly destructive narrative
©2024
Jun 21, 2024
Jun 21, 2024 at 10:33 PM UTC
An alternate universe
I created in my mind
to see reality in reverse.
Where stupid tyranny
is just a laughing matter
and serious chatter
only carefree pink irony.
Oh, what would I do
without this corrosive
intoxicating glue.
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 10:27 AM UTC
I sold the one thing I should not,
Some thing I had not.
I traded nothing, in exchange for
writing my own life's script.
I was instantly granted
each and every wish;
I corrosively imagined
I had seen through the mist.
When I found out that
who I advocated was
what's in the details,
I stole the one thing I should,
What I had sold.
Since that meant
I'd steal nothing,
I got back my soul.
Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 10:55 PM UTC
i am mine i am mine i am mine i am mine i am mine before i am anybody else’s i will swear up and down but you and i both know that’s not ******* true i am still yours i will always be yours because no shower can scald you from my skin no amount of scrubbing can take away the poison you’ve breathed into me
your ghost lives in my favourite music and i don’t wanna talk to you i don’t wanna listen to you
no i won’t listen to you anymore
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 5:44 AM UTC
You stick fingers between my
Dried bones, concealing
The dark organs
Contaminated,
Oozing,
Nauseating
Stench radiates from within
But you see beauty where only
Decay breathes forth from
lungs that exhale particles
Of death, but you breath in
All I expel, your talons encroach
Upon this lump still
Beating,
Blackness,
Haemorrhaging
Concealed nectar of death running
through what flesh on bones remain.
Her talons of nail dig in,
I feel if for a moment something
Other than death,
She lacerates it,
"As black secretes forth"
My love erodes
Flesh upon her fingers
As she tastes the nectar
Blistering her throat away
We both felt it for a moment,
"Love was bled"
"Love was tasted"
Even in darkness there is
"Love"
"We paid a heavy price"
As the heart dissolved us away.
But we were in darkness and love freed us for
That moment, now our spirits together
Solidified for eternity,
A blade fashioned for those who cant take
The pain of love,
"To bled it upon the blade"
For it will feed on that emotion
For it was called the
"Eclipsed twilight"
Where light was momentary,
But could still evoke that feeling
"But love is eternal"
Its can never be bled out fully
Love once tasted in light or darkness
Never really fades away.
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 2:51 PM UTC