#expressyourself - Hello Poetry

I used to be a different man, bent and mad, Until a spiritual awakening, rude enough to shake a man, Forced my hand to take the driver's seat, To tackle my reality. Full force is what it takes to move snakes from the grass, Every path you tread should never be the last. Know that even when it snows or slows, It shows you weren't putting on a show, Because you made it past every single one of your episodes. I had to cut her loose, even though her caboose could move a moose, My knuckles are bruised from doing too much Bruce Lee to Richard. ***** you surprised? You think if I knew I could rap like this, I'd keep the disguise. I euthanized the part of me that used to think Part of me was incomplete, Now I'm into pottery and quietly winning the lottery. Pardon me, the oceans parted for me long ago. If there's anything that you know that I don't, would you rehearse it? Sometimes I feel that I've been cursed With enough knowledge to have been bathed in the Lazarus Pit eternally. I yearn for thee to come forth, He who believes could spit better. Ever since I learned to read, I had to see what they didn't want me to see. It's deceit really to have been withheld from intimacy. I mastered the art of plastering smiles through the anguish. I'm an insane human who's come to disrupt the English language. I'm fascinated by plains, dames, fractals, diamonds, societal changes, and women. I grew up listening to mad rappers and what churches called sinning, But I knew what was meant for me from the very beginning.

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Jan 12, 2024

Jan 12, 2024 at 9:37 PM UTC

ainnoot

instrumental

I used to be a different man, bent and mad, Until a spiritual awakening, rude enough to shake a man, Forced my hand to take the driver's seat, To tackle my reality. Full force is what it takes to move snakes from the grass, Every path you tread should never be the last. Know that even when it snows or slows, It shows you weren't putting on a show, Because you made it past every single one of your episodes. I had to cut her loose, even though her caboose could move a moose, My knuckles are bruised from doing too much Bruce Lee to Richard. ***** you surprised? You think if I knew I could rap like this, I'd keep the disguise. I euthanized the part of me that used to think Part of me was incomplete, Now I'm into pottery and quietly winning the lottery. Pardon me, the oceans parted for me long ago. If there's anything that you know that I don't, would you rehearse it? Sometimes I feel that I've been cursed With enough knowledge to have been bathed in the Lazarus Pit eternally. I yearn for thee to come forth, He who believes could spit better. Ever since I learned to read, I had to see what they didn't want me to see. It's deceit really to have been withheld from intimacy. I mastered the art of plastering smiles through the anguish. I'm an insane human who's come to disrupt the English language. I'm fascinated by plains, dames, fractals, diamonds, societal changes, and women. I grew up listening to mad rappers and what churches called sinning, But I knew what was meant for me from the very beginning.

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I am fire and brimstone paint me witch and burn me with your insecurities Hang me high on a limb let me be a warning tell them what becomes of little girls with big ideas with loud mouths and unusual expressions show them what it means to be creative how to paint with innocent blood and call it justice Wipe us out as quick as you can Recognize us by the magic inside or the devil you see in our smiles drive us out before there are more of us But there will always be more of us For most of us still live in the shadows Still fear for our lives But oh, us courageous few stubborn with pride in our quirks will never die. Try as you might, slaughtering us by the dozens, we will remain an unwavering memory an example for those in the shadows ready to come out and take our place.

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Oct 31, 2018

Oct 31, 2018 at 4:39 PM UTC

hannah-thomasf7

Witches don't die

I am fire and brimstone paint me witch and burn me with your insecurities Hang me high on a limb let me be a warning tell them what becomes of little girls with big ideas with loud mouths and unusual expressions show them what it means to be creative how to paint with innocent blood and call it justice Wipe us out as quick as you can Recognize us by the magic inside or the devil you see in our smiles drive us out before there are more of us But there will always be more of us For most of us still live in the shadows Still fear for our lives But oh, us courageous few stubborn with pride in our quirks will never die. Try as you might, slaughtering us by the dozens, we will remain an unwavering memory an example for those in the shadows ready to come out and take our place.

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It's impossible to say, and I constantly try to show it... but I love you all. Life is the ocean tide and Facebook is the self-conceited diary. I ,I, I. Hardly a we, and when it is.... it's superficial and parasitic, heart ruining. Imploding dreams and realities. Exponentially increasing the chlostrophobia until feelings are mythology, just out of reach. Inside eyesight, while unknowingly molding, forming , defining an illusion you can FEEL. Consuming everything you love with a death-touch while you fight the inevitable. It might be the self-loathing talking BUT, it continues to make you a better person regardless of self.Too much to rant I wish it was centuries ago and words mattered...good or bad night to you. If it fits, wear it, embrace it. Be better. Started happy, ended sad...which made me laugh because it's ALWAYS back and forth whether you're in the fight or not, which you should be. Keep on keeping on, love you all.

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Oct 23, 2018

Oct 23, 2018 at 12:22 AM UTC

Travis92TJV

Everyone Else

It's impossible to say, and I constantly try to show it... but I love you all. Life is the ocean tide and Facebook is the self-conceited diary. I ,I, I. Hardly a we, and when it is.... it's superficial and parasitic, heart ruining. Imploding dreams and realities. Exponentially increasing the chlostrophobia until feelings are mythology, just out of reach. Inside eyesight, while unknowingly molding, forming , defining an illusion you can FEEL. Consuming everything you love with a death-touch while you fight the inevitable. It might be the self-loathing talking BUT, it continues to make you a better person regardless of self.Too much to rant I wish it was centuries ago and words mattered...good or bad night to you. If it fits, wear it, embrace it. Be better. Started happy, ended sad...which made me laugh because it's ALWAYS back and forth whether you're in the fight or not, which you should be. Keep on keeping on, love you all.

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My summer palette If it were perfect Would consist of... 47 gum drop 45 tangerine twist 53 sour blast 36 thin mint 24 tranquility 97 frosted 21 cotton candy 22 not-aye girl 38 alien 18 powerline 11 black cherry 66 kool-aid 49 calabria 71 mochi 02 mocha 01 solar beam 52 stellar 41 rusty 13 always October 17 honeycrisp 55 sun-kist 99 starburst And I would wear this palette Proudly For it is me A little always October in me And in love with a sunset Hopeless romantic Who hasn't reached love yet So I reach for stars And solar eclipse And run miles up and down Thin lanes of traffic Chasing dreams All while wearing my palette Proud

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May 8, 2018

May 8, 2018 at 2:19 PM UTC

SuperBean9

Summer palette

My summer palette If it were perfect Would consist of... 47 gum drop 45 tangerine twist 53 sour blast 36 thin mint 24 tranquility 97 frosted 21 cotton candy 22 not-aye girl 38 alien 18 powerline 11 black cherry 66 kool-aid 49 calabria 71 mochi 02 mocha 01 solar beam 52 stellar 41 rusty 13 always October 17 honeycrisp 55 sun-kist 99 starburst And I would wear this palette Proudly For it is me A little always October in me And in love with a sunset Hopeless romantic Who hasn't reached love yet So I reach for stars And solar eclipse And run miles up and down Thin lanes of traffic Chasing dreams All while wearing my palette Proud

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My mind is like a griddle on which inspiration sizzles; I let it gently fry and turn it over so neither side will get burnt. I’ve gotta cook it slow and steady – and better wait until it’s ready cause there’s a lesson I’ve learnt from times before; from when it looked all cooked and tasty but its insides were still raw so the inspiration was wasted leaving my imagination insatiated, somewhat unsatisfied and sore. So this time I let it fry, on the griddle of my mind Until it’s done right to the middle So I know that when I whittle down into its many drooling layers the plentiful things waiting there will be the rich juices of words, rhythm and rhyme.

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Jul 9, 2017

Jul 9, 2017 at 1:59 PM UTC

u31_46_Alb

Sizzling Inspiration

My mind is like a griddle on which inspiration sizzles; I let it gently fry and turn it over so neither side will get burnt. I’ve gotta cook it slow and steady – and better wait until it’s ready cause there’s a lesson I’ve learnt from times before; from when it looked all cooked and tasty but its insides were still raw so the inspiration was wasted leaving my imagination insatiated, somewhat unsatisfied and sore. So this time I let it fry, on the griddle of my mind Until it’s done right to the middle So I know that when I whittle down into its many drooling layers the plentiful things waiting there will be the rich juices of words, rhythm and rhyme.

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