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I know easy, You know difficult, I say, thank you, You say, grateful, You slumber, I Sleep. I wrote poem, You wrote verses. I stay humbled, You stay elated. You eat meals, I eat food. I say, tell me, You say, spill the tea. I say, attractive, You say, rizz. You hear vocabulary, I hear words. I say, you show off, You say, I flex. I say, How are you? You say, What's up, dude? You say, bussin, I say, good. I enjoy simplicity, You enjoy complexity.
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Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 11:15 AM UTC
Speech from Simplicity
I find everyday is either a challenge or a test with little too no time for rest No time to reflect so I digress No one there when I confess, only after a sneeze am I blessed Mocked and laughed at for simply making a mess that my life reflects Heart trying to beat out of my chest as I push through this bogus quest Win or lose, I can always count on another hardship coming up next Perplexed 'cause I can't tell if it's god or the devil trying to flex Guess they'd have to prove their existence first and not only at the exits But the names not Job, I will surrender to this hex, it's a guarantee, I've placed my Betts I will say this, I tried my best but don't think I should've ever been allowed to enter this contest Will go down as the perfect example of a bad contestant I didn't ask for this complex nonsense I'd be hard pressed to find any arguments to the contrary to try and digest But to fit into the mold that best reflects the rest, I speak of the witnessed hardships of my life in jest ©2024
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Jan 20, 2024
Jan 20, 2024 at 5:35 PM UTC
~•§•~ A Bad Contestant ~•§•~
he got the Gucci flops Supreme top Balenciaga bag Hermes chain Chanel sunglasses Louis Vuitton jacket Rolex on his wrist he looks A-list but does he have a heart?
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Jul 17, 2019
Jul 17, 2019 at 4:00 PM UTC
Icy
ive been depressed for years the flex is weird © Matthew Harlovic
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Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 11:09 PM UTC
but ok
You never really know how strong you are until you're alone, crying and forced to pick yourself up off the floor. That is when you can truly see how big your emotional muscles are and I promise they are bigger than you ever thought possible.
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May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 10:25 PM UTC
Flex
She sees me And steals my breath She reads me Before I know what's next She accepts me While I've been a reject She knows me Deeper than intimate *** She loves me To see passed my surface flex She holds me Until I can finally rest
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May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 1:31 AM UTC
Have you seen her?
Exhibiting the strength of the muscles of my mind the muscles of my thighs Strumming like the string of a kite Bend, work, appease, Move, tighten, tense, contract, Release
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Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 3:50 PM UTC
Flex
Barbells and principles Intensity through determination Shape leading to conditioning Veins with the muscle peak Creating just the right physique I have long to have muscles No relation to seafood mussels However, its nutrition with a name Looking for results being the aim I want a reflection that is my own body composition The idea is to be solid and strong Feeling muscular in where I belong A dynamite me For all to see My dreaming mind I am visualizing with all combined Muscles are just fine It takes years of perfection and that means time.
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Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 2:20 PM UTC
LOOKING FOR MUSCLES, BODYBUILDING BEING THE BLAME
Lips like fire, 
She scorches the town,
 Leaving Ashen faces as signs of her affection. Words like water, 
steaming the lines of reality into
 Smudged intentions. Spine in flex formation, 
She flips into memories, 
 Avoiding snags. Her brain in carefully curled spirals,
Dyed the intelligence that she deems fit. She plasters their words over the fragile 
 Threads that make her fly. She buries herself in reflections, 
Willing away anything unseemly mortal. Eyes like the plague,
 Infecting those who look too close. Hands like claws, 
 Engraving pleasure scars across 
Your form. Breathing in security from diluted sources,
 Traced with innocence and lust. She grows addicted. She looks in curiosity, 
 She hears the auto-tuned heartsong,
 She smells with weakening heart, 
 She feels the onset of withdrawal, She Bites
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May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 8:50 PM UTC
The Tale of Too Many Girls