#slick
oil slicked skin, smothering sunbeams
when did we get so far?
once upon a kin, could we do it again?
soaking up your energy like a sponge
been waiting on your remedy for too long
i have been too strong, waiting for the one
May 22, 2023
May 22, 2023 at 8:29 AM UTC
You drink
You drive
And ruthlessly try
To have a good time
Down slicken oil streets
Pavement like a pistol
To my temple, meets
The cure to my cancer
And the answer
To my every problem
Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 10:41 PM UTC
Abandoned under the guise of self-sacrifice
How many times have you told these lies
A wonder to behold in your own right
Latching on, holding tight
I was lost the moment I got in your sights
A silver tongue with unmatched wit
Even the most dominant would submit
To your linguistic lashings
Skilled in verbal maneuvers and molding minds
You reveled in being one of a kind
Sly, and slick, smooth and quick
Your trick was finding what made me tick
You made me yours, then slipped away
I was your toy, begging to play
But then you were done; tired I suppose
You disappeared, to where..god only knows
You played the martyr, a victim, a pawn
Suddenly all of your power was gone
I know better, but I still feel incomplete
The flavor of erasure is so bittersweet
Jun 3, 2020
Jun 3, 2020 at 3:33 PM UTC
Rip me apart
and cart me off
to somewhere unknown
Cut through the top
plunge fingers deep
disgusting, wet, and slick
Rip out the innards
make hollow
for your own pleasure
Unmoving
it sits and waits
for the rest to come
The carving
the face always
comes out ugly
At last
light the fire
and watch it glow
In the bright flames
of a dark night
they'll be left there
Until they're rotting
scrape up the remains
and dump the body
Oct 20, 2019
Oct 20, 2019 at 10:36 PM UTC
I can see
in the way
that you move
alluring
seductive
and so pure
that for me
you will be
big trouble
I can feel
when you move
in that way
the demon
take over
gracefully
he sways me
enchanted
towards you
For the way
that you move
so freely
I can't help
but to stare
you seen it
and I knew
how you moved
was for me
Mar 16, 2019
Mar 16, 2019 at 12:54 AM UTC
The Comeback snapped the ball
and looked desperately for somebody open--
I stood in the endzone
franticallywaving my
handsjumping
sporadicallyyy
HEY! I'M OPEN!!!
With an eye-roll hardly concealed
within a muddy helmet,
he begrudgingly tossed me the ball--
The buzzer sounded
and the fourth quarter ended
just as the ball was in my sweaty clutch--
But the visiting team had already clapped
each other on the backs and
my team waited for me in the
locker room
smelly and defeated.
Alas, I was the most distressed,
standing on the field alone
with the winning boon
a moment
too late.
Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 10:16 PM UTC
Shall I be a chameleon?
In a way that
Makes observers sick,
Shall I uncunningly
Side the slick?
Shall I optimize my chance
Echoing both
The good or wrong stance
Of who by unfair means
Seized the rein of power
And hence benefits
Will not be loath
On me to shower?
A chameleon,
Reflecting my surrounding
Shall I be
Self serving
As it has become
Nowadays a common thing?
Shall I be an ermine ?
Keeping my professional
And self integrity
And cleanliness
True to my conscious
To the extent of
Facing an unfolding adverse
Shall I distance
My self
From being
A false witness
On my colleagues
And neighbours?
Oct 1, 2015
Oct 1, 2015 at 4:32 AM UTC
Some dim witz, try and talk slick; I'll flip the linquistics on these limp biscuits, like it’s No body’s Business, for instance; these lyrics throw bricks at ****** that write lyrics like bones and sticks; you barely hear it, and nothing sticks. So I will put it like this; my pen dragging is a lyrical assist of my mind management that coexists with an untapped abyss capable of slick rap antics, with acrobatics, sick enough to spit dope **** to a fiend and crack addicts; the flow problematic; semi-automatic with the flips, and a-wrist-to-go craft it; now your verbal way; above average. I’m on a roll; way a head of the class ***** My Style switch like a buy chic; trying Bi **** and she 5'6 six with some nice **** kissing a ginger, same height, both wearing tights- I like it. Funny how things *** together; Good-night. Its not over; I'd like-to get it started, get it right. You like the way I write, you should see me when I am right. Now, drunk off wine coolers and sprite; and my buds' light; so everyting is gonna to be aright. Prepared for one hell of a fight; writers block, get's a hook, then a right; then in the a.m. I am, out for the night. my word play, ******* with my sight- translation, I will be so tired in the morning, the morning will be my night.
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 12:40 AM UTC
Switch
It
Around
Spiral
Up
Side
Down
Right
Side
Up
Down
Spiral
Around
It
Switch
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 8:34 PM UTC