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Cyclone Dec 2019
Your crown beauty was never truly your only Lucy, you rocking smoothly through other duties, your songs and movies, what we cruelly will claim is groovy is only cruelty, if it's stressed that it's our best while still resuming, presumed a cutie, this was a bully that came to fool me, now just consuming what hummed as crooning explodes to booming, looming and zooming for blooming will only turn to pruning, the past Lucy seduced me, introduce me loosely.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Depict a man's position as conflicted if he feels convicted, but do we listen to his fiction if it changed positions, his use of diction hit precision when I saw his vision, so do I question his condition if he feels it's instant?, there's no solidity if misery will pity thee, sinner's hostility will draw inner facility, false innocence embedded left him when his heart had said it, so let his guiltiness unfold if his soul was dreaded.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Sarcastic automatic habits was savage, my balance crashing, through the fabric bound to cause havoc cause no one has it, so can I last it, if not elastic, must stash the classic, and get recycled like waste of plastic, and trash the drastic, fantastic as solo casts it sociopathic I've received, so as I rap it, you better cap it before I bleed, if left to conceive, one believes he's relieved, despite he never leaves cause the freeze froze his keys.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Imperative, life's really your narrative, don't share it but you still have to bear with it, caught cases when I labeled despair with it, but embraced it when I stayed and had faired with it, in a cage, and I knew I'd beware of it, but I aged, gained patience and stared in it, understand GOD'S plan and care of it, because it molds and holds your narrative.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Charging on my visa cause an idea was just a cheater, funny how I claim my finances was my new leader, pleasant to meet ya mister preacher, come on challenge readers, instead of trying to make us feel good, try to make us seek the, truth behind the church, it hurts when we know the worse, so put us first before I burst, and end up in a hearse, know that it's hard to teach some with your visual, look at me, I'm just a self made individual, better judged as a criminal that blows and punishes his family, situations facing tracing with the inner man in me, this insanity, is ramming me with loose cannons, affecting more than just my health, it brought a greater famine, of me just somewhat standing lost in the imagery, that I need riches for these stitches, ******* feeling me!, really they peeling me!, they know they got me in they bubble, they're grouped up in huddles further bringing me the struggle, put me in the puddle, baptize is the only answer, need to induce an inner truce before I die of cancer, the devil's plague, it is opaque, I need to see, the greater truth behind myself before I'm questioning the whole sermons vermin.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Exposing my focus on doses posing threats with passion, effect of a multiple strength menace getting what he's asking, all that's happening is action it fuels the ghettos, witness the start of a sacred empire that builds like Lego's, and what I say so, "Decrease the payroll!", controls the minds of people in my time that won't invade so, I'll never trade for, a number zero who thinks he's hero, he **** with me though, I squash his ego, like a mosquito, head to my feet soaked, in your deposits, profits stashed in every closet, look how you visualize my knowledge margins big in sizes, so with this knowledge, I claim your prizes, additions made all to my living, visions good as silence, won't taste no violence, cause fools are mindless, school my fools abusing rules, so my servants mind this, and know my logic.
Cyclone Dec 2019
The wise man knew my eyes seductions, sparking wild eruptions, could it be he studied how I function, all those ones I'm ******* over, now the clover has struck magic now it's tragic scenes, now he smirks as I get worse, the havoc that this has now means, I can't trust myself, can't even look at me, the evil stares, blares up and down the stairs, flares, no one even cares, it tears through my heart, and now I'm torn apart, these spears are sharp, given to my soul cause I was heartless it's hard to start this caring through my heart.
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