"decypher" poems
I want to sip
the morning dew off
your body
Taste the honey
that collects on your goosebumps
I want to hear the raindrops
dangling from your skin
aching to roll
like a current
through your coral fingers
I want to trace
the sunlight
on your lips
that leave your warm kisses
on my neck
I want your nails licking my back
like hot steel
crashing against my frozen body
I want to run my fingers through
a curtain of your hair
Flowing freely in my palms
I want to drink the colour from it
I want to taste every word
through our kisses
And decypher
the secrets engraved on your tongue
I want to lift you up
with a single pinky finger
and encase you in hands
that feel like arms
I want to love you
like leaves carried in the wind
like the stars cradled in the sky
like your breath surging in my lungs
Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 5:40 PM UTC
Mumble Rappers be on something like:
"gotta bad b...she ain't be walking righ°..."
Double-dipping,
No-stopping
Frames-dropping,
No-clipping,
wutta glitchy sight ..
I've been sitting super stealthy cypher.
I've been running with my do-or-die fir.
[Careful]
I would die for what
What you would eye for
Cloudy with the red eye
Insight, eyesore
I swore, pops, that I'd be different
Spec ops man, Mine's been misting
Foggy froggy frothing
when I spit distance
3eyes shifting
2Split da difference
Any1 asking Meh:
How have I been getting....?
Guru Minds have been sitting
squarely as a cube in cypher
Make mah breathes for human
CubanS matter as I decypher :
Life is living truth
or daring to choose to live
or die for ...
Ai just a silly Scyth0r snipping sidebar sowings
stow no baggage. That's what I'd be towing.
Rats staining, stinging
pocked and potent.
Out of the Cabbage patch
that I've been growing
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Sorry to be blunt, man
.... it's a sour twist,
Undid the trap mode
went too lavish
>> the-Gentle-Ghost-o'-ghetto
hopes at most to let go,
Building out hell bricks
Pave- too -close -to -level<<
it's all in the mental,
in the same lane stack
Shake a Lil when treble trains track,
Shake, shake when the train track,
shake shake, shake when it trains
shake when the trains track.
I swear, it's not a bad tick.
Just bring the brains back.
It's not a bad tick. Just get the brains back
it's not a bad tick. The brains back~
just bring the brains back
bring the brains back
Bear with me. >>Music turned up.
Are the windows cracked?<<
..............Who should have brought the show...vel? And the WAXWHALESTACK.....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
Dec 9, 2023
Dec 9, 2023 at 12:28 PM UTC
A sprightly snail crawls,
etching a message as it moves;
cryptic conundrum.
Jan 15, 2017
Jan 15, 2017 at 1:05 PM UTC
A poem is only a poem,
words threaded into strings.
It has no purpose,
no cajoling,
no hidden desire to win.
They are mere lines of faulty judgement,
unripe thoughts,
born out of chaotic dreams,
spontaneous dreams.
Whimsical whims.
Whimsical whims.
Don't try to find a pretext in a poem,
you'll be awfully dissapointed.
There is no need to decypher the wording,
unriddle background conformity.
One doesn't intend by writing a poem,
to conqure hearts,
or accomplish a remarkable feat.
Poem doesn't need to be acknowledged,
it has own life to live.
A poem is the most pure gesture,
done with no implicit thought or vile intention.
It is a token of soul,
candid simplicity,
the most heartfelt conjecture.
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 11:24 PM UTC
you always walk quietly,
in behind me
conversation simply flowing
looking awkward toward me
ill pass to you
although we know
the truth
left hand long extended
smiling politely
always
smiling politely
some word meanings remain unknown
I do try to decypher
I can assure you
although im half asleep
when the conversation
is over
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 5:47 PM UTC
Started off by speaking of
how wonderful the evening was
the bottles were all dusty
but the morphine was a decent buzz
he slurred all of his words
but I think he kept on speaking of
cause’ he knew I was trying to decypher
what the meaning was
He said
It could be after this epiphany I’m finish
There’s no mystery in existence
the symmetry is consistent
and speaking of the symmetry consistent
how distant
is the difference in divinity
of every God that isn’t
Do you believe that there is a higher power
He said,
Well,
I doubt that there is a heaven
and I don’t believe in hell
but as far as higher power
I know many more than one
I mean I can’t imagine
anyone as mighty as the sun
They could built a bigger light
or light a bigger gun
but you can only run around it
so many laps until you're done.
You’re going to die
and that is why life is all meaningless
you’re life goes by fast though
and that is where all the meaning is
I asked, “Are you dying?”
He said,
We all are,
We are only in it as long
as we can survive for
you could play a part of it
and live your life behind a lock door
either way you’ll probably be longing
for an encore
Are you dying?
He said
We all are
We are only in it as long
as we can survive for
you could play a part of it
and live your life behind a lock door
either way you’ll probably be longing
for an encore
Thinking about you now
choking on them memories
If you would of told me
to stop smoking
I would of done it eventually
Yo Jon
was always there in late nights
waiting on some sleep
till the penetrating daylight
it came bright and early
we started to embrace life
in a new way
started living every day like
his last because’ he knew
the end would come fast
and we knew that he was right
but we never really ask
what would happen
if it happen
couldn’t fathom a reaction
if one day he was laughing
and relaxing
and the next day
he vanish left his body
on this planet
and I took him for granted
that I couldn't really understand it
We agreed that the meaning of life was
unforeseeable like
what would be
the freedom of night
you lived well homie
I learned a lot from you rest in peace
You’ll be missed
but its time that you
get some sleep
I asked, “Are you dying?”
He said,
We all are,
We are only in it as long
as we can survive for
you could play a part of it
and live your life behind a lock door
either way you’ll probably be longing
for an encore
I asked, “Are you dying?”
He said,
We all are,
We are only in it as long
as we can survive for
You probably never knew
what you want
what you want for,
when you get it though
You probably gonna
want more.
I asked, “Are you dying?”
He said,
We all are,
We are only in it as long
as we can survive for
you could play a part of it
and live your life behind a lock door
either way you’ll probably be longing
for an encore
Are you dying?
We all are…
We all are…
we all are….
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 4:17 PM UTC
Definitely defying distant memories of a time well spent on deepening the gaze into reality vs fiction.
Lives lost in the shuffle of pleasantries and social wannabes.
I know what the hell I don't want to understand in this life's dos and don'ts.
Hanging mirrored picture frames mixed with printed wooden Scrabble games.
The minds best outlet for verbal spewage across and in-between these thick painted lines on green plastic grassroots.
And the Stadium is packed full!
Outfitting Batman's infantries while shrouding Robin's hideouts.
Burning bushes know much pain while badges shine at lights out.
Find your passions through these smoking guns are tagged with stain. F#ck the rules and F#ck yourself bewitching your betrayed.
Handcuffed concrete convicts can't contain who holds the key.
m olding, Move ing, working parts to Help The bl I nded see…,,,...
07/02/2019
L. DeCypher
Jul 2, 2019
Jul 2, 2019 at 11:53 PM UTC
Wake up, I'm still breathing
Deep breath, Sun still shines
Scattered thoughts, Need to focus
Determination, Now's the time
Moments pass, Familiar faces
Small towns, I've seen these names.
Past employment?
Residential greetings?
Does it really matter? Seasons change.
One step forward, Never backward.
Head held high, There is no shame.
The ones we've lost Will not be forgotten
They are gone But not in vain.
Open minded, Training neurons
Information sticks like glue
Coherent words, expressed, Well spoken
Living
Learning
Right on que.
Kitchen decals, Pen to paper,
Carbon copies, Bruised Left thigh
Inspiration
Beat
ing
Bleed
ing
What's the Question?
Am I me??
Or I know I??
I Am a Nurse
And Fearless fighter
I'm a mother and a Friend
Unfinished Masterpiece in progress
With no Beginning, without End
I am Perfect Imperfections.
A constant journey to improve.
I am Light containing Darkness
I'm sometimes wrong, but who are you??!
I Am Flesh and Bone Created by Unmoved mover of all that IS.
I am student, sometimes teacher
I'm not labelled by past ****
I'm Slightly damaged, Never broken
Bruises fade, These Bones do mend
I'm organizing matter..
Reestablish
Reinvent
Ing
Reunite
Ing
Inner Freedom
To try and Place my Faces to the Place to Face your Name-
L. DeCypher
Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 1:13 AM UTC
It was ever only for freaks geeks and tweakers
for hyper borderlines to decypher,
when alone he is times and times he listens to these rhymes
streets ahead
Forgive the gimmick that was becoming so good
Like some things you never trully owned
Best tricks you pull are the ones you sold
Greatest thing I ever felt felt so ******* cold
Feb 9, 2022
Feb 9, 2022 at 3:00 PM UTC