"exite" poems - Hello Poetry

My rages Tearing pages Going Cray Ripping pages My flow Changing phases Amazes On stages Front row Front pages Your rapping, verbally attacking Any Enemy slacking Riff Raff'em Taking charge Like a captain Ice challenge Chilling living lavish Way Above average About to fix me a samwich Let us with cabbage Went H.A.M. Over some beef Got bread Hand some cheese Hate spam Love trees Cool breeze In Belize Blowing Lush Kush In blush trees Across seas They love me See a tree huggers bush Land and strip; No leaves I'm cooler than an oldies, in his ****** Eating Coco puffs watching ice-t In a wife-tee, drinking iced ice-t. Spiking spike, while playing Exite Bike on an old PC Laughing so hard I *** *** I wish you Could see me On HD with an HD With At&T; Getting my P.H.D. Figure it out Too late Quarter past three Then they Passed me

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Aug 29, 2014

Aug 29, 2014 at 2:44 PM UTC

Styles

Freestyle Flow

My rages Tearing pages Going Cray Ripping pages My flow Changing phases Amazes On stages Front row Front pages Your rapping, verbally attacking Any Enemy slacking Riff Raff'em Taking charge Like a captain Ice challenge Chilling living lavish Way Above average About to fix me a samwich Let us with cabbage Went H.A.M. Over some beef Got bread Hand some cheese Hate spam Love trees Cool breeze In Belize Blowing Lush Kush In blush trees Across seas They love me See a tree huggers bush Land and strip; No leaves I'm cooler than an oldies, in his ****** Eating Coco puffs watching ice-t In a wife-tee, drinking iced ice-t. Spiking spike, while playing Exite Bike on an old PC Laughing so hard I *** *** I wish you Could see me On HD with an HD With At&T; Getting my P.H.D. Figure it out Too late Quarter past three Then they Passed me

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I'm not a bad person or so I thought It's just this urge An itch On skin so taught A scab that lies upon my arm All dried and red with scorn Just like you now laying there Naked flesh A tempting fare Unable to talk Let alone scream Don't look like that its not a dream My hand I'll guide around your form Such tender skin like silk adorned A mannequin of silence Born Your ******* exite in a way I might Cut you just a little bit My heart beats fast I cannot last The humiliation I give now So close your eyes my pretty scab And let me scratch that itch Just lay still and let me feel Your my ******* *****

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Nov 14, 2015

Nov 14, 2015 at 12:33 PM UTC

Mooncatcher

My Darkside

I'm not a bad person or so I thought It's just this urge An itch On skin so taught A scab that lies upon my arm All dried and red with scorn Just like you now laying there Naked flesh A tempting fare Unable to talk Let alone scream Don't look like that its not a dream My hand I'll guide around your form Such tender skin like silk adorned A mannequin of silence Born Your ******* exite in a way I might Cut you just a little bit My heart beats fast I cannot last The humiliation I give now So close your eyes my pretty scab And let me scratch that itch Just lay still and let me feel Your my ******* *****

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Aceito todas as pessoas assim como são (não se enganem, não disse que gosto) Simplesmente não vejo por quê não deveriam ser assim Vejo o fatalismo total e inevitável da vida A aleatoriedade dos factos A imaginação e a memória humanas A submissão incontrolável ante a força Não há destino, mas não há escolha Ser é simplesmente existir seguindo um fluxo Tornar expressivo e externo o caos íntimo da mente Não exite mentiras, nem falsidade, menos ainda heroísmos, ou coragem O homem é ser dotado de todos os sentimentos Impregnado (estupidamente impregnado) da certeza da vida de toda a moral e inescrupulosos egoísmos Não há como negar Nos resta observar e e rir... Toda ação gera consequências, se alguém faz é porque é inevitável que o faça e tudo o leva a fazer.

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Jun 9, 2014

Jun 9, 2014 at 11:36 AM UTC

sum-arc-sacrum

Do fatalismo dos factos

Aceito todas as pessoas assim como são (não se enganem, não disse que gosto) Simplesmente não vejo por quê não deveriam ser assim Vejo o fatalismo total e inevitável da vida A aleatoriedade dos factos A imaginação e a memória humanas A submissão incontrolável ante a força Não há destino, mas não há escolha Ser é simplesmente existir seguindo um fluxo Tornar expressivo e externo o caos íntimo da mente Não exite mentiras, nem falsidade, menos ainda heroísmos, ou coragem O homem é ser dotado de todos os sentimentos Impregnado (estupidamente impregnado) da certeza da vida de toda a moral e inescrupulosos egoísmos Não há como negar Nos resta observar e e rir... Toda ação gera consequências, se alguém faz é porque é inevitável que o faça e tudo o leva a fazer.

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Her face suddenly turns to me with Exite - you're glittering again, you're full of warmth. Was I cold before, I ask her. No, but I couldn't put my hands in your pockets the same way I used to. Come here. I am back.

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Sep 21, 2013

Sep 21, 2013 at 12:46 PM UTC

emma-joy

Hand Warmers

Her face suddenly turns to me with Exite - you're glittering again, you're full of warmth. Was I cold before, I ask her. No, but I couldn't put my hands in your pockets the same way I used to. Come here. I am back.

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