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"fwap" poems
I’m afraid of ******* up Afraid of that thing I called ‘it’ my whole life Not knowing that ‘it’ was really just me Not knowing That what I’m afraid of is my own fear In the last gear On this highway I like to call life I’m, revved up and flying full throttle towards the edge Dangling between The sun, And the sharp rocks of reality Splat, crash And in a flash All of my dreams are gone **** And I’m stuck in another coma, for another nineteen years Until I have another life crisis I feel the need To speed Out of I’ll walk these streets alone Until I find the oz’s home And you can beep bop To my beat box As this street walks To my solo Whoa, If I could go? Another way with a new day And the new play on this new field Where this game starts Fwap Goes the minute hand Faster than a blinking man As the crowd screams so loud The noise is silent Slow down, wait cause Imma do what was never done And imma win what was never won They say all roads lead to hell? Well, They also said all roads lead to Rome And lemme just tell you….that Rome? Was no home To me So I’m gonna keep on trekking Keep regrettin’ Till I find, what I got in mind And that is Peace Piece inside Figure out all these pieces I could never fit together Till I get a whole There’s the goal I’ll find that inner child And the crowd goes wild
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Nov 28, 2011
Nov 28, 2011 at 3:50 PM UTC
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highway.
I’m afraid of ******* up Afraid of that thing I called ‘it’ my whole life Not knowing that ‘it’ was really just me Not knowing That what I’m afraid of is my own fear In the last gear On this highway I like to call life I’m, revved up and flying full throttle towards the edge Dangling between The sun, And the sharp rocks of reality Splat, crash And in a flash All of my dreams are gone **** And I’m stuck in another coma, for another nineteen years Until I have another life crisis I feel the need To speed Out of I’ll walk these streets alone Until I find the oz’s home And you can beep bop To my beat box As this street walks To my solo Whoa, If I could go? Another way with a new day And the new play on this new field Where this game starts Fwap Goes the minute hand Faster than a blinking man As the crowd screams so loud The noise is silent Slow down, wait cause Imma do what was never done And imma win what was never won They say all roads lead to hell? Well, They also said all roads lead to Rome And lemme just tell you….that Rome? Was no home To me So I’m gonna keep on trekking Keep regrettin’ Till I find, what I got in mind And that is Peace Piece inside Figure out all these pieces I could never fit together Till I get a whole There’s the goal I’ll find that inner child And the crowd goes wild
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I woke Crouched behind the cozy recliner Upon which Sherry soundlessly slept-- My arms cradled still my fantasy weapon, The might of dreams, futilely brought into reality When a tiny voice raised in fear from the girls' room cried Daddy No! And I knew Once more I would engage my enemy Sacrificing my body for their innocence. They came for us today: A lady dressed in tan and the police man Whose black skin insulted my fuming father More than the smell of urine-tainted children Offended the Worker whose perfume Attempted to forcibly overcome us all-- My sisters succumbed quickly, escorted Hastily from sight, hidden forever But I was a soldier and so I fought Until finally the official grip became irresistible Mommy No! In shock  she released our shared grip And I was ripped up and away Forgiveness lost forever to willful surrender. The steady irregular beat given by the road Through the tires resonated above the hum Of travel with an intermittent Fwap Fwap Fwap Called out its message in indecipherable code While I counted the lines Drawn in yellow upon the asphalt Alternating the spasms of my secretly tapping feet-- 1 2, 1 2 3 4, always even, but never zero Striving to force a pattern upon a world That had none. I know The scene through the pane of glass exudes Winter And should I choose to step into the outside world To leave the comfort of my temperate prison, Then cold would soon seep through me I know The trees do not bow to the wind; The snow has not settled upon the ground; No sign of Jack extends To this seeming common surround. Still I know. I thought it clever to tilt the camera But if I had it to do again I would take it straight. Perhaps oblivion waits At the end of an inward pointed gun Yet what will the execution Of the act accomplish once I realize the goal And find myself still musing on the core I know.
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Mar 20, 2012
Mar 20, 2012 at 8:33 PM UTC
edward-vanhoose
Core Speak
I woke Crouched behind the cozy recliner Upon which Sherry soundlessly slept-- My arms cradled still my fantasy weapon, The might of dreams, futilely brought into reality When a tiny voice raised in fear from the girls' room cried Daddy No! And I knew Once more I would engage my enemy Sacrificing my body for their innocence. They came for us today: A lady dressed in tan and the police man Whose black skin insulted my fuming father More than the smell of urine-tainted children Offended the Worker whose perfume Attempted to forcibly overcome us all-- My sisters succumbed quickly, escorted Hastily from sight, hidden forever But I was a soldier and so I fought Until finally the official grip became irresistible Mommy No! In shock  she released our shared grip And I was ripped up and away Forgiveness lost forever to willful surrender. The steady irregular beat given by the road Through the tires resonated above the hum Of travel with an intermittent Fwap Fwap Fwap Called out its message in indecipherable code While I counted the lines Drawn in yellow upon the asphalt Alternating the spasms of my secretly tapping feet-- 1 2, 1 2 3 4, always even, but never zero Striving to force a pattern upon a world That had none. I know The scene through the pane of glass exudes Winter And should I choose to step into the outside world To leave the comfort of my temperate prison, Then cold would soon seep through me I know The trees do not bow to the wind; The snow has not settled upon the ground; No sign of Jack extends To this seeming common surround. Still I know. I thought it clever to tilt the camera But if I had it to do again I would take it straight. Perhaps oblivion waits At the end of an inward pointed gun Yet what will the execution Of the act accomplish once I realize the goal And find myself still musing on the core I know.
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