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Kimberly Seibert May 2015
Here from the first time, from the day I lost my virginity, look:
I have carved out the notches in secret on this headboard.
The wood a dark brown, daintily placed  at the head of my twin bed.
The tallies face the wall, the romance is dead.

In the middle among the marks, this deeper divot,
Where the grains turn to slivers: that is the day my heart broke.
I can recount the exact moment and tell you now as I trace it over,
His name, his smile, pained me far longer then it should have.
The smaller hashes that follow, all six of them, meant nothing.
See, there is no pattern, except for the fact that they made it to bed.

Over time, as it occurred, I chiseled away not only the headboard -
But my heart.  Too many notches for my fingers and toes.
See, here, that was revenge, and here, he's now an angel.
A multitude of sin runs through it all.

See, this headboard is whittled nearly end to end;
Perfectly untouched on one side, badly beaten on the other.
Regrets have created it, tucked between the sheets.
Yet, as I make the bed I can't help but smile,
Sign after sign, there will be another.
Inspired by Jarold Ramsey's "The Tally Stick" and a bit of promiscuity.
Ann Beaver Oct 2013
I want to understand
Mechanics banned
From working right
Under a thumb, light
Strokes dark
Mark down another thing
Throw away another ring
Sing low another dirge
Die a little, emerge
From ashes
Another plan hashes
Another man dashes
Cashes in on my desperation
Precipation makes things grow
Throw away another ring
Notice, again, another ding
Mark down anther thing
On and on
All this greets every dawn.
Rohan P Feb 2019
We are that which hashes
    her

That which expends her swirling muscled tones

That which chisel at
this four-by-four;
her cedar

      a vessel desecrated.

We are terse,
we are pixels projecting this
    dance—

Her steady plateau
Her watery eyes
https://www.wilderness.org/
Thomas Alan Nov 2022
You do not see the tremble
Wired beneath my skin and my hallowed hands
As I hover amongst the lost and stolen

I am every gypsy in the wind this night
And every thought crossed
              Blackened alley’s alone

On the night I am found
In the ridges of November;

On the stealth lightning
That hashes my insides
To the autumn fire of years cease
              and tango

‘til eternity's end.
Execute the beats proper,
As my vocals, with the lyrics drop tha,
Dopest chemist pharmacist,
Aint no harming this,
As ghostface laced this,
Fastball heat, no swinging this,
Pacifist,
Beat fashon-ist, pinning for sucess,
Still weary baggy *** guess,
Rhymes is perplex, with the sharp press,
From the Rza, cuts without the scizzor,
From the dope land of sizzurp,
Yo we got herbs,
Sounds of wonder, candy land drops, with the bitchs milkin',
Cold silkin,
Tiltin, the world off is axis, new age rap galactics,
Been nutty, since i busted from the prophylactic,
Daddy didnt rap the plastic,
Now a *******,
Straight hazardous, when they rhymes erupt,
Make rapper's starve up,
Crave for affection, of the dopest selection,
Make stevie see, catch a buzz from the bee,
Honeys drippin' lovely, above me,
Watch how i rotate thee,
Scenery, glitterwax ball control,
Check the handles i hold,
Cold, er than iverson,
Who's poppin' liver son,
Iller man, cooler than Jackie Chan,
Beat so hard,
The bass couldn't even withstand,
Peep the RL drips,
All over your screen, i make ya scream,
Like *******, in a ****** scene,
Sounds so supreme,
Divine intervention, ya bullets missin,
From the intellect kissin,
Switch the wardrobe,
Explode the pyro, watch how the flame grow,
On the mic, leave to ashes, sprinkle the hashes,
Natural high, from the sunny delight sprite sparkle, splashes


Caught a tip from the strip,
When they seen how, i flip,
Rip,
The rhyme right, plus the lime light,
Coco Cabana vibes,
Plus the thrives,
Is right, parachute ya eyesight,
Like the flash,
Of a gun sight, iight,
Switch ammunition, linked da commission,
To my position,
Fold the rap game, my ambition
Take all competition,
On ya radio, there he go,
Slippin' the floor,
Green suit valour, dressed like a Commodore,
New birth of Theodore,
bigger than encore,
Check the rain that pours,
Flooding ya stores,
Feel me like MJ, walkin' lighted pathways, mute nay says,
Plus I preys,
Like a mantis, never too much cannabis,
Check the ice on my wrist,
Frozen, from mics handling this,
James Brown sweep,
With a panther fist,
Word to my mother, s-s-s-so haters stutters,
Break the chumps out,
Extend clips, with the burners out,
Chevelle creepin',
Haters talk ****, but ill still be preachin'
Odd Odyssey Poet Oct 2022
Inferior superiority
Interior seniority
Insecure authority
And insular metaphorically,
I'm liken to a voice of Mr Nobody

Smoke ashes
Soak gashes
Broke hashes
And woke scratches
Been foolish of taking many chances

Underestimate sentiment
Unintelligent celebrant
Evident etiquette
And relevant testament
But still being treated as a detriment

While if called unreliable
Still viable by the words of man and woman
To sound as desirable—
But told his manhood isn't sizable

All my life, I've been underrated
and my feeling towards it is so jaded
Of the times of being underappreciated
My pride is deflated—but I must deafen ears
To all unfair opinions stated.
Picture words of swords slash all chords boards
All haters nailed to my perfection check selection
Serial killer hawking thriller give the coldest chiller
Minus the blood chills see how my hand peels
Back the layers of time see me on grave signs
Sky high visualize the why this fool won't die
Living my life in all caps taking on the evil wraps
Heads evolved around the globe hidden abode
Middle of nowhere roads intrude see guns explode
Nat Turner set the art of war up as a learner burners
All chaos to ashes never passes
on the hashes
Stashes of loot hidden the chicken coupe but
Can't find thee hidden gold leprechaun treasure
Giving raw mental pleasures drastic measures
Taked in I see ya shaking and I ain't even baking
Ya yet ultimate government threat plot thy will
Scared of us veterans will **** 2 right skills
Pushed forth I'm watching the leaning forts
Capitol one punish the living dead corporations
In capital punctuation while y'all still waiting  
For the globals cashing I'll still be clashing bashing
All my politicians still got hopes in economy wishing
Tombstone rising like Earl Wyatt fools get really quiet
Silence the riots we got it locked like Alcatraz jazz
Plays beautiful tunes to dooms feel the blooms
Wars being done in jack boots and smiley faces
No longer uniforms y'all must stuck uninformed
Alarmed by the medias belling charm harm
Hurricane Carter nature much smarter quarters
Being thrown over dollars pitbull scholar pillars
Catching the edge of deaths scrillas angel killers
Roaming the earth since my birth knew my worth
They came me and offered me a wilfull divinity
For the sacrifice of humanity I took a deep see
Dived into the ocean of my mind plays of rewind timelines
****** rapes that date to the unscripted history tapes
Can't shake the scrutiny images causing blemishes
I can't finish this forever forged eternal war
Scars of the poor see the rich scrapin' green floors
Out doors swings galore pictures of more and more
No limits tryna own the place with no prices for
Us they say they love us but be the first to bust
Rights really a privilege under United States trust
Break out the rust and let the truth resurface us lust
Over money bringing a downfall ***** Gomorrah
Rip pages off the black Torah black fire consumes
Souls glow eternal watch the star gate open fate
Smoke and mirrors candy man hooks terrorize hate
CC Jan 2020
Let me send to you my crooked-teeth kisses that go wherever it pleases
In any direction it seeses
Let me collapse my belly into your head to crush it of thoughts that require your sadness
Make me shell out with my darkened fingers
These balanced book-flippers
These dreaded art-lispers
Let me forgo every drink offered
Forgotten and tossed
Away from my guts
Present my freezing body---shivering and severed
From your toasty peaches---your delightful a-speeches
Wondering if his hands are made of the lashes
That cause me to spasm
In fits and in hashes
Living breathing
Teardrop from heaven
I have no more pennies
To give to my parents
So sober up, Claudine
Don't forget your bearings
You're bearing the sharing
The giving
The caring
You must be astute
Strong-willed
A beaut
Nothing can beat
The life out of youth
Joel Sep 2020
Deep exhaustion
Slow through the bones
Quavering peaks
Intoned

Wake the restless
Here no sleep
Fitful flurries
Creep

Crashing pumps
Reeled in time
Bare your claws
Fine

Deep exhaustion
Slow through the bones
Dragged limbs
Intoned

Deep exhaustion
Slow through the bones
Hurried hashes
Honed

— The End —