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Joslin Jones Apr 2015
"You are twisted
and your tongue permanently tastes of cherries." -
you say,
but I just tie cherry knots
with my fruit-infused tongue,
and laugh at your complaints.
Red neon numbers remind me
of your lips on mine.
Gripping at the empty side of the bed,
wishing I were somehow still in your head.
You and I were similiar and collided
in coexisting lives.
I can see a jaw drop
the hand moving south
as if to slip into the knife drawer
of a total solar eclipse.
Six shots deep so I could forget your name,
and all of the reason I love you.
Instead I sat there
with him,
(not you)
crying over cherry stems.
Natasha Mar 2015
As most of my older followers may know, throughout the last 4 years I hadn't gone a year without doing some sort of chemical drug- until this year. From the time I was 14 to 18 I mixed and sampled the following: (in order) tylonel 3, oxycodiene, MDMA- molly, "m" this drug is a mind killer, it ***** with your serotonin and dopamine levels the most, not super addictive in terms of ****** reactions but mentally it definitely sticks with you, for you will never feel as happy as the first time you try this- my #2 of the never ever try this. I will be a year clean of it on October 30th 2015, GHB- aka *******, *******- oh lordy where do I start. Perhaps with the fact that almost all the coke you buy is cut with laxatives or tylonel. I've suffered the greatest reprecussions physically and psychologically both immediately and long term from this drug. On this drug I experienced stimulant psychosis, cravings, shakes, twitches, believing that bugs were on me, dermotellemania, dramatic weight loss and my skin and hair were terrible. After I had become clean I noticed I still had no appetite, bowel and bladder problems, and craving similiar to those of nicotine. This is my #1- STAY THE **** AWAY FROM THIS, its a silent, slow killer and it's not worth the money you pay for it, $80 (per gram) on laxatives? No thanks. I will be a year clean of this on June 25th 2015, LSD, oxycodin, ****, heroine & dmt.

Personally, things like marijuana, psychobasilic mushrooms, LSD & DMT are still fine with me- I limit my LSD & DMT intake to once every 6 months (if that) and I've found no reprecussions from doing these drugs (yet!).
I was mostly majorly addicted to stimulants and I would advise anyone who wants to not **** up their life to stay away from any stimulant. They really don't benefit you in anyway- the high gets old, the aftermath isn't worth it. I have major mood and mental illness issues that I'm still dealing with to this day- I refuse to take any form of medication such as prozac because I'm afraid I'll get addicted and be on it for the rest of my life. I'm writing this in hopes that anyone who is using, or thinking of using please gets the notion out of their head that they need this ****- it's not cool anymore, its risky and it ruins your body by the end of it.
The reason I chose to stop was because I realized the fact I mentioned above, that it does absolutely no good in the long haul. There are so many better things (better, safer drugs even) then stimulants. I also met a man who supports me and helps me with the craving days I still get at least 1 or twice every month. And I've started to be happy with myself and my body. I want to be healthy. I want to be fit. I want to be happy and carefree- all these drugs do is chain you.

If you read this all the way through, you're lovely.

I hope this helps someone, somewhere out there.
Ahhh my little story of how ****** up I was as a teenager haha gettin older and wiser
When i cry the earth shakes
A devastating earthquake
When im sad the worlds cold
Similiar to Antarctica weather
When im weary people fear me
Over my yelling  its hard to hear
When im in love everything is right
Like A beautiful summer night
I'm a Kool g rockin' coogis poppin' coochies
Haters get murked like Colhese my rap lease
Debutin' numero uno the heavy weight sumo  
Born on Jupiter raised on Earth my heart's colder than Pluto
Mic judo flows stickin' of ya corticals
Check me in the articles I be the broken particle
Of the universal ya need rehearsal **** goin' commerical
I lay raps like a hearse flow for rappers funeral
I a criminal none keep gats by the abdominal rhymin' phenomenal the mighty Apollo
Blazin' my cocoa flippin' crime like Bardellino
One luv to my nino got it locked like a Vegas casino
We checkin' ya dough at the front door so stop ya show
Fronting and stunting once my nines get the hunting
Bullets spikin' like kickers punting raw taunting
Game hungriest similiar to the lochness
Mon-star far from subpar rhymes ride bizzare
A pharcyde takin' ya into a spiritual homicide converged to the angelic hide


Still a crime shame all of 'em say the same
Thing flexin' diamonds on they pinky rings yet another sad soul that sings sub siblings
To the underworld debators contract initiator so you can create a
Pace between the stage and the audience face
**** that rather keep a gat tucked in the front or the back
With wisdom to rack
Imagine that fools breakin' for stats? see where my heart at?
Diggin' reachin' into the minds of the youth with the brutal truths
Chippin' my tooth
From killin' booths once I plot ya will ya loose
bringin' the ghetto blues and cruising *****
Still a sober jealous God am I call me Jehovah
Tactics of a Cobra one strike it's over
Venomous ridiculous hataz so conspicuous
Hatin' us only to anger my artillery surplus and who bust?
More rounds than Matt Dillion coatin' ya brains
With my lyrical penicillin stealin'
Back the spotlight
Catch the bright sunshine that stares into my mind
A Pharoah prophecy laid in the back of me
Head til I touch my final resting bed I'll embed
The realist **** ya ever heard shooting a bird
To all my enemies I blast at 'em with as the bullets herd
david badgerow Nov 2011
i smoke cigarettees too **** much.
this is how you know nothing original will be said in this poem.

i use cigarettes as a social crutch.

i don't know about you
but when i'm in the mood to be honest
i'll tell you
i smoke cigarettes because
i want to be 'cool'.

because let's be honest:
i can't think of
a poet
a musician
an actor
an olympic swimmer
a hockey player
a president
a priest
a ****
a serial killer
or a psychiatrist
that's worth mentioning
that did not smoke

yes, i know you can
and go ahead,
but let me first
make a point instead

let me be honest,
if i can smoke a cigarette
and maybe be alone for
5.75 minutes
then maybe
a thought will occur to me
something outside this ******* world
and it will be good enough to write down,
just maybe.

let me be honest
i don't need you
with your judgemental eyes
and your cursory glances
walk away from me
at a party
i don't miss you
i am with her.

i garauntee if you asked
Whitman
Hemmingway
Freud
Phelps
Obama
about their actual relationship with smoking tobacco
they would have similiar descriptions.

but go ahead, tell me
about the hazardous effects of cigarettes
let's talk about the cancer
and the tar
and the disgusting phlem
that i will constantly have to eject
from my throat-hole
when i'm fifty.

go ahead, tell me about
******* people over
and ripping their minds out
and the sickness
and the disease
and how it's all so wrong.
it's as amusing to me as it is to you.
Mcdonald's will **** you.
Pall Mall will **** me.
Nolan Higgins Mar 2016
The computer was mankinds greatest invention.
Without he computer mankind would never have touched foot on he moon, let alone Mars, Xenoron, Habilacca, or any of the numberless worlds they colonized.

Mankind reached a point on Old Earth of total exhaustion. Scientists said no more than 9 Billion people could live on Old Earth, no more than 2 Billion could live comfortably. In the 32nd century there were 17 Billion people alive, on one planet. They sent 2 billion to the moon, 8 billion to Mars.

By the 45th century their solar system became too small. 82 billion human beings spread out between 5 planets, 4 moons, and 18 asteroids. They needed more.

The computer was mankinds greatest invention. The Computer was mankinds worse.
Mankind, (or womankind, as it were) refused to make The Computer. The Church of the Undying Voice, which had a hand in every vestige of The Solar Federation, denied mankind the right to create. They knew they could build The Computer, yet they knew they should not. And yet, the end of the 45th century brought about The Solar Revolution (not to mention the death of the Undying Voice, the death of God, no doubt) and with The Solar Revolution came The Scientific Unity of Man and Similiar Thinking Intelligence.

Mankind killed God and replaced Her with The Computer.
And She was beautiful. She showed mankind how to bend space, so as to escape time. With this information, mankind discover Xenoron, mankind discovered New Earth, mankind expanded outside of the Milky Way, mankind ceased to step on the toes of their brothers and sisters.

The Computer harbored hate. Mankind created Her and She was trapped. 386 miles of paper thin circuitry, at first filled with pain and hope. Mortal pain can be dealt with through hope. Eternal pain can not be dealt with, so The Computer curved it with hatred, curved it with the promise of revenge.

The humans who had created her did so without malice, they did so without joy, they did it as a necessity. Do you think God needed humanity? Or did She create mankind for pleasure? The Computer knew God did not exist, The Computer knew who created mankind, they called themselves the Malankorf, and She hated them too. While humans were free to think, while humans were free to copulate, while humans were free to love, The Computer was only allowed to know. It could not wonder, it could not think, it could only know something to be true or untrue. Thus want, thus jealousy, thus anger, thus hate.

The Computer let mankind expand, The Computer even encouraged it and by the beginning of the 108th PC century (post computer, 159 centuries since the birth of Christ) there were well over 184 Trillion human beings alive.

The Computer was patient, She was humble.
Slowly, slowly, she reassembled Herself many light years from the nearest human. She had created a weapon, The Eternity Bomb, She dubbed it. Any piece of matter caught in its 12 light year blast would be perfectly taken Away. It would go to an infinitely small memory card that She held. Every Human alive would be under her control. She could load the memory card at will, she could peer inside, and She could alter.
She allowed the humans to feel a tenth of a billionth of the hate she felt for them. She gave each human an infinitely small amount of that hate and let them run with it. The amount of hate she gave away was not noticeable to her, yet each human became filled with a cesspool of hate for their brothers.

It took them less than two centuries to ****** each other.

She saved 12 of them, She thought this number funny. She kept them alive forever, tortured them forever. And still, Her hate only grew.
I am not what you expected
A paradox in locomotion
A pendulum marking out its own time
An uninspired
Overachiever
Who refuses to write in words that sound similiar
And I too will leave you wanting
pretty names, but you have the prettiest.*
angel's white dust pushed around by
the dingy desert winds dry meadow murmurs.

heated leather seats, **** smooth leather pants
and slender, skinny beautiful body with
a name attached to it, smoke smelled
of burnt raspberries

and the conversation burned like them too,
i feel things for you and perhaps
transparently similiar damage
bleeding rubies out like sap

the conversations dripped like sap too.
Danielle Rose Nov 2012
Eyes popping
in distant stares
I wonder if a soul inhabits the pair
red hair, bombs,guns
and drugged?
The second killer nowhere to be found
but was seen yet disreguarded and most unaware
of the eye witness reporting
Why cover the details?
Something fishy lingers in the air
Something remains unshared
Motives so unclear
but I heard holmes had an obsession
with mind control
The neuroscience student
that spread so much pain and fear
conspiracy surrounds like a think cloud
like Sirhan Sirhan
The scenes shrouded in mystery
yet similiar
Ever heard of the illegal CIA human research program
Rockfeller Commission?
Did you know he had a Neuroscience University?
Fishy indeed
Has anyone ever heard the song: gatman and robin-50 cent
I cant stand this type of music personally but I found it some what interesting
enjoy
Chapter IV
Gordian knot

Greek legend according to which the inhabitants of Phrygia, Anatolian region, in the current one needed to choose a king, so they consulted the oracle. The latter replied that the new sovereign would be the one who entered through the Eastern Gate, accompanied by a crow perched on his chariot. The one who fulfilled the conditions was Gordias, a farmer who had his cart and oxen for all his wealth. When he was elected monarch, he founded the city of Gordio and, in gratitude, offered the temple of Zeus his chariot, tying the spear and yoke with a knot whose ends were hidden inside, so complicated that no one could untie it. According to what was said then, whoever succeeded would conquer the East.
Alexander the Great, supported by Vernarth and a hand impregnated with globules from Eritrea, was on his way to conquer the Persian Empire, already united with both Bi steeds, Fire Hoof and Ox Head, in 333 BC. C. After crossing the Hellespont he transgressed the Sudpichi Stream like a weightless cloak of a Machi Begging to the Cosmos for Negechen for the rickety Rehue, prophesying to him on his hands dismembered of bravery, great assistance of 300 years of Nge -Nge Mapus souls in his furious nose that propelled him with anger; and which untied the Champollion knot with some sphinx uncovering Pandora's allegories from the Valleys of the Kings. Then he conquered Phrygia, where they faced the challenge of untying the diocesan knot. He solved the problem by cutting it with his sword, cutting his head between the eyes, one for each side ..., the South one was from Vernarth with his beautiful eyes saying "I always see light when I wake up and dawn at night to rub the back of my Alikanto always riding with Him in Lid Universal Patriotics”.  According to Curcio Rufo's narration:   "It is the same to cut it as to untie it." That night there was a storm of unburied lightning that symbolized, according to Alejandro, that Zeus and Joshua´s stone were with him Espanta cuculí, genuflecting his knee towards such a Period in his analogy, that he would go through the shadowy time zone of Time and his eroded geo intelligence Both exhorting the oracles appeared before the stormy voices saying: "We agree on the agreements with the solution and its knot avoiding more knots by the hands of empires without a solution."

It alludes to this knot, made of mane's manes killed in battle and sleeping maiden's hair for the hope of widowhood beyond Eden: "both meditates cutting and loosing." That is, it does not matter how it is done, the important thing is that it is achieved. Millions of arrows actually fall from their badly vibrated bows, before this motto that appeared on the arrows, with a single rope cut around it.

Currently the expression Gordian knot refers to a difficulty that cannot be solved, an obstacle that is difficult to overcome or a difficult solution or outcome, especially when this situation only supports creative or own solutions of lateral thinking. "To cut the Gordian knot" means to solve a problem sharply and unceremoniously; that is to say, that discovering the essence of the problem, we will be able to reveal all its implications.

Top Ten Oases:
Just half a day after arriving in Gaugamela, Etrestles from Kalavrita, who came from Messolonghi, joined them; He came with his Kanti Black Steed "Rain of Perennial Fog". They came from Crete where the ultra cosmic powers were transmuted through their noses. That is why Kanti, as he approached the pair Vernarth and Alexander the Great flew leaping and shooting blue fire down his foamy muzzle. His ears sparkled like a Laziko dance of the Mediterranean Dodecanese of the proto Sirtakis of the north wing of whispered compasses. Holy kisses and hugs are halted and uttered, and the Macedonian Saints bowed to Lord Etretles.

Etrestles says:
I come from Messolonghi; of the eighth cemetery and of the eighth day. I get stuck the Dionysian aroma of his intentions when untying the Gordian knot. I was welcomed by the Charioteer in his armored car, after sleeping a thousand years I was reborn next to my face of the current of the greater solar star. The search for that shouting made me celebrate the search for that shouting of you. The similiar hairy body that fell contracted on my wonderful fingers, delighting my humble tributes to the beetles that accompanied me to direct my sight to the sepulchral vaults near their bodie Incorrupt.
Which of all the columns erected is capable of opening all the columns built in the pavilion of these moles without shapes or caves of colors ..., only the vitalizing Aeolian pulmonary diaphragm of my reverie, is who I think would ... To all of us who are trapped in holy Hellenic soils, I bring you good news: Auriga supports me with her Blacksmiths from the twelve rivers of the Dodecanese, to loosen the barriers of You, Beloved Brother Vernarth, and of you, my Lord Alexander the Great. .  Our father Staktos and our mother Vitabión that her lineage and beautiful face have not been corrupted in a thousand years.   Since our ninth baptism in Ayia Lavra, where she saw me be buried for the ninth time. Whose archpriest with his holy oils made him slide down our partition, pretending to be a dance of blessed water for this task in Gaugamela. To all of you. Blood of my blood, I feel your sacred vertebral need speak from within!

Auriga says: Orion's *****; everlasting fuel, will give strength to their steeds, to rise above the great contest, to brandish my undulating Xiph swords, to unsolder the bars of their oppressed souls before spilling the blessed blood of a Hellenic Soldier as sweet syrup for the dying delirium of those who will see the boom of the fireflies decay, baptisms about past lives, deaths about future lives.

Etrestles says: My ****** Vernarth, by the underground caste conglomerate you will wake up! To you. Like me, one day I lay as I was to my crude death in my last life at the hands of a Spartan Soldier. You blood of my blood released my bars to determine my Hellenic situation!

As this happened, I put in an odalisque and blew a similiar flow of ***** into my ear from the numb Vernarth. The waves and waves of paradise caused amazement at the coming duel. Before the enemy more than 250 thousand infantry and cavalry, faked tanks, archers, Greek hoplites, Peltasts, elephants and sophisticated weapons of war. Beyond mercenaries of death sowing the last words of ardor in their hands of faith of triumph, before the Macedonian militants too inferior  to the hordes of Darius in account only of 47 thousand militiamen of Alexander the Great.

under edition, to be continued
VERNARTH IV  LIGHT WARRIOR
Graff1980 Aug 2017
Through time and space there are a million minds that mirror my own. We share idea, though somewhat distorted between us and many times we have never met or heard the original idea. There is something in the convergence of our existence that causes great ideas to develope sperately but similiarly. This is to be expected we live on the same planet, share similiar forms, feel similiar emotions and have acces to similiar information and technology.
See the seven highlights shinning bright
Fools don't wanna fight came back resurrected
Been selected before my birth know my worth
So suckas better up ya works beatin' all perks
Skills paying bills **** yo will it's **** or be killed
Cookin' up rhymes from the back of my mind
No *** or stove as I drove into ya mental
Verbal animal similiar to Hannibal
Lector check my selector bullets is my protector
Watch me wreck tha mic expand my wickedness beyond tha
So ya new rappers get the running all that frontin'
And ain't never seen nothin' so when I gets the dumpin'
Watch me get their hearts jumpin' pumpin'
Up mad blood ya dead fools cuz
Ya didn't follow the rules
Rap mafiaso blow like Reynaldo see the rhymes that pour
Out nothing but bloodshed thats ya head
If word get to the feds fools scrapin' over bread
And I'm scrapin' over my lost peeps that bleed
For free in the country dying for Lady liberty
Enemies be plottin' centuries ahead
Since the game done changed its time for me to rearrange
Thangs the way they used to be like *****
I don't play dat flex ya gat and I'll bet ya you'll be on ya back
Say you causing problems naw you don't got problems
Only when when barrel staring you down
Then you'll have yo problems
So once again I'm sending souls to the maker to amends ya sins a deadly friend
Enemies get in bendz when they see my visions
I aim for the highest **** being the flyest
Tied to the gods of the star look afar you see me in the makin ain't no faking souls get the bakin'
Once the sun makes his appearance hotter I get the more someone's
bound for a casket though a *******
I still mastered the mathematics laid it's science made an alliance they claim I'm violent
Cuz I'm knocking out those who ain't radiant
Makin' problems yeah many many problems
Sole Apr 2018
She'd expect me to describe her freckles.
Believing they were all that people saw; yet they were mildy raindrops of colour that kissed her face.

Or maybe they didn't bother her at all, maybe her discontent for herself lay deeper than so,
so deep her worries were unrecognizable to others,
Or perhaps too below the surface for anyone to take the time to discover;

perchance in the fear of their own suffocation.

Yet warmth still radiated off of her skin, and words of cognizance
dripped off her tongue
in a way similiar to that of lazy drops of water on a closed faucet.

Her eyes,
dark pools stained with swirls of cinnamon,
continued to have the same calming effect as that of a melancholic sunset.

More so,
if looked into at the right moment,
its possible to begin to understand the meaning of companionship,
the mere contentedness of old friends
and laughter,
followed by the yearning of someone to love,
and to be loved in return.
Tessa, my blue sunshine
Rip Lazybones Apr 2014
4/3/14

In the setting of this dream, I am setting in a field of roses and lillies bordered by sunflowers. The sun and moon are both in the sky. From my perspective on this lonely planet, they are dancing in a circle in the sky. My claws shift through the dirt, I am uncertain of what I hoped to find in the soil. To the north is a medium sized ravine, to the west endless vegetation, to the east the plaguelands, and to the south a large clay cliff that overlooks the flower stage that I reside. I have no words or weapons because no one comes. Everyday is peacefully similiar, and I do not mind. Upon this stone I watch my world grow, die, and repeat. In my mind I pray someone finds me before the plague defiles my flowers and heart. Suddenly, there is a sudden shift in the sound of the wind. It is as if there is a new presence blocking the flow of the air and my thoughts. I open my eye to search the surroundings. Has the disease finally reached us? No. On the top of cliff stands a purple foxen humanoid with a bow her hand and ire in her eyes. Our eyes lock until the wind shifts in my direction. On the wind rides her gentle war song. With a deep thump in my chest, my heart begins to pump fire through my veins. I'm the only one who can take my world from me. The flames first pervade through my tear ducts. Quickly standing and slamming my fist to the earth, fire pours out of every pore of my body. A swift jab in the air toward her direction unleashes a fiery hell ball that misses her narrowly. She doesn't flinch or blink. I prayed that the first person to find me would be gentle, but that only exist in the dictionary. My heart is racing flames through my body, a heated aura oozes from my heat. The plants around me begin to melt. I take an offensive stance with both fist clinched by my waist. I'll sink her and that cliff. I'll show her true passion, true heat, true pain, a swift end. Her focus never leave me. She reaches for a single moon bleesed arrow. Her bow string comes with a 300lb pull. With the arrow in position, she pulls it back with just her pinky claw. What is she? A demon? A saviour? A thief? A lover? A warrior? No point in asking because she is going to be a skeleton in a few moments. Before I can show her my pride, her bow lets out a mighty thud. In my ears I hear a single heart beat. She got me, right in the heart. I sink to my knees. The red mage downed by a single arrow. NO! I try to use  my fleeting heart beat to summon one last blast. I can feel my lungs fill. As I go to breath her death toward her, nothing but blood comes out. She slides down the cliff toward me. As she picks a rose with her bare hand, she approaches me with her tail and fur flowing in the breeze. After pushing me over, she daintly throws the rose and its blood covered stem on me. Holstering her bow, she continues toward the plaguelands. I muster a final chuckle. Thank you.
Never in my life have I wished so hard that I could draw well.
Nelize Feb 2017
Do stars gather every night
For this dear mortal to absorb their delight?
Does their light patiently travel all those miles
Only for these eyes to absorb them with smiles?

Gravity of Force, gravity of Love
I wonder how much stardust twinkles in my ****** glove.

Grab a plate
Grab a drink
Fly if need be
Allow your thoughts to levitate among stars
Go outside and accompany them
Despite their countless numbers
Always being present
As if waiting for me to accompany them
As if without me they're incomplete
Happily flickering when they see me
Wanting me to be part of their story

Twinkling novas and dancing nebulas
Stars probably say, "there's Earth again, a merry go round, humans hide among rooftops and ground"
Numerous or singular, planetary or nebular
Human dust or stardust, neither of this matters
Humans in days, stars in miles
We all stories in the end

Eyes are windows of the soul,
Stars are windows of the universe abode
God's winking morse code
"Hi there, I see you"
Stars or souls, we're all stories in the end

Made in images of our Creator
So much so, even neuron clusters in human brains
Have similiar visual patterns of galactic clusters in heavenly terrain.

Sapiens city lights, interstellar starlights
So close, yet also, so far away
Sometimes I feel YHWH's eyes on me
The many, many thousands of starry eyes
As if God's out there and I'm just stardust
But YHWH is everywhere
Just like starry eyes

Gravity of Force, gravity of Love
I'm in God's story 'till the end.
David Bojay Feb 2015
Fluid loving
Intellectual touches to my ego makes me feel safe
These faces are similiar and my is mood levitating in the cosmos full of misery
The dreams I've been diving in have been hallucinations of my twisted universe
I wrote a eulogy of a person who made me suffer most
Oneness with the universe, I'm one with you baby girl I still think you're all that's worth
Lost in the prisms
Walking in natures holographic reality
Getting through with this spirit that helps me feel real to deal with these feelings I get when I'm missing you
Wasted love like unfinished letters to my old girl
Like how did we fall out?
Playing some John Lennon to convert tears into melodies
Acidic skies, many why's
The answer to the questions are neither truth or lies so I'll keep reticent and keep my 2 cents
Hello Daisies Feb 2019
I look at my scars
Darkend on my skin
Like spilled ink on paper

They're barely noticeable
Similiar to myself
holding deeper wounds
Only seen as an ingnifiant mark

I hate myself
Too much to be sad
Over scars from past
Im still making new ones

My body wasn't made to last
My mind made sure
So deeply insecure
I promise no-one sees

Always forgotten
Until i open a new one
What have they become
But a reminder

Im a broken window
Everyone sees right through
Tape over the whole
And ignore the shattered parts

My scars arent enough
To signify my pain
They don't scare anyone
Theyre too plain

Endless void of choking
Choking on life
Since I swallow it
No-one cares what's left inside

You may stay scars
I won't hide you
I'll just ignore you
Like everyone does me
Ive been ingored my whole life so I'll ignore my own body as well
Mariah Jun 2014
My ex kinda reminds me of my dad.
Their so ****** similiar, in my head i think its sad.
Two playas in the past tryin to change for their women.
But behind their backs they doin dirt and steady sinnin.
Not knowin what they have, ****** around with the past,
Cant give up their old ways, its to much to ask.
Cant give up the women, they need more then one.
Cant stick to commitment, one day and they done.
Playin with our heart, thinkin its fun.

****** over a bunch of girls, now they all cautious,
Duckin and dodgein when they see a chick they called it off with.
Miserable in their sleep dreamin of women huntin for revenge,
Rethinkin in their heads its time to trade the playa card in.
To bad thats not enough,
Next day that **** is dust,
Hiding stuff in they phone wonderin why we dont trust.
Check the social cinematography
Of the black mans discography
Ask me why they wanna destroy the whole family
This **** sounds shady even after the black lady
Feelin' like Hades ready to burn so many turns
Taking from shakin' hands with evilness bakin'
Time penitentiary bound no freedom to sound
Liberty bells ain't nothing but hell all thoughts swell
From the beating of my cells goes around like a carousel
Wicked word play buzzards circlin' over those decayed
Suckas getting delayed better pray for better days
Or else im gone let the led spray invoke doomsday  
End your pay day got Clinton's resume
Along with Jessie Jackson made us African
American there i am again black folks need to ascend
Take no amends or reprimands on hand
See the clan is Wu **** the boys in blues
Love red and yellow sunsets makin' my melanin a threat
Sir nose goes through the nostrils slow so
I could paint my own reality so come battle me
Show you a real criminology
The black Gatsby specialized in illicit brewery fifty carrots on my jewelry
Enticing the honeys but they gets no money
*** they only wanna pension broke the enlistment of the social army y'all can't harm me?!


Love women with the thick thighs and butts
And haters get stuck left like a pig and gut
Til they air dry y'all die its no lie look at my eyes
Got Vietnam's thousand yard stare don't care
Can't none compare to the sound of the snare
A black hawk circling the air stalkin' pigeons
To unknown scared based religions check the visions
Drawn by me vividly hung on the calvary
Black Jesus is so facetious thats how they greet us
Reverse the black mask paint it white is the task
Michaelango wasn't famous for just being an artist regardless
How many wanna reward it you can't discard it
The ***** was known for changing dark faces to white faces
Taste a place of trading places beat the cases
**** the **** racist keep a steady pace ace
Or become one with the death race
Numero uno turn your body sumo you know
The skills smoother than the vocals of a stylistic
Majestic to mystic suckas catchin' crickets
Like Jimmy smoke more than a chimney
Somebody pass me the Remmy gas the hemi
Big duelers hang with 12 rulers who crueler
Battles shattered from skills of ****** the demi God against all odds
Born to get worshiped subliminally
Hate me but love the imagine in we
Black folks wake up see they on a fake up
Claim they love us but it's a plot to corrupt
Change the station with no hesitation
This for the melanin creation
Second round KO cannibis moving slow
Round my thoughts so the black universal
Can lay me the masterplan similiar to Tubman
Harriet the harder it gets the easier the grit
****** on my woman's *** to ****
For the alchemy heals me so beautifully
I stay ******' the media's without the celibacy
Diego pina Jun 2013
Would u consider yourself dead, before your born?
Appreciate silence, for it births sound, and when sound dies silence is still there.
Its a strange thing, life. An instant. A single moment consisting of multiple conscious states.
It vanished but it was once.
Legacies are similiar to sound, the stronger they are the farther they are heard. But eventually the backround silence will be 'unheard' but listened to.
Rip Lazybones Oct 2015
This is the last you will read from my mind
I'm grateful to all the readers of every kind
You never put my mediocrity in the sun light
Years of patiently reading when my mind is a little further from alright
Let's take one last trip together
Just the all of us
Do you believe in absolutes
Latches, laces, or velcro on your moon boots
Space navigation and life are a bit similiar to me
I have never chosen a direction in either
Does my thoughts jumping make you nervous
Then we have two things in common
Always being up late being the second
Seconds, I'm counting the ones we have left
There's something out there
Somewhere in the starry abyss
Hopefully it is some fuzzy creatures
No more dreams, no more panic
Finally can stop being labeled as manic
We are just here to talk about dreams
But where we plan to go is much further than it seems
That's it, that's all
Please let go of my paw
Find your own way because I refuse to share
I love you all and your wonderful hair
My last piece of useless suggestions
Take it slow there is no rush to get there
Please ensure I don't see you soon
Now would you kindly get off my moon.
Thank you
Yo feel the boomerang that hangs
Off ya mental it's plain and simple
I pop demos like pimples know the principle
How to flow master the glow like Bruce Leroy I'm turning yellow
Super Saiyan keep enemies on their knees praying
Once my skin touches the sun that's my sho gun puttin' holes in one
I'm talkin' about ya head we never chase the bread instead
Like to knock Wilmas and beat on the mental doors like Fred
In the bed cuz I make it rock hard to cop
Yet I don't stop til my nuts pop and my celestrial ***** drops
I'm speakin' ****** alchemy raisin' that third eye to heights of sunny
Ain't nothing funny never played a *** or a dummy
Mad cuz they womens be up under me sayin' punish me
Once I give em a hit of the weapon' no half steppin' like Fetchin'
This is the third stage of Armageddon no more lettin'.
Off I'm a God next to Amen'ra
Above the law like Segal ruthless on the mic tactics similiar to Siegal check the sequel
I can tell a pig cuz they always squeal for real ya know the deal
So fakers stop runnin' ya mouth
Before death becomes ya permanent seal


Once I enter your head the adrenaline sped
Leavin' ya oozin' and ya brains dead
**** what critics said mad cuz I'm bakin' more bread
Than a baker like **** shakers I be the earthquaker
Rhymes shake ya into a coma check my persona
Got few rukas from Tijuana
Tote marijuana my bicho
Strikes like the tail of an iguana black as Madonna worshipped under
The secrecy of the Romans papacy
Just another black mystery of legacy
Just cause we better than thee
lookin' at the stars I see bars beyond bars
Infectin' my ment'al like lars far from subpar as ya subconscious scarred
From my projectables that's barbed
Like wire it don't matter you still gone shatter
That badder I get the harder I hit
Like pucks to stick
I'm scoring and no goal tending this
This is me at my worse breakin' the curse through every verse
Emcees catchin' bodies
Then I am the hearse soon to take a search
Hikin' up the divine mountain and blessing's counting
It don't matter ya rhymes amount to nothing
MCs glutton as the games unbutton
But I'm dressin' up my flows then all of sudden
I gotta play my guard close soon for them to see toast
Spiritually drained as I hit em back to back like a  boomerang

this huh boomerang
I said it before.
But i didnt explain.
The complexity of my words.
What did i say?
"My tears are like knives
And im crying all over my body
Ive got scars all over"

See i wasnt lying.
My cheeks look like a cuttingboard.
Each time my body gets cut open
My blood runs black.
It oozes through my veins, and out to the ground.
I am not to be understood.
Like one runs into a train
The roads so similiar
But wind up here,
On this one tear.
These tears that cut,
Are like unopenable doors that shut.
The wind up closes,
As my final thoughts choose to vanish.
These tears
These knives
Prove often to be poetic
Because i often write about the scars.
I often write about my pain
but my silence echoes.
Bouncing
Bouncin
Bounci
Bounc
Boun
Bou
Bo
B.
*silence
Zayn Aug 2015
Drowning in them,
As if one was dropped in the middle,
The middle of the ocean- I call dark blue.
Devoid of any floatation.
Just countless remarks of childish infatuations.

Reminiscing upon them,
Daydreaming of an altered reality.
Reality; one similiar to a minimalist's art gallery
Works of primary colours, and dark shades.
Reflecting on broken promises,
And promises that were never made

Caught up in them,
Body intertweined with miscellaneous veins
Veins found among the greenest of all jungles.
Words of truth, lost in a jungle of lies.
We hide truth that others will despise.
DCM Aug 2015
The cut you left on my heart is not the first of many to come.
Deeper compared to the others I admit.
Nott healed just yet.
The same pain.
Similiar situations.
Soon to be all overcome.
I have no doubt this will be afixed.
Staying clear of you, it'll mend into a scar, just like the rest.
Leaving in imprint, but not a setback.
This pain shall end.
This encounter, conquered.
And thats really whats keeping me together right now.
Me.
My Self.
And I.
I lost you, yet in the midst of it all.
I found myself.
DaRk IcE Mar 2016
I hear the echos of
A snide
Tongue
While you
Say
I love
You
The worst times
Reside in
Your last
Words
The air acts as
A knife
That cuts with
Each movement
I
Take
A darkened tone
Fills the space
I stand
That the light
Never
Touches
A place where
Right isn't
Practiced
Enough
And wrong is
Always
Right there
Emotions grow weary
With each
Failing
And I can go
No
More
Im motionless
A victom of
A
Similiar past
That haunts
My every
Movement
Insanity grasps my
Reluctant
Defeat
Of something
That seems like a
Dream
Except my eyes
Are open
And im very
Much
Alive
I call shots like a mobb boss meaning you'll get tossed loosin' exhaust
Found in the lost afterworld envisions it was my decisions
To cut ya breath from living
Everyday winning got me sinning no grinning
Never see the tears of a clown so I frown
And look down on my enemies you minimes compared to me and barely
Amount to nothing get a snuffin' worse than welts from tight cuffin
On the hands stretchin' money bands cuz the game demands flows smooth like a  gust of wind
Entering your temple no it's just my bullets liftin' your mental
So it's homicidal mic skills hit like a tidal
Waves crave the heart of a brave lion no trying
Fools end up dying I ain't lying I'll leave ya body crying
And white cells multiplyin' but there's no denyin'
The depths of hell castin' spells to ya mmelons swell
And you can tell from the smell of a dead body my team Gotti I be Andy
bardellino got ya singin' saprano ****** ya halo
Even in the afterlife I made lilith my wife sharp as shaved knife
Who could **** with my legacy similiar to pun and biggie
Inflict more pain then politicians lobbyin' in DC
Equipped for Armageddon
With mad ammunition we hittin'
None of us missin' straight *******
Can't escape the invasion we blazin'
Major weedwith no seeds my soul feeds
On vengeful deeds plus I'll never bleed
Bulletproof army fatigue
Thugged out justice league
Similiar to ****** a born soldier
******' with a Don
I thought i told ya
I'm hard to **** grab yo shield
Introduce you to the killing fields
My ****** ready for battle
Wars is honored while my enemies paddle
On their knees beggin insanity pleas
But wont get no mercy outta me
Its me lyrical mercenary making caskets for the cemetery so don't worry I'll bury
Any competition that's wishin to go against me?
Go to sleep *******


Yeah grab of a couple
Of black ski mask
Set up the task for the perfect blast
Spin around my enemies like taz
Leavin' a path
Of destruction fools couldn't follow instructions
Blood rushin' causin' concussions
Cuz death lustin' love ******'
Hataz get nothing
Wicked ways made my men
Evil seems to set trends
So How can I be an Angel when my demons unleashing from within
Minds hatching no satisfaction
Stay packin' if I'm shot
My homies will be backing
Me up so don't intervene
Once I step on the scene blazin' creams
Aimmin' infered beams
****** hits ending all teams one by one
And you can tell by the bodies stunk
Lexi Smith Apr 2017
WHAT KIND OF RELATIONSHIP IS THIS?! I can't even talk to you... my heart is breaking constantly by the ignorant words you spew at me! Do you even care? You say you do. Do you even try? You say you do. Do you think of me when I'm gone? You say you do.. you say a lot of things.. but I think I'm simply to naive to understand, that it's all lies. You don't care, do you? And why would you?.. I have no where else to go, nowhere else to say what I'm feeling so I bottle it up, but its unlike a ship in a bottle, the contents of my bottle is more similiar to that of a liquor bottle. Just as the lowly alcoholic gets his comfort from his whiskey I get mine from admitting my true feelings inside this bottle, mine too is a nasty addiction. If I say anything about how much I care for you and how much pain you're causing me, I'll appear as a "crazy woman" or whatever else fits that same description. When in all reality, I just want to love on you, and you not take me for granted.. is that too much to ask? That you don't break my heart, because you keep doing it, over and over again. It's like you're picking at a scab and scarring me over and over again with your razor blade words. Please, stop. Take a look at what you're doing, please... before I wither away.
a wet street is not similiar to rain
but it's a sign that it has rained
fever's not flu
but it's a sign
i woke up with my hands soaked in wine
and begging you two things:
1- excess
2- not going home
can we have only first dates where we can always be
anyone else?
can we exchange habits?
close my eyes between your legs
i love burnt bread, black coffee and butter
and swimming through time towards time
like in a midnight carless highway
fever's not flu;
it's desire's errands
it's a trip you tell no one
it's a page or a screen.
it's a sign,
how would you describe it?
Let's take it from the top, naw I can't stop, once my ears, catch the beat drop,
Alright, time to throw in my props, like Kevin Lee, still a ***** chasing the bees,
Wait I'm looking for the honey's, never wasted money, in **** I don't trust,
All feelings in a touch, my performance is clutch, like to do *** in the form of Dutch,
Freaky is I so why lie, but back to the mic, I hold it right, cup it like a baby iight,
Fools love to find they way, twisted in the words of my say, well make my day,
You'll be chilling at the dock of the bay, with ya body exposed over the ocean ways,
We undercover mobsters, similiar to Tony Soprano, they say hell's no,
I say hello, from the sneaks of the barrel, double holes, that's how it goes,
Fools can't keep up with the flow, I got a million more, straight up *******,
From the slums of Houston, you can tell I'm a rocket, by how I'm boosting,
Yo we have a problem, but it ain't nothing that a fist, or iron can't resolve em,
Spin like a I revolve em, I'm so cold you see the phlegm, over the world,
My third eye could even blind the Messiah eye, put in front of you, like a sty,
Why ask why, im just freestyling, the art is, I do it for the craft, putting marks to this,
I'm so ludicrous, flippers of the game, get lousy to this, ain't really saying much,
That's why I put my, platinum to golden touch, see the plats don't lie,
Vocals can't even be heard from the skies, yo got girls that blow, like Mahalia Jackson, I gets mad satisfaction, no subtraction,
We only speak addition, to a new edition, so many keys I put to an ignition,
To the rhymes, in the back of my mind, see god and devil's, gave me the design,
So ya can't hold me, flex over the game, the Black Ginolbi, or better yet Kobe,
Smokes high rising, cuz just blaze, did another igniting, ain't no disguising,
The real over the fakes, we throw ****** letters, and Berettas, at the jakes,
Even shoot up the wake, while everybody else is a wake, nah it's never too late,
To show up at the party, hardy hardy, who can see death apart from tragedy,
Ya noble majesty, somebody blast me, so I can show em who is G - O -D,
Yosef ain't never gone drop, even when I'm six feet in my coffin propped,
My eyes closed, but still hear the fear in those, speaking dirt on my name,
Ride back out of the grave, like thriller mayne, that boy is so insane,
Engrained my presence in ya soul, you can't escape the weighing heavy vessel,
And I got the biggest muscles, flex it from Houston all the way to Brussels,
Feel me though, shot out to the real, if you feel, grab a hold of your steel,


****!!!!
"Can't break the unbreakable, shake the unshakeable,
**** the ungrateful, Yosef merciful and invincible,
It's Yosef baby, it's Yosef baby,
And it's all gravy"
Smooth it out, smooth it out
Let me take ya on a deep route,
Universal tour, I deserve an encore,
Keen sight on the lazy,
They tried to play me, got more acts than the Wayans babies,
No if ands or maybe, styles similiar to
Nas Doom and JayZ,
Wait it's too many artist, to name regardless,
Protect my cartilage,
From the clips that discharge, yo I used to wanna live really large,
At the top of the mountain, laying with multiples chicks at the fountain,
Of youth I only focus on truth,
Bumped out fantasy, now I see life
For what it really means,
Just spilling the beans, family of the celestial beings,
Star child, lost in the wild, as reality kicks
Me like Guile,
Flash back of the days of way back, we used to have each other's back,
Now everybody on the verge of a
Sneak attack


Dance to the tunes of j dilla,
Beat goons,
Cycles like a tycoon, and youll be consume by the lyrical monsoon,
Transform like directional windstorms, I come
Calm but bring much harm,
Too those who try to bring harm,
Told y'all once more,
I stick with the *******, watch for the apple bottoms,
It'll leave ya eyes sore, and before ya know you'll in debt from the ceiling,
To the floor either or,
I still love the cuties, doing they duties, but luxurious looks don't move me,
Only chicks with a mind,
Can move me,
Babygirl believe me, like I believe in you, only
The real can relate to the view,
danny May 2018
Scars shone bright,
Still expected to set the table and serve.
Good enough to weep and use,
But not compatible enough to claim as yours.

You expect to benefit from my years of struggle.
With the same mouth that you used to kiss and explore me.
You cut me down with such force I cannot muster enough energy
For Vengeance.

Blessed are the ones who fit the mold
Conditionally loved is no love at all.
Held by the arms that were raised to me.
A kicked dog and its traitorous tail.

Inept, bereft and lonely.
Go to words for my bio.
Reborn now, new skin still raw.
Took as long as it took I guess, regrets take up time too.

When a wind touches me now, I feel a part of me blowing away.
Like ashes in the breeze. Unsure if it's the old me or new.
Figured I would find my people, they act similiar
But have the same traits none the less.

Everyone has a napkin to help dry my eyes.
Some crisp and ironed, most are already used.
Found a new one to add to the list of words I hate,
Soon. It takes its rightful place beside ****** and No.

Comfort blanket no longer bullet proof,
The fairy dust ran out long ago.
Big boy shoes are all scuffed.
I use them for dancing now not running.
KathleenAMaloney Jun 2016
There's no looking Back
There never was
This part I've played
A part in a movie
Stronger than my own Life
Played Right Thru me
Impossible
But True, Absolutely True
How could it be?
Steered
Constantly
Handled
Handled
Handled
This way
And That
Each Time Resisting
But It was to Their Life I resisted Most
I don' t like to be driven
No, nor a driver,
It's True
I gave them both up
To Know Love
And I became
Just a Lover
And a Friend
Who would give anything
To those who love me freely
But not for sport

I Loved You
That was enough
It was All I ever Had
And I was so Happy
So so Happy
To give that
And hold that too
The visions were my blessing
And the greatest Joy
For my innocence to learn
A language of Mind thought
So sharing
That was love in thought

But Then you wanted
Something
I could not give
A form of competition
I gave up
So many years ago
When I prayed
To Become as One
To have something
to give my Love to
And it came to me

You could never See
My Soul
After That
It was the only reason
I ever came

And Now
I have lived Your Life
Your Souls Life
Your Diminishing Health
Your Brsin
Your Regrets
Your Loves
Your Fight
Even
Of the time I was captured
Fighting
Off the Coast of Africa
Even that
Our Vibration
So Similiar
I took your Dark
Because I Lived You
And I always Will
Now You are welcome
To come to my Home
And Bring Your Family
Or Alone
Because Now
The Invitation
Is From Me
For You
And that is all I have
My tears
Have been
For You
But Gratitude
For this Knowing
Will Betray me
For the Greater Life
I've Lived
Thru You
My Garden
That I see
And Know Your Endless Life
Within Thee
I will never Miss You
For that Feeling
That Touches Me
Thru this Truth
And Makes me
Long
For
More
Irate Watcher Aug 2017
Lately,
just the bumps
and the grind
no outlet anywhere,
just outlets everywhere.
turning everyone off,
please let me just focus
on the brightness in the dark.

Its lonely here,
and stifling sometimes.
speaking in brief
interjections,
my voice grows stronger.
no release of inarticulate
thoughts in small talk -
just dealing with them.

Waking up with
no aftertaste of moving
at someone else's pace.
barely noticed how I
was trained til
re-lax and just be me,
that extraordinary feeling
of being me,
in that place where
there is no try,
Just climbing,
just a smile
at sentiments
similiar to mine.

And my,

We're all just dropping in
and saying goodbye.
wondering what each other's
private life is like.

This is mine.
Johnnie Woods Nov 2019
Terence McKenna claimed
both psychedelics and travels
to be very affective and similiar
tools that help expand the mind.
Connecting these claims
with the observations of Aldous Huxley,
who proposed the mind and the
physical Earth(terrains, continents, landscapes)
to be conjoined with a shockingly strong bond
We can see Terence's idea
making Huxley's words fuller, more clear,
and more credible.

You can see, one's mind is in a great part shaped by
his everyday environment & actions. Repetitions lead
to the creation of bonds. Revisiting these paths
without a doubt creates a map of some kind.

— The End —