"skrillex" poems - Hello Poetry

lyrical rhymes, beats in epic time dance around ten times the dime that's beats per minute, 100 plus wonderful noises reminiscent of us dark poets sing of ravens and owls while I sing of roars and howls serenades in escalades, roll down the powershades Dubstep beat-drops, guitar string heart-throbs all of them blast through my Skullcandy's dance the dance of wine and brandy drunken and wild and not so mild spark animal instincts, to hunt and mate mangled sheets and broken beds lie below the newlyweds as the saxophone and trombone softly sweep around their home Deadmau5, Skrillex and Nero party hard to Guitar Hero while I slave over my laptop listening to the beat drop.

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Mar 12, 2013

Mar 12, 2013 at 12:05 AM UTC

Quiltel

Everytime the beat drops

lyrical rhymes, beats in epic time dance around ten times the dime that's beats per minute, 100 plus wonderful noises reminiscent of us dark poets sing of ravens and owls while I sing of roars and howls serenades in escalades, roll down the powershades Dubstep beat-drops, guitar string heart-throbs all of them blast through my Skullcandy's dance the dance of wine and brandy drunken and wild and not so mild spark animal instincts, to hunt and mate mangled sheets and broken beds lie below the newlyweds as the saxophone and trombone softly sweep around their home Deadmau5, Skrillex and Nero party hard to Guitar Hero while I slave over my laptop listening to the beat drop.

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Cudi, Miller, My skrillex killer. My only tune is dreamin high, I'm just sober it's a lie, Got my tack my only tune, iss ok be home in june, see my boo so soon no doom, Its a relapse she my trigga I collapse wit out my ***** has the tips we seen the trips. Keep ya real don't give ya lips, Your'e friend that blow your'e friend the *** don't lose your'e pride don't lose that glow, I'd feal the blame. My heart the shame., Restart the button and earn the "name" I'm sorry hailey, Leavin nd diseven Gettin lost nd takin cost, Ya boo jesse Mckush for my sister hailey haglund

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May 20, 2013

May 20, 2013 at 6:01 PM UTC

arrywill-keepya-smilin

Familys lost, I'm In a **** homeless shelter

Cudi, Miller, My skrillex killer. My only tune is dreamin high, I'm just sober it's a lie, Got my tack my only tune, iss ok be home in june, see my boo so soon no doom, Its a relapse she my trigga I collapse wit out my ***** has the tips we seen the trips. Keep ya real don't give ya lips, Your'e friend that blow your'e friend the *** don't lose your'e pride don't lose that glow, I'd feal the blame. My heart the shame., Restart the button and earn the "name" I'm sorry hailey, Leavin nd diseven Gettin lost nd takin cost, Ya boo jesse Mckush for my sister hailey haglund

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Have never known such beauty until last night. Skin to skin our weighted bodies passed through a house with ease. Patrone stung the throats of eager souls trying to find themselves in the night. Shot glasses raised high above heads and my smile penetrated the darkness. **** hits and low hip dips we held the night in our hands. It was easy to get lost with those beautiful arms pulling you in a thousand directions. Hidden cool rooms and teens reaching their doom I was completely consumed. Pale skin and heavy laughter her arms held my dizzy head as always. She cooled me off and led me back to familiar arms. Side glances and smoke filled lungs I heard cinema by skrillex bumpin through me. That night dissolved into me.

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Sep 25, 2012

Sep 25, 2012 at 6:04 PM UTC

samber-saenz

Life

Have never known such beauty until last night. Skin to skin our weighted bodies passed through a house with ease. Patrone stung the throats of eager souls trying to find themselves in the night. Shot glasses raised high above heads and my smile penetrated the darkness. **** hits and low hip dips we held the night in our hands. It was easy to get lost with those beautiful arms pulling you in a thousand directions. Hidden cool rooms and teens reaching their doom I was completely consumed. Pale skin and heavy laughter her arms held my dizzy head as always. She cooled me off and led me back to familiar arms. Side glances and smoke filled lungs I heard cinema by skrillex bumpin through me. That night dissolved into me.

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Submissions to the Annual Musical Torture Experiment for 2017 are officially open! Submit your five songs by emailing them to [email protected] "BUT WHAT IS THE MUSICAL TORTURE EXPERIMENT NICK?" Well me, I'm glad you asked. The Musical Torture Experiment was started in 2013 by yours truely, Nicholas R Coulombe. Where I asked everyone I knew, met, or saw on the street, to hand me 5 songs that I would add to one playlist, listen to that playlist on a loop AND NO OTHER MUSIC for an entire month. I have continued this tradition each year recruiting Willing victims & voulenteers to listen along with me. These victims have many different lives, interests, and genre preferences, but there is one thing they all have in common. The blissfull escapism of living in their headphones. This gaggle of Tune-heads who use their music as a fundamental life resource, a coping mechanism, an escapist fantasy or meditation. These people offer their body and spirit to music. Now, for a whole month, they are relinquishing control of their music. Shotgun no longer shuts their piehole. For an entire month. Listeners will not be able to skip or select any music other than YOUR SUBMISSIONS! This is the perfect opportunity to force someone to really find whats so amazing about those artists we culturally hate. Or maybe theirs an oldy that your grandkids Refuse to consider music because there is static or twangy voices instead of bass drops. Maybe you talk about your love of skrillex and a hipster spits their kombucha in your face. If you have songs that DESERVE the light of day. This is your chance to indulge in their exhibition. want to voulenteer yourself as tribute to listen along with these crazy ******** keep tabs on what is being added cause you think its kinda interesting? Or contribute YOUR five songs? Just Send an email to [email protected] by the end of August to participate! Go check out the playlist itself here: https://open.spotify.com/user/124409443/playlist/2TAdzDUKx7sfW1uJrqMS7K

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Jul 3, 2017

Jul 3, 2017 at 10:41 PM UTC

GeekElement

Annual Musical Torture Experiment: 2017

Submissions to the Annual Musical Torture Experiment for 2017 are officially open! Submit your five songs by emailing them to [email protected] "BUT WHAT IS THE MUSICAL TORTURE EXPERIMENT NICK?" Well me, I'm glad you asked. The Musical Torture Experiment was started in 2013 by yours truely, Nicholas R Coulombe. Where I asked everyone I knew, met, or saw on the street, to hand me 5 songs that I would add to one playlist, listen to that playlist on a loop AND NO OTHER MUSIC for an entire month. I have continued this tradition each year recruiting Willing victims & voulenteers to listen along with me. These victims have many different lives, interests, and genre preferences, but there is one thing they all have in common. The blissfull escapism of living in their headphones. This gaggle of Tune-heads who use their music as a fundamental life resource, a coping mechanism, an escapist fantasy or meditation. These people offer their body and spirit to music. Now, for a whole month, they are relinquishing control of their music. Shotgun no longer shuts their piehole. For an entire month. Listeners will not be able to skip or select any music other than YOUR SUBMISSIONS! This is the perfect opportunity to force someone to really find whats so amazing about those artists we culturally hate. Or maybe theirs an oldy that your grandkids Refuse to consider music because there is static or twangy voices instead of bass drops. Maybe you talk about your love of skrillex and a hipster spits their kombucha in your face. If you have songs that DESERVE the light of day. This is your chance to indulge in their exhibition. want to voulenteer yourself as tribute to listen along with these crazy ******** keep tabs on what is being added cause you think its kinda interesting? Or contribute YOUR five songs? Just Send an email to [email protected] by the end of August to participate! Go check out the playlist itself here: https://open.spotify.com/user/124409443/playlist/2TAdzDUKx7sfW1uJrqMS7K

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Everything around me spends ... As I'm sitting on the toilet.... Time stops for no one ... How am I going to pass this class... What am I doing with this ciggerette.. I hate being lonely... I hate seeing other people together... Let me get on Facebook ... There is nothing on Facebook ... Let me get on Instagram... **** , no one liked my pictures ... No one cares about me ... How am I suppose to live my life .. When am I going to be happy ... When will I get a car... Am I ugly ... Do I smell.. What will people do if I die ... How am I suppose to live with this ... I am going to fail my classes... My mother will kick me out... My brother hates my guts... Are my friends my true friends.... Will someone walk in the restroom ... They think I'm ******** They think I'm peeing.. They really don't care.. No one cares about me ... Why am I African American ... Do I have purpose in life ... Well I need to study more.... I love skrillex so much ... I love dubstep even more ... Music and drawing is my life ... Everything right now ***** but I guess it'll get better huh......

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Apr 17, 2014

Apr 17, 2014 at 6:03 PM UTC

Knoddology

Thinking so much

Everything around me spends ... As I'm sitting on the toilet.... Time stops for no one ... How am I going to pass this class... What am I doing with this ciggerette.. I hate being lonely... I hate seeing other people together... Let me get on Facebook ... There is nothing on Facebook ... Let me get on Instagram... **** , no one liked my pictures ... No one cares about me ... How am I suppose to live my life .. When am I going to be happy ... When will I get a car... Am I ugly ... Do I smell.. What will people do if I die ... How am I suppose to live with this ... I am going to fail my classes... My mother will kick me out... My brother hates my guts... Are my friends my true friends.... Will someone walk in the restroom ... They think I'm ******** They think I'm peeing.. They really don't care.. No one cares about me ... Why am I African American ... Do I have purpose in life ... Well I need to study more.... I love skrillex so much ... I love dubstep even more ... Music and drawing is my life ... Everything right now ***** but I guess it'll get better huh......

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Skrillex and Rob Sitting in the tree Eating their beans Playing some cod Eating some food Rob then says "What up dude" Skrillex replies "Nothing much just eating some food" Skrillex looks at Rob Rob looks at him They start to get feisty Skrillex starts to hop Rob starts to cheer I'm rick Harrison and this is my pawn shop

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Oct 25, 2016

Oct 25, 2016 at 11:17 AM UTC

emmett-brown

Skrillex x Rob Dyrdek

Skrillex and Rob Sitting in the tree Eating their beans Playing some cod Eating some food Rob then says "What up dude" Skrillex replies "Nothing much just eating some food" Skrillex looks at Rob Rob looks at him They start to get feisty Skrillex starts to hop Rob starts to cheer I'm rick Harrison and this is my pawn shop

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there are far too many holes in my shirt he tells me, winking he asks me if I'm cold Would I like his jumper? No, it's far too small. He's far too happy when he sits here talking with me and I am far too at ease. He tells me about his dreams and plans he talks about video games, how he stans for skrillex, and all that dubstep stuff and I can't even listen to it now. He tells me his home life, and how he was scared He tells me about brothers and possible sisters He asks me how I am, and I tell him the truth he hangs an arm round my shoulder he is far too comfortable with comforting me. But only when no one else is here but see, now I'm embellishing because I am not talking to him I'm talking about him to myself. I'm not yet comfortable with comforting myself and there are far too many holes in this shirt and the story.

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Sep 27, 2018

Sep 27, 2018 at 9:32 AM UTC

Deviate

far too many holes

there are far too many holes in my shirt he tells me, winking he asks me if I'm cold Would I like his jumper? No, it's far too small. He's far too happy when he sits here talking with me and I am far too at ease. He tells me about his dreams and plans he talks about video games, how he stans for skrillex, and all that dubstep stuff and I can't even listen to it now. He tells me his home life, and how he was scared He tells me about brothers and possible sisters He asks me how I am, and I tell him the truth he hangs an arm round my shoulder he is far too comfortable with comforting me. But only when no one else is here but see, now I'm embellishing because I am not talking to him I'm talking about him to myself. I'm not yet comfortable with comforting myself and there are far too many holes in this shirt and the story.

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