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"villian" poems
"lie still and let it wash over you, the was and is and soon to be. How frightening yet effervescent the next 24 hours. The lust, and musts of future days revert to the ancient past..." patty m. >< the irony! when I am stilled, the effervescence of me unbounded, unleashed, and the torrential rain of words fulfilling and departing from my interior I am a Grand Central Station of trains labelled "the was and is and soon to be'' all moving in an unscheduled mayhem, but never crashing. never accidenting, only accenting my racing against time, my oldest and fiercest Super Villian, and one just knows, never can you beat time, time, that old rascally up his sleeve card magician, who when shuffling the deck, he knows what was, what is, and here his red eyes gleam with satisfaction, soon to be... He and I, old familiar adversaries addicted to living. never leave the table, never leave a *** or a poem on the felt, and having always felt, firm believed, there will always be one more, one more gamble, another day, to write another poem and turning my cards over to reveal, to revel, in my Royal Flush of creativity, when time, smiling face, with his wild card, **** time, who trumps me for it, in possess of a Five-of-a-Kind(1) ~' and the new players, the young poets, slap me on the back, saying I had a great run, but they don't know 'bout my secret stash, preprogrammed to appear, long after these fingers cease their tangled tango of tap dancing, my dust, my lusts and musts will unstilled yet be blowing, floating in the soon to be so ha!                          nml 6:30am Wed Sep 10 Twenty Twenty Five
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Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 8:42 AM UTC
the was and is and soon to be...
"lie still and let it wash over you, the was and is and soon to be. How frightening yet effervescent the next 24 hours. The lust, and musts of future days revert to the ancient past..." patty m. >< the irony! when I am stilled, the effervescence of me unbounded, unleashed, and the torrential rain of words fulfilling and departing from my interior I am a Grand Central Station of trains labelled "the was and is and soon to be'' all moving in an unscheduled mayhem, but never crashing. never accidenting, only accenting my racing against time, my oldest and fiercest Super Villian, and one just knows, never can you beat time, time, that old rascally up his sleeve card magician, who when shuffling the deck, he knows what was, what is, and here his red eyes gleam with satisfaction, soon to be... He and I, old familiar adversaries addicted to living. never leave the table, never leave a *** or a poem on the felt, and having always felt, firm believed, there will always be one more, one more gamble, another day, to write another poem and turning my cards over to reveal, to revel, in my Royal Flush of creativity, when time, smiling face, with his wild card, **** time, who trumps me for it, in possess of a Five-of-a-Kind(1) ~' and the new players, the young poets, slap me on the back, saying I had a great run, but they don't know 'bout my secret stash, preprogrammed to appear, long after these fingers cease their tangled tango of tap dancing, my dust, my lusts and musts will unstilled yet be blowing, floating in the soon to be so ha!                          nml 6:30am Wed Sep 10 Twenty Twenty Five
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Last night I dreamed My life as a comic book. An intermingled mess, Those who have not read Every single issue, Cannot begin to know. A brightly colored spectrum Of unexpected blows. Amidst all the villian’s Unrelenting throws Of powers no more Than planting The seeds of self doubt, I stood armed to fall. As each seed landed Upon  my head, I fell to watch Each punch line Read only “Bam!” and “Kapow!”. The plot never thickened And never came to save me. In a story from the villan’s head, Perpetually trapped Until the hero returned to write her portion of my tale. As the seeds grew Into absolute fear, A twisted feeling Took hold of my gut. Who is the antagonist and who the protagonist?
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Mar 31, 2012
Mar 31, 2012 at 2:42 PM UTC
Superhero
i finalised my "divorce" today. well, it was a breakup. 2 years together, lived together, shared our cats, shared a life... all that. so yeah, it felt like a mini divorce. and i couldn't help but notice how relatable the song "happiness" by taylor swift is now... _"all the years i've given is just **** we're dividing up"_ he left the house a week ago. today he came by, and divided up our shared things. _"tell me when did your winning smile_ _began to look like a smirk?_ _when did all our lessons start to look like weapons_ _pointed at my deepest hurt?"_ when i first met him, it was the stuff of fairytales - like most relationships. we shared some of the best memories of our lives together. but like all good things, it came to an end. over time, we became stressed with life's responsibilities. we became toxic to each other, and both made terrible mistakes. towards the end, it became the inevitable to end things. _"after giving you the best i had_ _tell me what to give after that?"_ i gave it my all. we both tried our best. it just wasn't meant to be. _"haunted by the look in my eyes_ _that would've loved you for a lifetime"_ how i wished he was the one... given any chance, i would've loved him for a lifetime. i miss him. i miss the life we shared. i grieve for the future we will never have. _"i can't make it go away by making you a villian"_ but just because the relationship failed, it was still extraordinarily beautiful. i hold zero resentment towards him at all. no negative feelings. i wish him all the best in the future. _"no one teaches you what to do_ _when a good man hurts you_ _and you know you hurt him too"_ these lyrics hit me the most... _"there'll be happiness after you_ _but there was happiness because of you"_ goodbye, lover. maybe in another lifetime, our paths will cross again. but for now, i wish you all the happiness in the world. i will always have love for you deep in my heart.
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Dec 20, 2022
Dec 20, 2022 at 11:23 AM UTC
something i wrote after he came over for the last time to divide our things up
i finalised my "divorce" today. well, it was a breakup. 2 years together, lived together, shared our cats, shared a life... all that. so yeah, it felt like a mini divorce. and i couldn't help but notice how relatable the song "happiness" by taylor swift is now... _"all the years i've given is just **** we're dividing up"_ he left the house a week ago. today he came by, and divided up our shared things. _"tell me when did your winning smile_ _began to look like a smirk?_ _when did all our lessons start to look like weapons_ _pointed at my deepest hurt?"_ when i first met him, it was the stuff of fairytales - like most relationships. we shared some of the best memories of our lives together. but like all good things, it came to an end. over time, we became stressed with life's responsibilities. we became toxic to each other, and both made terrible mistakes. towards the end, it became the inevitable to end things. _"after giving you the best i had_ _tell me what to give after that?"_ i gave it my all. we both tried our best. it just wasn't meant to be. _"haunted by the look in my eyes_ _that would've loved you for a lifetime"_ how i wished he was the one... given any chance, i would've loved him for a lifetime. i miss him. i miss the life we shared. i grieve for the future we will never have. _"i can't make it go away by making you a villian"_ but just because the relationship failed, it was still extraordinarily beautiful. i hold zero resentment towards him at all. no negative feelings. i wish him all the best in the future. _"no one teaches you what to do_ _when a good man hurts you_ _and you know you hurt him too"_ these lyrics hit me the most... _"there'll be happiness after you_ _but there was happiness because of you"_ goodbye, lover. maybe in another lifetime, our paths will cross again. but for now, i wish you all the happiness in the world. i will always have love for you deep in my heart.
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He comes in with sword so sharp Prying the princess away from the harp She is bewildered by his arrival Guards try to stop him in a fight of survival Without mercy he chops them down One by one they fall to the ground All of them defeated With the same sword I am greeted So I break the castle to ruins Killing all remaining humans The princess is gone This is all wrong I was only trying to keep her safe! Then the stranger came in thinking he was brave...? Oh- Oh no-- All alone now Still in awe how I now understand The play is grand! There was one more blank spot to fill in My role as the villian
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Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 5:34 PM UTC
Happily ever after
I am not a poet nor a mathematician, I did not major in science, I majored in bad decisions, at least one I can call my own. I am a misfit; I bleed words for a living, we're all going to die my friends, I plan to die alone. I am an artist through and through, from each creative incision my hate for them consumes. I have grown more lethal; I have become incurable, I am a hideous villain this time I'm keeping score. I pity the weak have you not heard of me, if you have then you're a nobody too. Cause I love to dwell with misfits, those who feel what I feel, the glass is not half empty, the glass is definitely full. It’s filled with poison for us to consume, so, we embrace our world until our lives are doomed, to the point, we can **** to the point we feel terribly ill, but before they **** us, we point our pen and spill. And yet with blood I cry as the words keep on giving, every single worthless day until the story ending. Dear, world have you heard of me? I am the next great villain, this is just the beginning as my words keep spilling. One morning the rain fell over my head then time stood still, that is when I realized how important the rain is. That is when I realized time never stands still, it moves slowly. Then it hit me, my words aren't ignored my words are lethal, I figured it out some time ago but most of you have no clue, a poetic death is wonderful as long as we set the mood. I am a misfit; I bleed words for a living, from each creative incision, you become a misfit too.
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Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 7:00 AM UTC
The Misfit Villian
I am not a poet nor a mathematician, I did not major in science, I majored in bad decisions, at least one I can call my own. I am a misfit; I bleed words for a living, we're all going to die my friends, I plan to die alone. I am an artist through and through, from each creative incision my hate for them consumes. I have grown more lethal; I have become incurable, I am a hideous villain this time I'm keeping score. I pity the weak have you not heard of me, if you have then you're a nobody too. Cause I love to dwell with misfits, those who feel what I feel, the glass is not half empty, the glass is definitely full. It’s filled with poison for us to consume, so, we embrace our world until our lives are doomed, to the point, we can **** to the point we feel terribly ill, but before they **** us, we point our pen and spill. And yet with blood I cry as the words keep on giving, every single worthless day until the story ending. Dear, world have you heard of me? I am the next great villain, this is just the beginning as my words keep spilling. One morning the rain fell over my head then time stood still, that is when I realized how important the rain is. That is when I realized time never stands still, it moves slowly. Then it hit me, my words aren't ignored my words are lethal, I figured it out some time ago but most of you have no clue, a poetic death is wonderful as long as we set the mood. I am a misfit; I bleed words for a living, from each creative incision, you become a misfit too.
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Gettin’ sh!t on like I’m The Villian, got this queasy feeling on the line reeling, coming undone at the same time wound up and spun, I’m done playing but stuck at the table with The Dealer still dealing, want to throw myself up out of myself, can escape every position except the one I’m in, can’t escape yourself if knowledge is wealth, then I’m loaded & still spending my winnings, got Karma Credit but I’m morally cash poor, because I just fckt my girlfriend as if she was a ***** and I feel terrible or rather horrible about it, because i think I’m infected by what neglect did without a cure, no one is pure, at least I’m not that’s for sure, I'm tainted with devils in my head painted with what I spilled I’m red, sick with the sort of illness that can't easily be cured, in fact got a bad case of the blues, but instead of strumming a guitar I’m taking things too far, cut her so bad with my fingernails, that I fear it might leave a few scars, tied her up so tight, that her wrists turned purple, see she’s attracted to bad boys, and I warned her that that’s the type of attraction that can hurt you, little girl shouldn’t be out past her curfew, nothing good ever happens past midnight, but we’re both running from something, both stand outs in the in crowd still something doesn’t sit right, I’m uncomfortable, because I think maybe all humans are disgusting, maybe we just cause each other pain and trash the earth’s surface, maybe we deserve to feel guilty & that’s why we are all fcking distrusting, maybe I’m gonna fckn **** myself, but this is a card game so then again maybe I’m bluffing, maybe everything’s going to be alright, maybe I’m being uptight for nothing, but I’ll tell you what I feel like the **** of my own joke, but I don’t give a fck so instead of changing I’m just shrugging, mean mugging every person I pass suspicious of every bloke, because these days crime pays and everyone’s always up to something, and I just want to get ghost, but I can’t and I guess that’s the way it goes, so I’m sittin’ in the uncomfortable position, of being both a role model as well as a criminal, Gettin’ sh!t on like I’m The Villian, got this queasy feeling on the line reeling, coming undone at the same time wound up and spun, I’m done playing but stuck at the table with The Dealer still dealing… ∆ LaLux ∆
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Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 7:18 AM UTC
The Villian & The Dealer
Gettin’ sh!t on like I’m The Villian, got this queasy feeling on the line reeling, coming undone at the same time wound up and spun, I’m done playing but stuck at the table with The Dealer still dealing, want to throw myself up out of myself, can escape every position except the one I’m in, can’t escape yourself if knowledge is wealth, then I’m loaded & still spending my winnings, got Karma Credit but I’m morally cash poor, because I just fckt my girlfriend as if she was a ***** and I feel terrible or rather horrible about it, because i think I’m infected by what neglect did without a cure, no one is pure, at least I’m not that’s for sure, I'm tainted with devils in my head painted with what I spilled I’m red, sick with the sort of illness that can't easily be cured, in fact got a bad case of the blues, but instead of strumming a guitar I’m taking things too far, cut her so bad with my fingernails, that I fear it might leave a few scars, tied her up so tight, that her wrists turned purple, see she’s attracted to bad boys, and I warned her that that’s the type of attraction that can hurt you, little girl shouldn’t be out past her curfew, nothing good ever happens past midnight, but we’re both running from something, both stand outs in the in crowd still something doesn’t sit right, I’m uncomfortable, because I think maybe all humans are disgusting, maybe we just cause each other pain and trash the earth’s surface, maybe we deserve to feel guilty & that’s why we are all fcking distrusting, maybe I’m gonna fckn **** myself, but this is a card game so then again maybe I’m bluffing, maybe everything’s going to be alright, maybe I’m being uptight for nothing, but I’ll tell you what I feel like the **** of my own joke, but I don’t give a fck so instead of changing I’m just shrugging, mean mugging every person I pass suspicious of every bloke, because these days crime pays and everyone’s always up to something, and I just want to get ghost, but I can’t and I guess that’s the way it goes, so I’m sittin’ in the uncomfortable position, of being both a role model as well as a criminal, Gettin’ sh!t on like I’m The Villian, got this queasy feeling on the line reeling, coming undone at the same time wound up and spun, I’m done playing but stuck at the table with The Dealer still dealing… ∆ LaLux ∆
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A hero in a book or movie. Fighting the evil queen. Reclaming a homeland-or mountain. Saving the world with a companion in a blue boxs. Leading a rebelion. Beind captain of a ship- Serenity or the USS Enterpise. Cathing a serial killer. Or stopping a psychotic well dressed villian. One man or woman saving the world. When I was younger I wished I could be like them. But now I can barely fight the demons in my mind. Why would I dream of saving the day when I am not sure I want to live another day? Life is no fairy tail. This is not Middle-Earth or Narnia. There are villians and monsters yes but not ones that we can defeat during wizzard chess or with a want or lazer sword. They are just as real and dangerous. But the live in our minds. I tried to run from the watching tv series and movies and reading books. Dreaming of another life. But eventualy the demons got closer to chatching up. And no hero will be able to safe me. I will have to fight the monsters in my head myself, all on my own. And I hope that I will be strong and brave enough when that time comes.
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Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 4:37 PM UTC
A hero
Because she wants to touch him, she moves away. Because she wants to talk to him, she keeps silent. Because she wants to kiss him, she turns away & kisses a man she does not want to kiss. He watches thinking she does not want him. He listens hearing her silence. He turns away thinking her distant & kisses a girl he does not want to kiss. They marry each other - A four-way mistake. He goes to bed with his wife thinking of her. Sher goes to bed with her husband thinking of him. -& all this in a real old-fashioned four-poster bed. Do they live unhappily ever after? Of course. Do they undo their mistakes? Never. Who is the victim here? Love is the victim. Who is the villian? Love that never dies.
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Parable Of The Four-Poster
We go deeper than we realize Memory of us bleeding pictures heavy Endure a number of slices from words To assure us we are very unsteady My soul has not stopped shaking since You set off the earthquake that destroyed Any defenses in okay shape Your ripples I tried to avoid Is it wrong to say I wish we'd never become Friends so I would not get caught in your net Let you entice me with flattery Today my feet aren't getting wet Crumbling but cannot show cracks Taking measures so you won't decode The variety of contradicting statements I eagerly continue to unload Leftovers of our romance Strange and out of place Feels like we are actors Or athletes in a race Despite the villian you see me as I am hurting beneath my skin Do what you like with lonely days Jealousy predestined to creep in Poetry too honest for you Been a critic at best I have found negativity can motivate Claimed strength put to test See you and I struggle as well You run, catch up to my heels There's no way you can match my pace Tired, I let you control the steering wheel Know exactly the right buttons to press Tempers over edge when we fought Dream of forgetting your incredible name In reality mind for some reason will not
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Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 9:00 PM UTC
I Dream Of Forgetting
I thought i was the villain you told everyone i was. It turns out you were the villian all this time. After you there was always doubt. I wouldn't take a leap of faith unless i knew it was safe. From the start you made me believe in magic. You made me believe i was worth all the love. You made me believe i was worth the risk. But funny how you're the same reason why i no longer believe. You're the reason i don't believe anymore.
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Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 4:53 PM UTC
Our Once Upon a Time
If I told you I killed myself at 16 would you believe me? Or just say "young Dougie is just miss behaving" slaving, as I am chained and serving society who is caving, and ask god for gifts that even he found entertaining...when a boy grows up his insides start changing and the tint of red in his heart dims and starts fading, he felt pain at its highest, experienced the attitude of a liar and seen 1st hand what it means when a "GOOD THING" just expires. He grows tired and tense while blood drips from his hand, broken glass on the floor... he punched the reflection of a man… who seems injustice and corrupt, always pushin his luck, and remains silent when addressed, he so easily erupts. Takin shots of big dreams with NyQuil in a cup, "good" imaginative girls around him, he's just too messed up...liquor doesn't help his mind, still stuck in a rut, and the shakes only means his temperatures gon up. You see the high in his eyes, where he constantly lies, never looks you in the face, just looks on the other side, one of a kind guy, never been a afraid to die, don't ask this guy why? Cause he will never reply. Communication he never lacked, he just speaks better over a track, Give him a pen, white paper, A smooth beat and watch him rap. And listen closely to his story, pay close attention to the facts, visualize all his words, And dissect his true meaning Of a brain dead poet who uses his pen filled of integrity with a pad made of dreaming. *Don't ask me to save your soul, or rescue your burning heart from a building... I'm no superhero, just a modern day fake EVIL villain...* -Dougie Simps
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Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 10:48 PM UTC
"Fake Evil Villian"
If I told you I killed myself at 16 would you believe me? Or just say "young Dougie is just miss behaving" slaving, as I am chained and serving society who is caving, and ask god for gifts that even he found entertaining...when a boy grows up his insides start changing and the tint of red in his heart dims and starts fading, he felt pain at its highest, experienced the attitude of a liar and seen 1st hand what it means when a "GOOD THING" just expires. He grows tired and tense while blood drips from his hand, broken glass on the floor... he punched the reflection of a man… who seems injustice and corrupt, always pushin his luck, and remains silent when addressed, he so easily erupts. Takin shots of big dreams with NyQuil in a cup, "good" imaginative girls around him, he's just too messed up...liquor doesn't help his mind, still stuck in a rut, and the shakes only means his temperatures gon up. You see the high in his eyes, where he constantly lies, never looks you in the face, just looks on the other side, one of a kind guy, never been a afraid to die, don't ask this guy why? Cause he will never reply. Communication he never lacked, he just speaks better over a track, Give him a pen, white paper, A smooth beat and watch him rap. And listen closely to his story, pay close attention to the facts, visualize all his words, And dissect his true meaning Of a brain dead poet who uses his pen filled of integrity with a pad made of dreaming. *Don't ask me to save your soul, or rescue your burning heart from a building... I'm no superhero, just a modern day fake EVIL villain...* -Dougie Simps
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I woke up a villian from my worst nightmare Too scared to defend those that really matter Seeing the heroes of the story And watching all their dreams shatter Weaponless against the clock That just keeps ticking If time is all that really matters Then why am I still breathing? I can't control the emotionless toll it takes on my mind I'll never be brave enough to try and turn back time It ticks a little faster whenever I'm running late And slows down completely when I try to test fate On a date with the mastermind behind all my evil plans He's death incarnate but still proud of my artistic scams And yet I find myself feeling ashamed of who I am
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May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 2:08 PM UTC
Unconsciously Delusional
The twisted reality is that bones break. People literally break and you dont always get better. Lives end, stories end, and people rarely get new beginings. The twisted reality is that none of what you thought as a kid was true. Not everyone can be president, and you cant be who you want to be. The twisted reality is that there are monsters in some little girls rooms, and thier moms cant make them go away. The twisted reality is that nightmares only end when you do, you dont get to wake up and think everything is fine. The twisted reality is that your parents lie to you. Not everyone is beautiful, not everyone is talented, and not everyone can be special. The twisted reality is that someone in your current school will become a 'villian' before thier life is over. The twisted reality is that we are all villians. Doing horrible things for what we think is right. The twisted reality is that most people will ignore what i am saying. Live in the lie. The twisted reality is people die thinking everything is fine.
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Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 10:21 AM UTC
The Twisted Reality
My minds shut, insides ticking and about to erupt I'm holding in all issues within Wish my stubborn **** would just speak up Nightmares in my cup, rolling on a bad dream Walking alone with reality, my perception of you ain't what it seems Ask "are you a human bein?" Maybe he's still a villian.. Don't hide what you have inside, please...tell me your "true" feelings As my ego remains in intense healing With jokers I continue dealing. Criticism as my decor, with old habits thrown on the floor Clipped wings, so I jumped. Knowing ill plummet and never soar Pushes becomes shoves **** I've lost so much potential love. By the way, I'm still a hopeless overthinker Nothing has changed much. But it has. I no longer feel I'm a spawn of my dad I've grown into my potential I can feel now what I couldn't reach I listen to what people say I no longer care to preach I'm sorry to my uncle, I was lost without respect. I apologize to my family, who never knew what was coming next For my deception, lack of perception I'm sorry to my ex. With many words and few steps I'm giving my all and nothing less It's just so hard to improve your past When people rarely saw your best. With god by my side, I can't lose any fight I will remain humble in my journey I will help guide dark eyes to the light I beg for the world to not quit, continue to doubt but learn to accept me. It's not my family, it's not a woman, it's not my friends...I'm the only person who can reinvent me. **Learning to enjoy life, if you work hard, it's okay to be proud Excuse me for saying so much in a silent room...I was just thinking again...outloud.**
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Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 1:41 AM UTC
"Thinking out loud"
My minds shut, insides ticking and about to erupt I'm holding in all issues within Wish my stubborn **** would just speak up Nightmares in my cup, rolling on a bad dream Walking alone with reality, my perception of you ain't what it seems Ask "are you a human bein?" Maybe he's still a villian.. Don't hide what you have inside, please...tell me your "true" feelings As my ego remains in intense healing With jokers I continue dealing. Criticism as my decor, with old habits thrown on the floor Clipped wings, so I jumped. Knowing ill plummet and never soar Pushes becomes shoves **** I've lost so much potential love. By the way, I'm still a hopeless overthinker Nothing has changed much. But it has. I no longer feel I'm a spawn of my dad I've grown into my potential I can feel now what I couldn't reach I listen to what people say I no longer care to preach I'm sorry to my uncle, I was lost without respect. I apologize to my family, who never knew what was coming next For my deception, lack of perception I'm sorry to my ex. With many words and few steps I'm giving my all and nothing less It's just so hard to improve your past When people rarely saw your best. With god by my side, I can't lose any fight I will remain humble in my journey I will help guide dark eyes to the light I beg for the world to not quit, continue to doubt but learn to accept me. It's not my family, it's not a woman, it's not my friends...I'm the only person who can reinvent me. **Learning to enjoy life, if you work hard, it's okay to be proud Excuse me for saying so much in a silent room...I was just thinking again...outloud.**
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**Chillin like a villian listenin to dylan writin and thrillin, as long as the good lord's willin** *Sweatpants & a ponytail, chillin with no make up on. Cos' it's like my hobby now* **Camo sleep pants led zep tee drinkin cold ones and groovin to youtube** *Watching scream queens on netflix. Texting & trying to figure out what's next* **Keying thoughts onto my notebook thinking hard about a late night snack** *Chillin like a penguin cos' its freezing cold. Wishing I had some hot coco. Trying stay up late.* **Toasty warm inside my room to step out for a smoke would seal my chill** *Chillin' is amazing. I got the chills, feeling like a cold hell Wolf Spirit Poet is amazing* **Chillin, blazin mind **** amazin oh these nights dreamin and lazin**
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Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 11:16 PM UTC
Chillin' By Wolf Spirit Poet & Falen Acon
You either die a hero Or live long enough to see yourself become the villian Just depends on whether You are willing to **** yourself to save others Or whether you need to **** others to save yourself
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Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 7:57 PM UTC
Depends
Young Ston..,Uhh.. (Put yo lighters in the air2),wave them, stand up & rejoice, (Yeah2),(put yo lighters in the air2),wave them..stand up & let's be together, (Yeah2),..(put yo lighters, in the air3)..stand up & let's fight back Yeah..let's fight together, Yeah, let's fight together man..(put yo lighters up in the air3)..wave them,stand up my ****** & let's fight for the truth...Yeah..Uhh..Yeah Put yo lighters up & wave them.. Have no fear my ***** the more that we are together than against each other we are stronger, & smater & we can defeat this evil sadistic system, why y'all so scared for, don't be man... Cuhz,they are more afraid of us than we are actually are of them, we can win together, yeah..(put yo lighters in the air*3)..& wave them,Uhh,my nigga..Where the peace at, where the love went..man... They got us so distracted, I'm so tired of being lied to , I had enough of it,..my ***** We keep going to war for nothing,.. So much Bloodshed cause for no good reason, America is the real terrorists,..shit my ****** in the hood keep destroying themselves..man, the government ain't really for we the people, they selfish, they only care about the money & that's it, put yo lighters up Yeah..put yo lighters in the air man & let's revolt, Rebel & rejoice now my nigg..Uhh So much **** **** & ******** they been feeding our minds for years & years, is about to stop..Cuhz, God don't like ugly..Uhh.. Imma OFTR Soulja, death can't even stop me Naw, it won't mane..Uhh, untill I meet my Heavenly Father, Imma keep on fighting, ryhming, preaching, & fulfilling my destiny, my ***** this is real hip hop, I'm bringing awareness like a Aids convention,Ayo, nothing can be above Jesus Christ,..that's why I worship & praise him, hes my idol, no man is, I'm above these ******* because of him, Aye mane.. Put yo lighters up , blaze one..(Yeah*2)...Aye, let's Unite as one & peace it dawg..everybody get a piece of the pie, not apple, sweet potatoe with whip cream on the top..Aye Yeah I might say the same thing in all of my songs, but peace is the only thing that stay flowing in my mind, Yeah peace is all I want,..Lets go..Uhh.. I said put yo lighters up in the air, Yeah put yo lighters up high my nigga..(Yeah, put yo lighters up,man3)..,let's fight back..together & stop Being so afraid,..(Yeah2)..Aye,..We need more musicians telling people what's real man, my ***** Imma Villian to society,, **** The government, I know they already got assassins out here looking for me, but I don't fear death,..The elitist can burn in hell, I live forever Yeah, **** America..(They can eat a dick*2)..man..Cuhz, Heaven is my country, ***** (Imma be who I wanna be*2).. Yeah mane, Uhh,..(Put yo lighters up2)..in the air wave em back n forth Yeah, let's rejoice & uplift each other instead of killing each other..Yeah..(put yo lighters up2)..roll up & let us be as one man..Yeah, put yo lighters up in thee air, & wave them..(Put yo lighters up man,put yo lighters up, Yeah*3)..Yeah...Uhh, put them lighters up..high..& wave them.. Yeah,yeah..Aye
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Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 7:06 PM UTC
Ston Poet - Lighters
Young Ston..,Uhh.. (Put yo lighters in the air2),wave them, stand up & rejoice, (Yeah2),(put yo lighters in the air2),wave them..stand up & let's be together, (Yeah2),..(put yo lighters, in the air3)..stand up & let's fight back Yeah..let's fight together, Yeah, let's fight together man..(put yo lighters up in the air3)..wave them,stand up my ****** & let's fight for the truth...Yeah..Uhh..Yeah Put yo lighters up & wave them.. Have no fear my ***** the more that we are together than against each other we are stronger, & smater & we can defeat this evil sadistic system, why y'all so scared for, don't be man... Cuhz,they are more afraid of us than we are actually are of them, we can win together, yeah..(put yo lighters in the air*3)..& wave them,Uhh,my nigga..Where the peace at, where the love went..man... They got us so distracted, I'm so tired of being lied to , I had enough of it,..my ***** We keep going to war for nothing,.. So much Bloodshed cause for no good reason, America is the real terrorists,..shit my ****** in the hood keep destroying themselves..man, the government ain't really for we the people, they selfish, they only care about the money & that's it, put yo lighters up Yeah..put yo lighters in the air man & let's revolt, Rebel & rejoice now my nigg..Uhh So much **** **** & ******** they been feeding our minds for years & years, is about to stop..Cuhz, God don't like ugly..Uhh.. Imma OFTR Soulja, death can't even stop me Naw, it won't mane..Uhh, untill I meet my Heavenly Father, Imma keep on fighting, ryhming, preaching, & fulfilling my destiny, my ***** this is real hip hop, I'm bringing awareness like a Aids convention,Ayo, nothing can be above Jesus Christ,..that's why I worship & praise him, hes my idol, no man is, I'm above these ******* because of him, Aye mane.. Put yo lighters up , blaze one..(Yeah*2)...Aye, let's Unite as one & peace it dawg..everybody get a piece of the pie, not apple, sweet potatoe with whip cream on the top..Aye Yeah I might say the same thing in all of my songs, but peace is the only thing that stay flowing in my mind, Yeah peace is all I want,..Lets go..Uhh.. I said put yo lighters up in the air, Yeah put yo lighters up high my nigga..(Yeah, put yo lighters up,man3)..,let's fight back..together & stop Being so afraid,..(Yeah2)..Aye,..We need more musicians telling people what's real man, my ***** Imma Villian to society,, **** The government, I know they already got assassins out here looking for me, but I don't fear death,..The elitist can burn in hell, I live forever Yeah, **** America..(They can eat a dick*2)..man..Cuhz, Heaven is my country, ***** (Imma be who I wanna be*2).. Yeah mane, Uhh,..(Put yo lighters up2)..in the air wave em back n forth Yeah, let's rejoice & uplift each other instead of killing each other..Yeah..(put yo lighters up2)..roll up & let us be as one man..Yeah, put yo lighters up in thee air, & wave them..(Put yo lighters up man,put yo lighters up, Yeah*3)..Yeah...Uhh, put them lighters up..high..& wave them.. Yeah,yeah..Aye
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*Hiya! You wanna hurt Mistah J? Sorry bozo but you'll have to go through me first You'll never lay a finger on him My name? Not tellin' ya until you play my game If ya win, then I'll tell you If ya lose, lets say that there's going to be a mess Mistah J is my puddin' You wont ruin his fun Not while I'm around Sorry if I spoiled your fun Guess you lost, but I'll tell you my name My name is Harley Quinn*
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Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 2:04 PM UTC
Harley Quinn (Gotham Villian Based Series)
I'd rather be a villian by standing up for myself than the victim Who silently cries for help.
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Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 1:04 PM UTC
Who I'd rather be
Why does it feels like I am the villian? When all I do is choose myself over the burning world.
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Sep 27, 2022
Sep 27, 2022 at 1:21 PM UTC
Villian
I'm a super-villian in my own mind Like Tybalt that prince of cats Sleek-eyed and mannequin-smiled But those clove cigarettes black and potent Hurt my ribcage
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Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 12:20 PM UTC
Incubus
Keep talking girl that's what I need right now Give me that constant conversation This ain't even about you, this is my ego ************ Everybody smokin' my green, not a second thought They ain't know I laced it Get your faces lazy, you love it, you say it's tastey, but you can't taste it Yeah, nobody's catching me erasing faces Black or white, it's all the same when we're talking bout races, but nobody's up for chillin' Everybody calls me a musician but I'm just a villian Let's be honest, I haven't been killin, but I'm sellin Got all my stacks on debit ***** I'm the credit, and I take it all I'm ******* Cinderalla, didn't even have to take her to the ball, she went alone The only things said was gag Yeah everything's flipped now, ******* be fetching my bone Bouncing hoes with my bose ****** nose, ****** nose Where's Dusty White Never said what I do is right But nothings really right or wrong Got too many ideas, but first where's my light There's her ***** now it's outta sight Sorry I get a little distracted Give me that loop, now where's my follow up Play hoops like Lebron, in the hood errybody's like Sup? But I can't stand it, wish I wasn't this way Probably be better if I just shut up My pick up lines are stupid, cause I don't use em I just pick her up, and then we **** and I leave I'd be ******* surprised if anything I said she believed But when I was kid my dad was always like do s'em Don't have to try, but I'm stuck, just want a normal life, but I'm just getting higher Keep my nose out, see if I can't find another buyer
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Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 4:06 PM UTC
Lazy Faces
Keep talking girl that's what I need right now Give me that constant conversation This ain't even about you, this is my ego ************ Everybody smokin' my green, not a second thought They ain't know I laced it Get your faces lazy, you love it, you say it's tastey, but you can't taste it Yeah, nobody's catching me erasing faces Black or white, it's all the same when we're talking bout races, but nobody's up for chillin' Everybody calls me a musician but I'm just a villian Let's be honest, I haven't been killin, but I'm sellin Got all my stacks on debit ***** I'm the credit, and I take it all I'm ******* Cinderalla, didn't even have to take her to the ball, she went alone The only things said was gag Yeah everything's flipped now, ******* be fetching my bone Bouncing hoes with my bose ****** nose, ****** nose Where's Dusty White Never said what I do is right But nothings really right or wrong Got too many ideas, but first where's my light There's her ***** now it's outta sight Sorry I get a little distracted Give me that loop, now where's my follow up Play hoops like Lebron, in the hood errybody's like Sup? But I can't stand it, wish I wasn't this way Probably be better if I just shut up My pick up lines are stupid, cause I don't use em I just pick her up, and then we **** and I leave I'd be ******* surprised if anything I said she believed But when I was kid my dad was always like do s'em Don't have to try, but I'm stuck, just want a normal life, but I'm just getting higher Keep my nose out, see if I can't find another buyer
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Moments of bliss in the pain and truth in the fables, All I need is some honesty honestly, “Stormy seas make the most skilled sailors..”, or so her tattoo reads so sinful it feels Godly, she says she only likes black men, and they say “Once you go black you never go back.”, but I’m white and when she came she came with me, and since she arrived she hasn’t left, sometimes, truth really is stranger than fiction, quit drugs got clean, so now she is my only addition, on a rooftop in a cool spot sipping champagne, in the pool got a true shot at some real fame, feeling like the hero and the villian, half Joker have Bruce Wayne, the truth is I feel like a mix of all the Bruces, Bruce Jenner Bruce Banner Bruce Lee, Bruce Willis all in it no limits or gimmicks, Born in the USA raised on Backstreets of Philly, an American Dreamer living The Dream, Born To Run call me Bruce Springsteen, found the Fountain of Youth this girl with this tattoo’s the proof, so now I bath in the rainbows of this spring, life so exciting sometimes I just want to scream, like I do right now as we dance ecstatically, unconditionally above the world on this rooftop under this star light, which makes sense since she is a dancer by trade, we dance and sweat and let out everything that’s inside, we spread our arms we extend our tongue, we seize the moment this moment of life, because we know everything goes in an instant, life passes by in the blink of an eye, but without the bitter the sweet ain’t as sweet, trying to wake up from this dream Vanilla Sky, and sure these waters are rough, but hey at least we’re enjoying the ride, as we find moments of bliss in the pain and truth in the fables, All I need is some honesty honestly, “Stormy seas make the most skilled sailors..”, or so her tattoo reads so sinful it feels Godly… ∆ LaLux ∆ Free Book: https://www.scribd.com/document/388173677/The-Holy-Trilogy-Volume-2-Mandalas
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Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 5:16 AM UTC
Stormy Seas Make The Most Skilled Sailors
Moments of bliss in the pain and truth in the fables, All I need is some honesty honestly, “Stormy seas make the most skilled sailors..”, or so her tattoo reads so sinful it feels Godly, she says she only likes black men, and they say “Once you go black you never go back.”, but I’m white and when she came she came with me, and since she arrived she hasn’t left, sometimes, truth really is stranger than fiction, quit drugs got clean, so now she is my only addition, on a rooftop in a cool spot sipping champagne, in the pool got a true shot at some real fame, feeling like the hero and the villian, half Joker have Bruce Wayne, the truth is I feel like a mix of all the Bruces, Bruce Jenner Bruce Banner Bruce Lee, Bruce Willis all in it no limits or gimmicks, Born in the USA raised on Backstreets of Philly, an American Dreamer living The Dream, Born To Run call me Bruce Springsteen, found the Fountain of Youth this girl with this tattoo’s the proof, so now I bath in the rainbows of this spring, life so exciting sometimes I just want to scream, like I do right now as we dance ecstatically, unconditionally above the world on this rooftop under this star light, which makes sense since she is a dancer by trade, we dance and sweat and let out everything that’s inside, we spread our arms we extend our tongue, we seize the moment this moment of life, because we know everything goes in an instant, life passes by in the blink of an eye, but without the bitter the sweet ain’t as sweet, trying to wake up from this dream Vanilla Sky, and sure these waters are rough, but hey at least we’re enjoying the ride, as we find moments of bliss in the pain and truth in the fables, All I need is some honesty honestly, “Stormy seas make the most skilled sailors..”, or so her tattoo reads so sinful it feels Godly… ∆ LaLux ∆ Free Book: https://www.scribd.com/document/388173677/The-Holy-Trilogy-Volume-2-Mandalas
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(Release Me!) *** I'm the illa Killa Vanilla Consilla Know That I be the dope deala and deli meat Grrrrilla like a Mystical street Thrilla The Miracle Manzilla A Mothra villian Chilla If you rashin like pencil scratchin for tongue tappin I cure like penicillin the Wolf and Ben Stiller I'm a hot steel on flesh wound heala! (sssiizzzzle) (Bang Bang) Wake up to phone ringing I'm head slinging cloth stacking on a body I'm sleep lacking stay on track AND (click clack) My engine blows steam to organize the regime *** when I'm working and writing I am typing and crying *** this Job is dying me colors like slashing my back and (click clack) They beast master and calls stack I get my slack between breaks and phone clack and back track to where the last ink slapped paper and draw back from vapors that ventilate out my ears like kids caper through streets with Halloween treats I'm riding rails like open sails like blowing gales it's raining hail I'm screaming Hell In this cube E Cell (Toot Toooot) My grey matter is burning My soul coal is churning like a witch on stick burning (Crackle Pop Snap) Release (To get Back) I Master peace cause my mind's eyes flying the call cue is dying my fingers fly no longer trying to typecast I drive fast then Breakfast for den her Then (sshhhhhhh) The universal remote is on mute transcending this dome my transcendental home It's my cue To slip into the zone I sip a bit of foam my cup of coco from thus releasing my thoughts with YuuHmm (slurp slurp) I think for others Daily Rarely given space or time or Air We All must trust the Wind gust of dust and skin gone so scaly Yet I slither as slow as snails to my home for me in my dome to slip into the zone I sip a bit of foam from my cup of coco thus releasing me with an (Ohm) of work for others Daily Rarely given time or space or air WE all must trust the Wind gusts of dust and skin gone scaly So we slither as slow as snails to a home for me deep in my dome sipping on the zone bit off coco cup foam slow snails slip (Ohm....) I master peace Wind (Release!)
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Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 5:56 PM UTC
Release (Full)
(Release Me!) *** I'm the illa Killa Vanilla Consilla Know That I be the dope deala and deli meat Grrrrilla like a Mystical street Thrilla The Miracle Manzilla A Mothra villian Chilla If you rashin like pencil scratchin for tongue tappin I cure like penicillin the Wolf and Ben Stiller I'm a hot steel on flesh wound heala! (sssiizzzzle) (Bang Bang) Wake up to phone ringing I'm head slinging cloth stacking on a body I'm sleep lacking stay on track AND (click clack) My engine blows steam to organize the regime *** when I'm working and writing I am typing and crying *** this Job is dying me colors like slashing my back and (click clack) They beast master and calls stack I get my slack between breaks and phone clack and back track to where the last ink slapped paper and draw back from vapors that ventilate out my ears like kids caper through streets with Halloween treats I'm riding rails like open sails like blowing gales it's raining hail I'm screaming Hell In this cube E Cell (Toot Toooot) My grey matter is burning My soul coal is churning like a witch on stick burning (Crackle Pop Snap) Release (To get Back) I Master peace cause my mind's eyes flying the call cue is dying my fingers fly no longer trying to typecast I drive fast then Breakfast for den her Then (sshhhhhhh) The universal remote is on mute transcending this dome my transcendental home It's my cue To slip into the zone I sip a bit of foam my cup of coco from thus releasing my thoughts with YuuHmm (slurp slurp) I think for others Daily Rarely given space or time or Air We All must trust the Wind gust of dust and skin gone so scaly Yet I slither as slow as snails to my home for me in my dome to slip into the zone I sip a bit of foam from my cup of coco thus releasing me with an (Ohm) of work for others Daily Rarely given time or space or air WE all must trust the Wind gusts of dust and skin gone scaly So we slither as slow as snails to a home for me deep in my dome sipping on the zone bit off coco cup foam slow snails slip (Ohm....) I master peace Wind (Release!)
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