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mash potatoes n dave-Ei get so paranoid i give myself a heart attack-
then i see secret messages when the shards crack back-
man i go hard and act wack-
see stars n fall on my back-
i cant feel my arms and legs and it frightens me as a matter of fact-
this shit whips me into a frenzy laced panic attack-
i spit shit that'll get messy ace and call it spastic rap-
it might even be a magic act-
a slightly genius drastic flashback-
im fightin these evil demons from hell who have come to drag me back-
so i said cut me some slack-
and then i busted some caps-
put my finger on the trigger then i pulled that motherfucker back-
that officially labels me a demon slayer-
you listening satan imma see you later-
make me some fuckin eggs and fry me some taters-
breakfast tastes like hell i cant wait for lunch later-
i love brunch man so fuck you haters-
yo i cut up some honeydew melon, any takers?
fuck that i want cake n make it devils food-
i bust raps for days its cake i represent it dude-
360 spun like full circles get
no need to explaindancing into the abstract, steppin' up the kicks and poppin' up with the collar, peep a mothafucka standin' alot taller... breathe in the new ways, ease the truth, no need to explain, this is shifting into the new image to ascertain... this is the new definition of bein' high, scrapin' the skyz, fulfilling a personal meaning of completeness in the eyez, cuz life likes to administer its unique feeling of surprise... rockin' it, preference is to fly, fly with the wind and the breeze and the lights, like it when they blink, i see style within mystique, feel it when words cause deep thinking... what others see as random and absent of meaning, only one has the ability and piece of mine/peace of mind to really see and feel the meaning, and i mean this deeply, this i know theres no need to explain but within me it carries just so god damn much meaning....
self-transforming machine elvesdon't get distracted
by the patterns of activity
as you climb-
keep soaring forward
until you blast through
to the other side-
a whole new world
where time is swirled
and the entities are so happy you've arrived-
speaking in objects,
you must remember their message,
because it will deeply affect your life-
the same spotthe mist of the meaning
i ingest what you're feeling
broken down like compounds
there's something about downtown
i aim to feel release
from defeat, these city's streets
invisible moving and shaking
this town ain't what you make it
it's nothing to trade your life for
sitting in the same spot every minute
just the same old shit, same fucking shit
sun goes up and down like a slow motion strobe light
in this battle if you don't know, don't fight-
versatile forms of lyrical functionsmixes in with the least of things
like the feverish heat it brings
standing there watching time slow
inside that stare its so well known
its all around its swirling out here
so it turns out i'm an imagineer
i disappear from faulty retrospect
never take for granted introspect
i suspect things always work out
or serendipity will dissipate doubt
how nice is perpetual high spirits
i'm fearless like, "i won't hear this."
only thing that i hold sacred
is the unimaginable way to take it
meaningful waves will flood you
words are real and ring the truth
never let fallacies slip and contort
face reality don't sell yourself short
remember to always laugh at shit
for this is all just holographic shit-
no floatconfused thoughts
is my bad habit
getting lost at sea
criss-crossing the Atlantic
through my brain
with torrential downpours
is my thinking
i wave goodbye
as i'm sinking-
agitatedthese random faces of insignificant specks
all drastically chasing their own shadowy deaths-
progression is stealing my breath, because a destiny of nothing left
has got me collapsing under the debt that i owe to myself
but theres nothing left-
theres nothing left, look through to me,
i got a few screws loose, but thats nothing new to me-
i'm agitated, over-imaginative, and lacking a sensible way to explain this
what the fuck is going on i cant take this
swervin' out my brain, burnin' out the day-
this is a nice way to see the night go away-
im thinkin ultra-clear but all signs say braindead-
im feelin' so vivid although my swayz stay faded-
lets see how many "wtf's happening"'s i got left: none-
this is why at times i dont mind clouds blocking the sun-
the entire sky can peep me leavin my gaze up there-
my tired mind needs peace due to drastic collapses of care-
nevertheless, my inner fire still smolders-
unaffected by the worlds gradually gettin colder-
i just shake the dust off my mothafuckin shoulders-
continue to rack my brain about a Golden Moment Smoker-
fleeting moments gettin gone in an instant-
see im right there but my lifes just lackin the live in it-
it is what it is, and this is all just poetic radiation-
"im sorry you had a bad dream" i said with a smile, and a heart racin...-
the ENDyou set me free
skippin' off the tops of trees
past the point of where eyes can see
it nags at me to feel the rush
of falling so fast i recoil and
reset my internal hourglass so
we can both feel that thunder-
crash... so naturally comes that
proper way to act, so expect me
to properly react if, and when, i
feel wind screaming, blasting
at my face......
I amI’m like a puzzle,
All my different scars show you where I was broken
And then glued back together again.
I’m like a painting,
All the colors and textures up close look a mess and unfixed
But standing back they show you something beautiful and wonderful.
I’m like a tree,
Standing tall and strong against the wind and the rain
Giving shelter to those that need it from the hazardous conditions of life.
I’m like the river,
Flowing freely and full of life
Never tied down, but always on the path of life.
I am one with myself,
I am beautiful,
I am strong,
And I am free.
I'm Sorry, Reggie.You were a gift from my ex.
A toy stuffed monkey.
I don't know if I can keep you anymore.
I don't know if I am the same boy
Who always loved and cared for you.
Room is running out in my heart.
I know you never asked to be a part
Of the crossfire, the collateral damage, a victim.
You deserve better, and I will make sure
You get every bit of love and devotion you need.
I know a fellow co-worker who is going home to Brazil
She would love to take care of you, and more
Than I ever could.
You always make me think of her
And a deep pain in the solar plexus results.
But this is no fault of yours.
I repeat, this is not your fault.
The blame is entirely on me.
I don't deserve your love and compassion.
I cuddled you during the nightmares of the first breakup.
But now that the second one has passed, I don't know
If I can do this any longer.
Reggie, you're making this difficult.
Your buttoned eyes, wide smile,
The heart sewn on your chest.
Loving everyone with such open honesty.
Mist ForestLike a cold, dark prison, the forest captures stray patrols
Those who venture in rarely ever come back out
Its dark, leafless trees as tall and cold as the bars in a dungeon
Thick mist always sitting in low to the ground
Dread is thick in the air
The ground so rocky it hurts the paws of even dragons from Trici Domini
The air so cold it burns the lungs of ice dragons
The white bones of dragons are like the gates of Trici Domini’s dungeon
Go in, and you will never come back out
Large and mysterious, it is all too easy to get lost here
Night predators live here
Creatures with teeth that pierce the hides of dragons
Creatures who can crush bones with their jaws
Only two of the hundreds of predators here
Yet we still enter
We still wander into the dark forest
Most of us never come back out
Dark shadows seem to move on their own
The mist itself is rumored to be alive
A predator waiting for its prey
An ignorant dragon to wander alone into its jaws
Into the jaws o
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one blockI've got so many dreams,
but such little ambition.
I've got a closet full of love;
yet focus attrition.
Slip out the keyhole,
open the lock;
my mind is a riddle,
stunned by one block.
IFIf clouds turned green and the seas of blue,
would it change You?
If politicians spoke the truth and mean it,
I know, right?
But look around.
at the square tires
and sinking balloons,
rounded Knives and straight spoons.
This world is upside down
but so is Ours.
Everyday we strive ever forward
but take one step Back,
my Grandmother would Never do That
things like that
wouldn't happen in her day.
Respect Your Elders.
The immortal words,
laid down by Baz Lurhmann
the funky chicken at his 75th wedding anniversary.
And I laugh.
because that is My normal.
and if i could change
and if you asked Me to change.
My answer to You.
Would be to Give me the Sun in the Palm Of Your Hand
and not Burn.
because my passion Burns
and to change would be to Burn.
I'D Burn You.
giving you my passion with change
because my passion Burns
and to change would be to die,
A Question of the Self-Concept.There is a recurring male response to do something so incredibly idiotic after an emotionally traumatizing and demoralizing event in their life. Despite the fact that catharsis is debunked. Luckily, I have been able to repress this urge and move on from it.
I could've leaked nude photographs or shattered a literal glass jar of hearts onto the pavement of the street where I used to call a second home. A place where I felt like my voice mattered and carried weight, but it was only a sinking anchor to the deep end of a suffocating blue death. I gave up drugs and alcohol, just to allow my ex-girlfriend the ease of mind and consolidation that it was us versus her addict father and whatnot.
So, in a way, the more you hate someone, the more you loved them before. It's because you resent them so much for changing so much and too fast, from how much better they were before. How much more committed you thought they were. How you felt that wasting hours and days lying in bed with them was a worth
I did not learnWhen I was little they used to say,
“Kids can be cruel.”
That a boy liked you if he pushed you down on the playground, scraping the skin of your knees on the pavement.
They told me so many times.
So many times that I believed it.
And when it started in fourth grade I thought it was normal,
That it was a rite of passage.
“Kids can be cruel, right?”
It echoed as they teased me for my hair or glasses.
“Kids can be cruel, right?”
As I grew, and kids were no longer kids.
“Kids can be cruel, right?”
When I found solace in being alone, surrounded by my books and walls.
I did not learn to love myself from some ten-minute video in class,
Or from my parents cooing “You’re beautiful just the way you are.”
Every time after I came home from a day of silence and torture.
I learned it
From the internet.
From the faceless forums I would go home to
After being teased
And called countless things.
And to this day my da
-an entire spinning rock of
filled with people spilling the
contents of their heads
just so they can feel
their confused attempts get
there's no feeling in the feeling
and it infects them...
it's so intense, and they wonder
why it makes no sense
they wonder why it hurts to
breath, so they assume they're
drowning in this murky sea
and subconsciously deny them
that they will ever find
someone that can make
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