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the nowi can only observe what only i have heard
stirred up blurs that swerve and return
murmurs and faint sounds and subtletys
did someone speak or am i hearing things
again and again i wanna know wtf was said
i wanna show whats in my head but no...
the highs and the lows only i can know
i throw myself for a loop a few times daily
im afraid my observation skills are failing
if i've portrayed anything less, im not saying
im propped up against a 2-way mirror
looking in on myself looking in on myself-
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...-
Untitled With a Sense of PurposeUntitled With a Sense of Purpose
I find myself drinking coffee that tastes of Monday mornings,
Yet I have not risen early in what seems like
The extra sugar could lead to health complications-
Like most of life's pleasures.
Regardless, I take my coffee the same.
You were worse than any overdose
two, three, ten times as bad but
you took far longer than coffee to leave my system-
I would probably take you the same again.
ScaredI’m scared to go to sleep at night,
Afraid to close my eyes,
Instead I stay awake and watch,
The honey gold sun rise.
I’ve banished all the nightmares,
I don’t fear them anymore,
Happy memories await me,
In the dreamy land of Lore,
I don’t want to see these happy times,
So that I cry myself awake,
It’s strange how happy can mean sad,
And being fine can make you break.
City of LiesOne more day in this city of lies,
Take off your mask—it's your only disguise.
A short time left, oh what a surprise—
Look how time flies—
One more day before it all dies.
A Guide To Understanding ArtistsI did not create this, i found it and because I loved it so much I asked the lovely artist who wrote it if I could repost it. :3
This was actually written by :iconMimibert:
Please read carefully:
Each sketch or doodle is important
So don't say the following:
"It's just a sketch. Can't I have it? You won't miss it!"
Or you will end up with freshly sharpened pencils up your ass
Artist get attached to things they create
Much like mothers and their babies
Remember that It's cruel to separate parents and children until the children are old enough to go out on their own
Until that day
DO NOT ask for art until it has matured and is ready to leave the nest
If you ask an artist to look through their sketchbook one of the three things will happen:
A) you will be given a stone cold glare, indicating how stupid the question really was
B) you will be allowed to peek at selec
agnostic (warning if your religious)Why I'm agnostic;
I have never had my prayers answered when needed most.
I never understood church's.
I don't like church's,
Reasons why I don't like church's;
people feel like god is going to fix everything and that he controls our roads and roles in life when personally the road is ours to choose and go on.
the church has done many bad things in the name of god as in cancel allot of the L.G.B.T out of some church's cause they are god veering but in the end I thought we were all humans made by god and I always heard in church that god loves all of us but then why are people cut out of church and are god veering?
And most of my actual father figures in my life would just end up being corrupted by drug's, hookers, lies, and being domestically violent to their partners and made them selves seem like good people cause they were a good christian boy but I learned how to see through that.
Also who am I to say there is a god or a Jesus I mean I'm just one voice in a sky of millions. Also I l
Shadow and me 2:back and badder than ever:ch.2I woke up and saw that shadow wasn't there.there was a note that said
G.u.n needed me be back soon if you have promble call me.
I decided to go to the park when I was there I meet someone strange ."hello I'm Michelle."I turn around and saw a purple hedgehog."I'm shadow friend.you must be his girlfriend.Violet…right?" "Yes."how do you know me?"I asked.but what I didn't know was that,that was mephials in disgust and scourge was in a tree hiding."Shadow told me alot about you he said that your bueatiful girl and very talented."he said."he did?" "Yes and I think thats all true."he said."well…thanks."I said blushing."we both sat on a bench."so what do you like to do violet?." "Well I like video games,singing,dance and swimming."I told him."so you like music?"he ask me."love it." I said.just then his phone rang.that was the signal that he had to leave."hey violet I got to go.want to hang out on Wednesday?"he ask me."sure." I said.they he left.
"So did the plan work
teen-angst bullshitthere’s a teenager at the microphone.
and god, the crowd knows it.
sitting back, they’ve already judged.
it’ll be teen-angst bullshit, they say.
some overemotional, hormonal kid whining about what she doesn’t have.
then they tell the kid she has everything.
how dare she complain?
how dare she stand at the mic and challenge?
how dare she preach her teen-angst bullshit as if it were a gift?
how dare she be anything other than a rose under a glass case?
and even though her petals are falling,
even though she sees through the garden to the street and the rain and the dirt
the broken fences and broken glass
broken people broken places broken souls
even though her words are duct tape she’s fixing the fences
fixing the glass
she knows she can’t fix the people
but she tries
words pouring from her mouth, into the microphone into the ears of the crowd
frequencies combining, overlapping
rising falling volume cascading more than the breath from a scream
The Kingdom of Luck and ChanceLuck is a kingdom strange and capricious,
Ruled by the whim of the most superstitious.
The law is abstruse and vague at best;
Every rule made could be anyone's guess.
The king and queen of the indecisive kind
Had never even once made up their minds.
Civil war solved by a roll of the die,
A flip of the coin judges criminals' lives.
The nobles, unsure about what to do,
Voted and argued based on their mood.
Rain or sun determined no or yes,
Logic and reason fell to whim and guess.
Peasants who feel that luck is their labor -
Wanting the wind and weather in their favor
And wanting good food and the finest clothes -
Never work, but wait for luck to bring them those.
Luck is a kingdom strange and erratic,
Failures prominent and successes sporadic.
To those who consider Luck a trustworthy friend,
Beware - for Luck may fail you in the end.
-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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