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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......
Today is a regular day for other people
4/13 is just a regular Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday
However, for us
For us Homestuckers
It's not just only a day,
But it's a day that we are all know.
A day when our fandom started
When it ran for a person's mind,
And jump on the Internet and stayed in our hearts
A day a certain boy and a certain girl was born
Which they became iconic
And kick start our random filled adventure
A day where we, Homestuckers,
Remember 4 kids, 4 guardians,
12 trolls and their similar counterparts
A day when we have parties,
Meet up, cosplay as our favorite characters
And join together as this special day goes by
And just because this fandom happen,
And another fandom blossom;
Which is only about fandoms
Is not just a regular day
This day is special
It was our first day as a fandom
And it maybe our last
However, we will show our respect
We will survive as long as the ever-lasting sun
We will go on and on
Today is not a regular day...
Personality AwarenessI can't
"just feel better",
"just stop worrying",
"just get over it",
"just be happy",
"just control yourself",
I carry the illness,
and you don't know what's it's like
to be haunted by real life nightmares,
whispers from nowhere
and imaginary hurt,
it's hard for me
to control myself
so I won't be able to hurt people,
so I won't be able to hurt their feelings,
I'm really trying to,
why can't you?
A Priceless FutureA Priceless Future.
Pretty soon we'll need to make payments
Just to be able to walk the pavement.
This added to the taxes on our bank statements.
Proves that any sort of personal attainment,
Will be shared with the government agents.
It’s blatant, we‘re a part of a money laundering arrangement.
Of which there is an infinite number of replacements.
Who are praying and waiting for your disengagement.
Longing for the day that you will become complacent.
Because a filled position in this day in age will always be vacant.
I call this, the reincarnation of enslavement.
A Racial StereotypeHe is a bumbling idiot.
He never gets anything right
Even the simplest of endeavors
Becomes a full out catastrophe.
And he speaks
As if there is not a single language
In The Galaxy
He has properly learned.
They look at him,
And see a stereotype.
A poor reflection of something black.
I look at him,
And I see a seven foot tall lizard.
If I could speak plainly:
Jar Jar Binks
Is not a racial stereotype.
There is no universe
Where that makes
Any amount of sense.
And you look at me,
I could see it.”
If you do not see
The irony here
Then allow me to explain you something.
If you see idiot,
And think black
Are the racist one here.
And blaming someone else
Now don’t pretend
You are blind to race
Do not try to play like
The soldier in this war
You don’t even know what side you’re fighting for.
A racial stereotype
Is a misleading representation
Of an ethn
Radio Yesterday (Young Poetry - Contest Entry)
Conflict cursed by who we are
deserts drowning doubt who we were
I do not understand
the meaning of warfare or warmth
so I stand here in the steepest sands
I have a multicultural
feeling murdering my mindless mind
from all the magical memories
I batter behind
Conflict cluttering all of my crowns
rusting a reprise re-approaching the grains
giving glittering german nazis gangster games
Lifeboats linger along the land leaving families
left to drown deeper down dirty dolphin homes
hung higher than hackney men mumbling mysteriously
back to their homes heaving backwards
beating blackberries burning brains
bleach breaking blazing blinds
guns grave great gents
idols inspirations icebergs intentions
Follow the doll dusted downstairs
follow the blizzard beating bears
fall down dirty ditches where you will stay
disturbing daylight, disturbing days
John Lennon on the floor
Laws leaving because of souls
Martin Luther King Jr is gone
Farewell Freddie, forever loved
In My Bath Tub Last NightDon't tell me that what I deal with everyday is not worth my broken bones and slit up wrists.
Don't tell me that in time I can be fixed.
Your perfect god cannot heal all wounds.
Maybe your god is not as perfect as you think
But then again maybe I am the one that's wrong.
It doesn't matter.
I no longer care.
Because you see when I was crying you weren't there.
You didn't';t see my tears or feel my pain.
And maybe my words are just escaped fragments of dust that can creep out of my cracking walls.
built up so high as if to protect me from unknown dangers.
Maybe this prophesied prodigal son is not so perfect...
This poem is for every teenager leaning over the edge of a three story building tonight...
This poem is for every one with a gun raised to his temple at this moment..
This poem Is not about suicide,
But it is about survival.
You know that I know that you think that you are ready to die.
But don't pull the trigger.
Listen. To my softly spoken plea...
I've been where you are tonight.
Caprice In SpringCaprice In Spring
The children read Bukowski before bedtime
And dream of cheap wine and women;
I myself am strange and unusual-
They are not my children
But they have long been wished upon me.
I was in love with a madman
Until he was well again.
I hear he's doing alright,
Enough money for the wife and the mistress-
But if we judge it's misandry.
Not that I care.
My friends and 'friends' alike tell me
I could have a terrible future in poetry,
I'm still not sure about it
One way or
Regardless I will write it all.
-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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