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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...-
XVIII - RainbowIt's not all sunshine, daisies - butter yellow
I can't always stay cool, calm and mellow
There needs to be some kind of release
Some form of making, even temporary, peace
I cannot wish it all away
I cannot say the things I want to say
There is no rainbow giveaway,
There has to be another day.
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.
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.
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.
CaidoÁrmate, ármate de valor, trobador,
que sea destino desde tu cuna el cielo
para su humo y nubes reforjar de nuevo,
para un nuevo principio, el verdadero comienzo.
Oh, las humaredas de polvos de carbón,
destacando en la cúpula por nuestra pobreza.
Te digo, trobador, que sulfure tu corazón
para que azufre escupa el suelo y sus grietas.
Que se queden el terror los indignos
pues por no ser perros, son nada.
Tú, trobador, sangra la certeza de tu tino
en batalla, donde el plasma no descansa.
A la fragua, ve, flautista de Asgard,
cumple con la caída a este mundo
pues al cielo debes probar
que de entre este tumulto vas a destacar.
Más rápido que la luz vas a brotar
para que las miradas se posen en tu ser,
como el sol cuando va a descansar
pues eres el más bello en el pírico atardecer.
Ahora apaga las lloviznas de ponzoña,
adopta el destino por el que eres ángel caído:
que tiemblen los mortales en actitud temblorosa
ante la pr
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
Love isn't love when it isn't love and this isn'tWhen you told me your name,
you forgot to tell me about your family.
About your brothers and sisters,
your parents and grandparents
aunts and uncles,
second cousins twice removed-
You didn't say anything about the town you grew up in.
The country that you left.
You chose prettier words as you traced love across my arms.
Longing across my skin.
And emptiness along my lips.
Shadows played in your eyes.
skeletons you hadn't buried in your rush to escape,
or maybe you sent them out to sea, but they kept washing back up.
There was so much I wanted to ask you.
You are not the first broken boy
who has come asking me to fix him.
As if my hands were magic,
my love were surgery.
My lips stitching you up at the sides.
when you were running from something
or after something
but all I knew is what I was chasing
I couldn't risk losing.
His skin still smelled of his home country.
Dusty ground and warm memories.
Hardly fitting here on the beach,
but I treasured it anyway.
shadiolet:eternal and forbidden love:the choosen 1Part 10
At mephials mansion
Scourge was becoming impatient.he wanted have violet.soon mephials got tried of his complaining so he let him go see violet.
Mephials:scourge if I let you go see violet will you stop complaining?
Mephials:fine go.and be back soon.
Scourge got up and walk away.
Scourge: okay "dad".
He teased him.
With violet and shadow
Violet woke up and saw that shadow was still asleep.she decided to go for a walk on the beach.she gave her sweet sleeply shadow a kiss on the forehead and left.she walk for bit and sat down on a rock.what she didn't know was that scourge was watching her.
Scourge:there's my little mermaid.hehehe.
When violet closed her eyes to enjoy the warm sun she heard a voice.
Scourge:hello my little mermaid.What are you doing out here all alone.
Violet gasp and turn around to see Scourge smirking at her.
Scourge:surprise to see me?
Scourge got closer and closer.Violet didn't know what to do she didn't stand a chance against scourge.finally sco
The language of kings and queensI just watched what claimed to be a video but it was so much more than just a person talking to a screen, more than playful banter or a how to of fitting in with the world today, it had the most amazing words and it painted a picture more beautiful than any makeup artist could, and the best thing was that people wanted to hear it. We live in a time where poetry is a lost art, you may speak about things in a comedy setting or sing it in a song but we are told that poetry is for the lonely and the forgotten.
We live in a time where I have to explain to my brothers that poetry does not have to rhyme that it is not constricted to the tight guidelines they are taught in those six weeks in grade ten. Poetry is the language of kings and queens, speech writers of old and the forgotten of new. Poetry is not confined to love and sorrow, not the 5 part haikus, not a rhyme at the end of every sentence. Poetry can form army’s or break countries, it can make you laugh or make you cry, poetry I
zero resultswhen everyday seems just the same
you know its hard to maintain
that little sparkle in my eye
its just the darkness of life
i think im runnin out of tries
i think im dumb and im blind
i think i might actually be losin
what is left of my mind-
so where we at is the first dimension/
groups of shapes/
failin to find a way to correct this sense of misdirection/
aided by a case of nervous awkward apprehension-
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