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The Underlined Theme Of My Life Is A Lack Of Love & Respect
And Thanks To Reincarnation, I’ll Have A Chance To Fuck Up The Next… Turmoil Constructing The Text Of Tired Storylines, People Making Sport Of Lies & Rage Ironically Expressed Through Boring Cries Giving Birth To A New Verse At Every Morning Rise My Mind’s A Pillar, Supporting This Guise With Binding Ties While A Sinister Sense Of Serendipity Lies Dormant Behind These Eyes Sleeping & Uprovoked…O A Last Until It’s Encroached Wit Tongue Lashes & Pen Strokes… I Used To Hold My Pen Close, Starvin Artist Wit A Hunger To Write Now My Hands Are Comatose & Barely Harbor Enough Life To Type.. Obsessed...Keystrokes & Hollow Text Confess Sins Much Greater Than Sex At Obscene Times Of Night.. While My Creative Process Often Hides Its Best In Times Of Light I…Revise, Retype Till Thoughts Reach Terminal Age, Turn & Fill Each Page... I…Reword & Rework Each Verse Till The Tale’s Told & The Book’s Closed… Look Close & You’ll Probably See Your Name In The Footnotes Amidst The Endless List Of Quotes From People I Was Afraid To Speak To... But Not Even The Hands Of Fate Can Strangle Evil Or Hold The Tongue It Speaks Through .. My Passive Personality’s Proved To Be Slightly Less Than Lethal A Heart Guarded In Opaque Flesh, While The Rest Of Me Is See Through… I Am...Forgotten The Non-Existent My Physical Dimensions Masured In Units Of Figment & Transparency Is My Pigment... Omniscient…A Cold Stone Statue Holdin The Key To Subsistence... Too Often I’m Judged Solely On The Basis Of Crossed-Eyed Glimpses Melancholy Obviously Masked In Bliss... This Bastard Is Continuously Becoming Less Convincing At Thinking That This Is His Last Attempt To Grasp At This Vain Bitch… But I Persist…Strugglin To Grip Those Perfectly Arranged Estranged Hips Till The Blood In My Veins Is Dense… This Pain’s Been Equated At Sixpence... And Manhood’s Considered Miniscule If It Doesn’t At Least Reach The 6th Inch Or Peak In Its 11th Hour... Divine Beauty Obsessed With Power,Mankind Devours Cowards And I’m Sure My Name's Somewhere On The Menu... My Last Suggestion To The Chef Is, This Heart’s Best Served In 2 Sweeten The Pot With A Few I Love You’s & I’ll Blindly Leap Into My Fiery Grave... I’m Sure The Salt In My Wounds’ll Season My Wiry Frame... Question…If Life’s A Game, Who Holds The Controls??? Not Me, I Live In Vain, So I Got No Choice But To Go Wit The Flow… My Unrequited Love Holds Enough Pain For You & Both... But I’ll Gladly Take Yours In Exchange For This Suicide Note... Push The Envelope & Break The Seal With A French Kiss Delivered To Her Lips.... I’ve Succumbed To Love’s Sickness & Even If This Army Of Tears ...Overcomes Resistance, It Still Won’t Be Enough To Drown Out The Shit I Witnessed... But I’m Too Tired To Act, Weak, Scarred & Jaded With Envy… To Think, We Would’ve Made A Great Match, You Within Me A Perfect Fit, You’re Shallow & Now My Heart’s Nearly Empty… |
Very hot piece for a newbie...good shit here
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Wake Up Man..This Peice Is NOT TO BE SLEPT ON
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Bed Time Is Over....Quit Sleepin On Me
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Up Up Up And Still Uppin...
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hot peice...............i dont think he is a newb.........flow needs some work but tight peice nah fuck that///////////~beautifull peice~
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that was a hot ass piece
im uppin this for my b.r.e fam peep my piece The Skitzo:me vs. me |
very well wrote. second thing i read by you, impressed. love your vocab and your wordplay. there wasnt as many multies in this one as the first one, but it was still nice. very well done. keep em coming, ill keep droppin feed! lol
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This Never Got The Type Of Feedback I Intended It To Get...Pleez Gimme Summore Feedback
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yo this was pretty deep in my eye
I think i can agree wit some of this Nice vocab complexity and style Nice metaphors Ill drop man stay up man 1 |
6/11 Replies Have Came From Me Uppin This...A Dayum Shame
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