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    Got any poems? Can you freestyle a rap poem? Here's an oldie.

    (An african preacher told me this in a dream.)

    I collect toe nails!
    finger nails
    hair that's long grown
    Crusty mucus dead skin
    none of it my own

    Toe nails! Finger nails!
    Covering my walls
    snow flakes of
    dead skin
    I watch as it falls.

    A confetti of peelings
    reign on my kneeling

    Ashes to ashes
    dust is no must
    a part of you's mine
    in this room of disgust

    A part of you's here
    a part of you's near

    A part of you's missing
    a part of you's furious
    a part of you's hissing
    a part of you's curious

    This room will be a palace
    over time of course
    i will lay in the dust
    and add with my corpse

    I'll name this room Jesus
    in honor of the horse
    for we died for his sins
    and he had no remorse.

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    grape jelly you a weird motherfucker

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    I was going to perform this poem at a local bowlo. But I was kind of forbidden to go & I had an anxiety attack anyways

    It's called Euthanasia Clinic

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    washington... this sometimes changes withought planning...

    Slide Rules

    like melted curcuit wax/helium he drips out the side ear, intersecting
    generational flaws meet and greet.
    stale beer mistakes swallowed.
    left behind: the only cause
    left sheer in retrospect;
    body and mind flowing in hair rivlets
    to the sun. a choice remained
    after all the rest had followed
    the great ink escalator to the top.
    will you drink now or later?
    shit the bed and now you hate her.
    knowing best won't make you stop.

    you can't wrap a bag around each foot
    like so much dirt and roots.
    you're bringing down a trade route map
    detailing every gap in-sanity
    just for the hell of it
    while i hide it in the pronouns.
    a series of ladders and chutes
    leading to doors; spirits that rap
    out a victimless homicide of truth.
    spindle legs rolled out flat.
    line your clouds in gold;
    the rainy season has just begun
    and your umbrella has begun to fold.
    Last edited by Obfuscate; 02-21-2017 at 09:30 PM.
    "The vanity of intelligence is that the intelligent man is often more committed to 'one-upping' his opponent than being truthful. When the idea of intelligence, rather than intelligence itself, becomes a staple, there is no wisdom in it."
    Criss Jami

    "When dealing with people, remember you are not dealing with creatures of logic, but creatures of emotion."
    "Any fool can criticize, condemn, and complain but it takes character and self control to be understanding and forgiving."
    Dale Carnegie

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    facta non verba interprétation erronée's Avatar
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    gravel-people on a perpetual train rolling bumping rearranged
    crumbs with cognition and theory of mind
    amalgamated dust with no reason or rhyme?
    Quote Originally Posted by Limes View Post
    Jan Bonclay
    “If you're not careful, the newspapers will have you hating the people who are being oppressed, and loving the people who are doing the oppressing.” ― Malcolm X

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    attention starvation/mental fornication with shapes

    small chest big butt, please look at my cheeks
    I like to pick up things without bending my knees
    happily wedded pear with soft bulbous cheeks
    vying for anyones admiration like sugarbugs beg for sweets
    worship me by fashioning me into a pillow
    now fall to sleep my love as leaves do on willows
    knead my fluffy dough box and I will billow whispers debuting
    Valentine fumes infused with gratitude and nebulous cooing
    plaster my buns on the walls of your heart
    call out to my tookus little boy when your scared in the dark
    bite big chunks and chew them like gelatin
    savor my bum in your fantasies like a plump candied Wellington
    borrow my butt and put it in a sack
    now go convince the whole world to worship my big fat ass
    drown me in your drool massage me til I'm sticky
    then we'll poop together in the same toilet
    I love you, seduce me, but don't touch me, watch me wiggle
    I'm WIGGLING I'm crying now I'm WIGGLING again I'm all hot and bothered
    denim, pencil skirts, promenading salacious pandamonium
    ooooh aaaah ooooh aaaah oooooh
    I'm in your mind, dancing, and thrusting endless mockeries at your impotence
    yeeessssss mmmmm
    Last edited by interprétation erronée; 03-04-2017 at 06:59 AM.
    Quote Originally Posted by Limes View Post
    Jan Bonclay
    “If you're not careful, the newspapers will have you hating the people who are being oppressed, and loving the people who are doing the oppressing.” ― Malcolm X

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    Of fairy tales and nightingales
    are women's dreams of love made of
    Through stormy night and windy gales
    always Mr. Right they dream of
    But perfect knights are hard to find
    rarer still, men who are kind
    Rarer even more are women who understand
    that perfection's only ever in the mind
    Loneliness isn't being alone with no one to talk to. Loneliness is being surrounded by so many people, none of whom sees the real you. Loneliness isn't an island. It's a sea of people moving through you and past you. It's a storm of empty days and empty moments, going through the motions and hoping that just for one day your emptiness is filled.

    Loneliness isn't a state of being alone, but a state of not being fully understood.


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    Ode to a Pyrrhic Victory

    The crowd cheered
    Their packetized voices bouncing across the optical fibers and airwaves
    We won they said, sitting at home or goofing off at the office
    While somewhere a baby dolphin died
    And a baby bee died
    And a baby

    Nature's an insistent everything
    Everywhere and everywhen
    We can put it off
    Pretending we play a higher game
    Breaking into the earth's savings account
    Spending black sunlight
    Playing god because we believe in gods
    And gods make nature and not the other way around
    And that's how we like it
    That's how we got here
    So there's that

    Monkeys hooting in the forest know
    Don't take those bananas for granted
    Rabbits hopping know
    Don't stray too far from the burrow
    Things have to eat you to stay alive
    And they will eat
    And if you top the food chain
    Everything beneath you can be your death
    Broken links
    Dry waterholes
    A butterfly

    The slot machine paid out
    We won they said, gathered round
    The chips flow out becoming money
    Somebody owes us now
    Dig the Earth and pay up

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    Lol, comes to something when Kali calls somebody else "weird"
    If Biden is the answer... what the fuck was the question?!


    >> Insert ad hominem <<

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    (Isn't poetry supposed to be depressing? Here, let me try...)
    (I just came up with this on the spot, so forgive me if it's not Silvia Plath level of depressing.)

    Nothing is real
    It's not empty space
    But something we can feel
    It's cold touch upon your face

    It can cloud your sight
    As you read life in braille
    Against Nothing you may fight
    But inevitably fail

    From the past it infects
    Like the darkest of fogs
    The future it infests
    Like the most putrid of bogs

    Because nothing is real
    It's a thing you can see
    Something you can feel
    Stretching into eternity

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