Miscellaneous Poems
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Random, diverse and unusual poetry
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Kicking the Habit
Hi. . . My name is Clear and I have an addiction for this thing called Spoken Word.
And it all started when I was introduced to sessions that sparked joints;
Where listeners got lost and hallucinated in the right dosage of words;
This came from the mouths of dope heads, which never mislead.
Who burn A4 pages from the dome, on every stage for commonsense sentences?
Shrooms would fill the room at a state of intellectual ecstasy;
And the dealer would be the organizer of such cause and effect.
Passing out on microphones from an immediate fix from stanzas;
Drooling...
And it all started when I was introduced to sessions that sparked joints;
Where listeners got lost and hallucinated in the right dosage of words;
This came from the mouths of dope heads, which never mislead.
Who burn A4 pages from the dome, on every stage for commonsense sentences?
Shrooms would fill the room at a state of intellectual ecstasy;
And the dealer would be the organizer of such cause and effect.
Passing out on microphones from an immediate fix from stanzas;
Drooling...
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Blood Whore
IMA
BLOOD WHORE
BLOOD WHORE
I WANT MORE
WANT MORE
IMA
BLOOD WHORE
BLOOD WHORE
I WANNA SEE
YOUR BLOOD ON THA FLOOR
FUCK ALL OF THIS SHIT
IM DONE WITH THIS BITCH
BLOOD WHORE
BLOOD WHORE
I WANT MORE
WANT MORE
IMA
BLOOD WHORE
BLOOD WHORE
I WANNA SEE
YOUR BLOOD ON THA FLOOR
FUCK ALL OF THIS SHIT
IM DONE WITH THIS BITCH
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Fatal Memories
The smoke wafted in
Suffocating the air.
My seat became the hot bud, and the wheel
Became the ashes.
My senses were overcome with
The sensations of a lifeless black lunged body.
As I gasped for breath, the smoke blew me to a dark night
When his clothes reeked of Marlboro and his mouth
Of a freshly lit smoke.
As he hugged me he started to vanish;
Becoming one with the ash and then the tainted air.
I coughed and it cleared,
The blackened lungs lifting.
Suffocating the air.
My seat became the hot bud, and the wheel
Became the ashes.
My senses were overcome with
The sensations of a lifeless black lunged body.
As I gasped for breath, the smoke blew me to a dark night
When his clothes reeked of Marlboro and his mouth
Of a freshly lit smoke.
As he hugged me he started to vanish;
Becoming one with the ash and then the tainted air.
I coughed and it cleared,
The blackened lungs lifting.
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if I was dead
People dont realize that death has a curse
everything you ever were, soon gets reversed
I bet if I died right now
People would care
but before death
those people wouldn't dare
they would stare
shocked and sad
the thought of this truth
makes me really mad
-------
IF I WAS DEAD
would you miss me at all
would you cry
and form into a ball?
would you cut?
and would you care?
If I was dead
would you be there?
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IF I WAS DEAD
OR PRETTY CLOSE TO IT
WOULD YOU CARE?
OR WOULD YOU JUST SAY ...
everything you ever were, soon gets reversed
I bet if I died right now
People would care
but before death
those people wouldn't dare
they would stare
shocked and sad
the thought of this truth
makes me really mad
-------
IF I WAS DEAD
would you miss me at all
would you cry
and form into a ball?
would you cut?
and would you care?
If I was dead
would you be there?
---
IF I WAS DEAD
OR PRETTY CLOSE TO IT
WOULD YOU CARE?
OR WOULD YOU JUST SAY ...
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he agrees with her in theory...
you're the most impractical man I've ever
met, she said, you can't even change
a light bulb...
and having considered the point I agree,
since for me a light bulb will always
be what it is...
met, she said, you can't even change
a light bulb...
and having considered the point I agree,
since for me a light bulb will always
be what it is...
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read betwwen the lines
seeing as only a blind man can see, drifting on the wind in my cage of destiny
along this path I have traveled before, haunted by the melancholy shadows peeking out of the darkened doors
there is a rot that has devoured my soul a constant dying has slowly taken its toll
all my weapons are worn and my armor destroyed, tired from the struggle of trying to survive.
you kill me again and again, and of course I still let you in
along this path I have traveled before, haunted by the melancholy shadows peeking out of the darkened doors
there is a rot that has devoured my soul a constant dying has slowly taken its toll
all my weapons are worn and my armor destroyed, tired from the struggle of trying to survive.
you kill me again and again, and of course I still let you in
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he didn't know what to believe...
she was seeing
someone else
said...
someone else
said...
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Labyrinthine
Awakened.
Everything is misery
unless you pretend,
fantasy, is where I long to be
empty in my head.
The journey down was quick.
feathers are frequent
and pounds are wasted
on flesh of twisted tongues,
lies are ears and truths are deaf,
everything comes undone
No clocks are on the walls
so time wont tell anybody.
Everything is misery
unless you pretend,
fantasy, is where I long to be
empty in my head.
The journey down was quick.
feathers are frequent
and pounds are wasted
on flesh of twisted tongues,
lies are ears and truths are deaf,
everything comes undone
No clocks are on the walls
so time wont tell anybody.
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Walk In The Rain
God, look at the beauty that's out here today.
They say it's depressing, but I say it's beautiful.
It's so incredible how water can pour down from the sky as we walk by.
I wish it would rain all day.
Because, everyday it's the same weather.
Hide the sun as it comes.
The little drops of rain feels so gentle yet cold.
I know I'm too old to play in the rain, but I can't help it.
I'd rather sit in the rain as it comes my way than to hide away from it.
Gorgeous rain, nothing is more better than to stay in the rain.
It feels so sensuous on my skin.
Let's...
They say it's depressing, but I say it's beautiful.
It's so incredible how water can pour down from the sky as we walk by.
I wish it would rain all day.
Because, everyday it's the same weather.
Hide the sun as it comes.
The little drops of rain feels so gentle yet cold.
I know I'm too old to play in the rain, but I can't help it.
I'd rather sit in the rain as it comes my way than to hide away from it.
Gorgeous rain, nothing is more better than to stay in the rain.
It feels so sensuous on my skin.
Let's...
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Blank
White
Pale
Snow
Sheets
Cold
Blue
Pale
White
Cold.
White
Pale
Snow
Sheets
Cold
Blue
Pale
White
Cold.
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Thoughts of Hustla (Written by: Jimmy N. Alvarez)
The life we fall into, when we come from nothing.The easiest job to get that, don’t require a high school diploma or college degree.Just like any other business you start from the bottom and work your way up.The road ahead gets hard, with great rewards and life consequences. All of that is up to you. How mentally weak or strong are you to push forward and sacrifice everything. The deeper you get the higher the rewards and harsher punishment. The stress gets higher knowing, that every day can be your last. The moments you seize are priceless, but tomorrow is now and never promised. Everyone is...
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