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Clear
Poem Published
8th Sep 2014 6:04pm
8th Sep 2014 6:04pm
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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AleKsandrovich47
Poem Published
8th Sep 2014 5:51pm
8th Sep 2014 5:51pm
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
25 reads
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cunnias
Poem Published
8th Sep 2014 7:01am
8th Sep 2014 7:01am
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.
28 reads
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AleKsandrovich47
Poem Published
8th Sep 2014 6:21am
8th Sep 2014 6:21am
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?
---
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 ...
30 reads
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
8th Sep 2014 1:37am
8th Sep 2014 1:37am
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...
41 reads
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crickstreetking
Poem Published
8th Sep 2014 00:59am
8th Sep 2014 00:59am
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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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
8th Sep 2014 00:08am
8th Sep 2014 00:08am
he didn't know what to believe...
she was seeing
someone else
said...
someone else
said...
32 reads
1 Comment
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