The Immortal Wize

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Beaten

Creator (06292025)

a creator who lived alone turned a house into a art gallery and a room into a library to make it a home the creator was not alone

Ce Poème (06272025)

ce poème n'a pas de mètre ce poème n'a pas de rime ce poème n'a pas de structure c'est la dernière ligne ce poème n'a pas de

Real Blood True Story (06262025)

this is a scenario this scenario is also based on facts and is not imagined or fictional the outer layer is you have a friend your friend is a snake you know your friend is a snake you witnessed your friend snake others but somewhere in your delusional mind for some unknown reason you think your friend won't snake you when you know your friend is a snake you not safe

Highspeed (06212025)

a clunk of steel and fear loud screaming rubber grip pavement violent engines roar rims wobble off to the side chasing shadows in the slumber cutting corners desperate turns passengers plea for freedom regrets of gambling with fate to tower the walls of prison sirens chime a sorrowful anthem blocks shrink into square miles air thickens anticipation tie knots in esophagus dread and thrill hug the wheel the chase unfolds a swift flee in the dark dusty streets danger looms near a calm moment before thunder cracks through concrete a desperate flight wild and free relentless pursuit of humanity in a flash

Help Is A Silent Word (06172025)

"she said someone help me" no one helped her no one stopped everyone kept going where ever they were going doing what ever they were doing no one answered her request for assistance nor came to her beck and call no one stopped to see what's wrong no one understood their assignment people kept coming and going not one was willing to lend a hand to the woman struggling with her troubles desperately crying out for help begging for some one to help her "someone help me please" no one heard her until she "screamed"

Frostbitten (06162025)

every time it rain it pours in the house the ceiling falls on me rolling thunder lightning strikes we don't get along were always fighting it won't be much longer I see the sign a strong wind is blowing a storm our way I been through many mighty winds before that failed to knock me down it's sad when a house is not a home it feels like the Astrodome don't know if I should stay in place or evacuate the choice is my decision to make you baked me a cake you say its fosted with love but sorry doesn't cut it you say if I leave I'll be making a big mistake but arent mistakes made to make I don't have a taste for sweets don't like to throw food away you been in the kitchen preheating the oven planing to bake all day but too bad the cake you baked gone to waste

Power Nappin (06162025)

catch me driftin think I'm slippin you gotta be sippin I think you trippin I'm dreamin of buildin a boat strong long lastin durable enough to float puttin parts together fixin mixin liftin fittin gettin the cogs to turn like clockwork sheer precision stickin it all together mixin matchin makin blocks click like legos twisted split loco highly allergic to quitin writin hittin pitchin a flow trowin a fit pitchin a b**** catchin a drift eye shut wonderin should I or if I should speak hold the thought keep the peace or go word for word verbatim with the inner me I suppose I should pause nah it's a flaw blame it on confluent energy I'm not the fault addicted to the vibe high on rhyme versify versitile shiftin stuff around speedin up slowin down diggin deep like a nose picker pick a nose until a nose bleed profusely didn't come to sleep runnin on fumes came to snooze long enough to fuel up and flo some mo

Swim (06162025)

You were one of the swimmers

You swam faster than the others

You were born a winner

My Father (06152025)

today is father's day oh, happy day to all the men who deserve to be celebrated everyone who knows me know it's not one of my favorite days I learned how to forgive I forgave but there are some stains that won't go away though they may have faded with age they still can be seen it is written to honor thy father and thy mother it is also written father's do not provoke your children to anger it took a powerful dose of humility to lose the hostility and aggression I fostered some I grew up with didn't have a father well of course they did but never seen the man or didn't know who he was I seen mine all the time hate is a strong word I try hard to keep it out of my vocabulary but that man brought every ounce of animosity out of me my father don't deserve no honor after all the hell he instilled in me I don't believe he deserve to rest in peace everybody said he was a good man my reply he was a lousy dad

Question Marks (06152025)

stripes across my legs arms and behind remind me of how deep those extension cords cut into me like lacerations from a sharp blade my mother is squeamish she hates the sight of blood and violence it's hard to believe she's the same woman who drew blood from me disciplining me cracked my brothers head wide open with a 1970 platform shoe she beat us purple black and blue I sustained broken fingers fractured ribs from being wacked with a broom stick and hit with broken legs off wooden chairs if that ain't violence I don't know what to call it I mean it behooves me how she leaped from a woman who committed all those acts of premeditated violence to a woman who swears she wouldn't harm a flea or fly the lie detector determined that's a lie I got the scars to prove otherwise


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