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
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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
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Swim (06162025)
You were one of the swimmers
You swam faster than the others
You were born a winner
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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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