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| Dark Poetry #5 |
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Tough Life |
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Def-init Member
since 2008-12-03
Posts 186Toronto, Canada |
I'm the type that never arrived to class on time. I stayed out, played Street Fighter and smoked weed that was sublime! I have a grievance since my soul remains in absence Constant brilliance, life is hindrance. Science or substance? Grievance or Guidance? I shall not stand for this monstrance essence like a foreign family during the pledge of allegiance. I'm longing for the feeling of belonging Sadness and sorrow in a world so cold and hollow. Madness follows the saliva I swallow. Couldn’t comprehend light, even if I was the son of Apollo! Couldn’t even fly as a Cliff-Swallow. So much weight, my shoulders ache, I'm longing for the feeling of being loved more. I can’t remember what it feels like. 'Tough Love' is frightening Tricked into thinking it will keep the soul brightening... I was born through liquid stages...Cold. The effect of it is that of absent father neglect Even though I live havoc, my ego still spits magic With a savage lyrical thesis and blood stained creases. Hate and love. I can’t stand this combination I feel lied to like the single-bullet-theory My best friend is dead, another claimed by the army Another friend is shaking, sweating, recovering from meth. He sits and thinks every day alive is just another closer to death Dad abused his power like California Believed he was God like Allah with asthma The alpha male with a mean demeanor unlike Buddha Am glad he is under the flora, suffering hell's trauma Burning in magma, bitten by cobras, Feeling the wrath of Sparta, contaminated with rabies holding the Magna Carta! Mama, within dark poetry my words are considered the Mecca This stanza is cold, consider it the tundra It's evil, like when Microsoft created Vista! Maybe that’s why I drink Vodka till I stumble dancing a Polka Spending too much by way of Visa. Sister, Sarah, at least you can illuminate my spectra - If I cant bend Heaven, I shall move Hell - |
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Swisha Junior Member
since 2009-07-22
Posts 32 |
You've got some good stuff, i've read a few. Wish i had more time to write more of a comment, I loved the Apollo line.. And the friend on meth line was strong. You should check out the new one i posted, My Affliction, I think it's got some awesome rhymes in it. |
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20toes Junior Member
since 2009-07-26
Posts 42AZ, USA |
I also really felt the friend on meth line. this is a deep one for sure. |
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