Cliffside
 

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pretty sure that i love you. but i know that it hurts
rose out of concrete, rougher than diamonds, gold in the dirt
over subway grates, windswept, the flow of your skirt
had me rotary, circular, stuck. rolling inert
nobody's first. i guess nobody wins, nobody's wrong
you'll never even know that i wrote you a song
fuck. i've written you dozens
notepad of assonances filled with assumptions
over analytic discussion, droning, like an idiot. substance
dependent, sinister soul. shadow puppeteering cryptic baroque
paper pioneering the boat. Aaliyah kissing me slow
mellow synthesis, prose is prozac. but my symptoms are few
are far between like full eclipses at noon
scented perfume. it all seems so egocentric, it's true
but i promise, evermore, raven, this is for you.
give me youth. it's the finer things i'm saving to buy
that have me feeling paranoid & hateful inside
be that close to the ledge. let your sentiments fly
cliffside is where your earnest femininity shines
all wax poetic aside. take that step. leftist or right
winged warrior, airborne like breathable lies
goretex and maker's mark. the seasonal grind
the TV says it's freezing. let the people decide
balancing romantic with a need to survive
thought you wanted a bond. you had a needle in mind
puzzled like broken china, force the pieces to fit
bat an eyelash and i'll lease you a whip.
jesus, it's sick
adulthood's a trip. i remember being seven and six
envisioning shit, suicide before i'd ever been kissed
reoccurrence persisted. viva la venereal cysts
your lips burn like kerosene, we melt. candlesticks
in the fireplace, ashes, bloody ashes we fade
another Encyclopedia Dramatica page
jottings cinquains on parchment and graves, walking away
long past my parliament phase. black tar coughing decay
i wanted to stay. truly, i did. i wasn't confused
just afraid to take a leap. i couldn't stomach the view
i love you more than life. that was always the truth
but it was either live in solitude, or suffer with you..

i'd rather burn than choke.





DEADMAN

I'm a bit drunk and thinking about things and about to go to bed. This was everything I needed in my life at this time, aside from a cigarette of my own.

Thank you.

I'll come back with better feedback.

whew. some parts of this were fiercely beautiful. i dug it.

I wish you'd use periods. Sometimes I'm unsure where your flow ends or begins.

The passion was very strong with this one

Makes me want to read it to people around

I've read my sister some of your writings before

Lol

I want a visual of Wise's sister.

jealousy is in the air i can tell /// i will never understand the shit but OH WELL...

lmaooo


i lol'd irl when i read this


i was thinkin the same thing





dope om, @dead man

i think we can all agree that wise should have a .gif of his sister reading this and touching herself as his next signature.

Be honest. The first half was awesome. Overall great, but the last half wasn't as dope as the first. But loved that beginning a lot!

I can see if she's down..

freezing outside/people decide was dope. agree that it fell off at the end but you closed on a strong note. miss this shit

I know for a fact Wise' sister is down, btw

For days I've been wondering if it's Wise' or Wise's. Oats has reinvigorated my inner turmoil.

It's Wise's.

you are missed brother oats

and thats interesting cuz we're usually on similar pages and the final segment was one of my favorite bits of this.

This was amazing the whole way through, I hope to see more of this.

saving this from the second page

I like that you lay out a thesis statement right away. This wasn't exceptional, but the point of the verse is crystalized. If you don't like this content, don't keep reading.

The way you word things drips of emotion and makes the cadence and delivery you're going for so obvious. I don't know any other text rapper who makes rapping his words so easy for the reader. This is tremendous. The "nobody" line had a lot of straightforward frustration in it.

You shift gears here into something more abstract, wittier and more verbose, but you do it well. I didn't love "symptoms are few." Other than that, this was good. The wordplay was good.

I wasn't as crazy about this section, but it was good. I appreciate the skill displayed here.

I loved the ending. I don't know why other people didn't. This entire section was just ridiculous. This might be my favorite section of writing I've read on this site.

the only thing i've read on this site that deserves a HOF, a HOF that matters, not the watered down ish. the best since i've read my last blacketh piece probably, ha. thought provoking. beautiful. inspiring.

Who cares about flow.

This was poignant. I wonder if you'll ever step away from your comfort zone.