10-10-2019, 10:22 PM | #1 |
obsessed
Join Date: Nov 2013
Location: fucka idiyote
Posts: 5,716
Battle Record: Faggot-1
Accomplishments - can recite entirety of shrek 2
Champed - tangoed with spider man behind scenes in spider-man 2
- was candidate for gerber baby 3x
- smush parker like bb comment on instagram saying "u fucka suck idiyote"
- smush beer on head and didn't cry
- parallel parked in between 2 ferrari's in tonky truck once
- when saying pledge of allegiance i said "i don't" lmao deadass bb satan
- won tshirt from taco bell saying "taco cat" is the same backwards for filling out 500 surveys in a
- neighbor house caught on fire i call FIRE department and saved lives, was in newspaper
- set neighbor house on fire lmao
- fuck neighbor husband and wife
- first fish caught resembled david ortiz
- colin kaepernick
- related to genghis khan
- elected assistant to the vice president assistant to the president for regional chess club
- never lost game of hide and seek
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son of cain
he's
unsorted. unabashed. formal with his emotions. unashamed. vulnerable worn as a sash on thunderous days. sport a badge of honor stained with the blood of cain. what's her name? love lost. lust loves to come in gangs. my father never asked if i'm ok. he told me he forgave me for what we brang. brought. sorry. when i'm in pain, my language crosses barriers all the same. rain forest. brain blots. lost in my badge of honor. should i say, i'm sorry? i'm not to blame.
fuck that motherfucker
fuck that motherfucker
fuck it. flames.
distraught and caught in daze. there's days i question, am i supposed to be gone? hoping to holy father that i'm totally wrong. rotary dial. noticeable drama. rusty robot. corrosion in armor. lunch with locusts. emotional trauma. bandages with no adhesive falling off of my stitches. i'm more then enraged, i'm sort of conflicted. sort of insane. hold me no longer. aborting the mission. there's holy ghosts that i pray too. prayers vanish. displaced. i read neitzsche and questioned myself. i read what she wrote me---- answer to questions dispelled. theres a wolf inside you, with a sheep in its teeth. what's yours will find you, and crush you to pieces. find your heart indiscreetly, whispering that i love you. distilled inner feelings. take a shot of me and consume. sometimes i want to be lowered inside a grave. mausoleum adventures. nausea and deflection. hardly seen. i surrender, any parts of me i dismember. i believe god isn't god if he's hiding his face. don't deny me my faith. close thy eyes then, sleep till forever. crying in shapes. not circles and ovals, more jagged edges and blades. that scrape down my cheek bones when they fall into place. tears become blood. blood becomes rage. it's what we sign our names in when we scream out our names. when I'm inside of you. inside of your brain. eye stare psychosomatic. why are we strange? lie there so damaged. why do you push me away when i just want to stay? why do i stay when there's blood on my face? a lion pawing away flys that nick at the scrapes. blood on my hands, nothing to say. asking if someone else wants to dance in my place. bach's chaconne, slow waltz into grace. i've had it to here. i've had it to space. satellite metal floating till it touches something to change. engaging in societal rituals just to escape. jupiter ring hula hoop interlaced. interlaced. "pale fire" on the coffee table as blade runner plays. hiking alone up olympus with a cain in my fist. never without format, never existed. a whisper so nuanced. edges affixed
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10-10-2019, 11:56 PM | #2 |
Senior Member
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Nietzsche? nigga u dislexick?fucc wit it
return feed plz |
11-09-2019, 12:03 PM | #3 |
consults Lloyd
Join Date: Aug 2013
Posts: 4,075
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Champed -1-2 Punch League Roast
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This medium's played the back burner. I've staved off the stow aways and rap fervor. Stayed off the road I paved in black journals. Paint thoughts in coded phrases that serve to sew the pace to match perfect. Stroll the maze. Wrap sermons in sultan capes. It's insulting. May my last words be half murmured and full of weight. My rock bottom's top's mossy. Go 'head and get comfy. Settled in to sediment. The sentiment's just breathe. Sentenced to sit with it. No sense interrupting. The premise is limits since we're just one being deceased in a blink, but think we're disrupting. Delusions of grandeur are human. Our ancestors and
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11-20-2019, 01:03 AM | #4 |
Banned
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i've had it to here. i've had it to space. satellite metal floating till it touches something to change. engaging in societal rituals just to escape.
dope |
11-20-2019, 10:27 PM | #5 |
nok Su kow
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yo yalls tore it up.
Nice
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12-08-2019, 09:28 PM | #6 |
Senior Member
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i believe god isn't god if he's hiding his face. don't deny me my faith. close thy eyes then, sleep till forever. crying in shapes. not circles and ovals, more jagged edges and blades. that scrape down my cheek bones when they fall into place.
loved it. read it twice too, it was a cool ride |
12-10-2019, 10:35 PM | #7 | |
living
Join Date: Jan 2013
Posts: 3,465
Battle Record: 33-18
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- Art of Writing League
- AOWL Season 4
- Write Week V
- GWL Season 1
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Quote:
cellophane and yellow tape protecting us vaguely, from whatever we make intelligent then press into spaces evangelical praise our matron saint rebellious phase, hail ye
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Zack Wicks for president |
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12-26-2019, 08:57 PM | #8 | |
consults Lloyd
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Quote:
regardless of harm that it causes. Discarded. Just carbon. Despondent. The martyrs. Marching in concert. Feet to the fire. Armed with the knowledge of the fall we’re embarking. It’s part of the process. How long is this star lit? Last edited by dull boy; 12-28-2019 at 10:06 AM. |
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12-27-2019, 09:44 PM | #9 |
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This was sick, imagery for days...kudos.
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12-28-2019, 10:06 AM | #10 |
consults Lloyd
Join Date: Aug 2013
Posts: 4,075
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Exhaustive catharsis. Thoughts become caustic.
I start to think, then I sink. Lost in the margins. Haunted by posits. Daunting hypothesis. The yellow king is telling me the crosses are sharpened. A novice in blossom. A rose from manure. Lick the bottom out the bottle. Under sobered influence. The Joker. A loner. Moping through hubris. The showman, imbued with social amusements sewn to his two lips. Soul in a feud with hope and it’s uses. Cold and abusive to those who he chooses to open to. Suture close where he’s wounded only to rue in what’s old and been muted. An opus he’s losing. Last edited by dull boy; 12-28-2019 at 06:07 PM. |
12-28-2019, 06:06 PM | #11 |
consults Lloyd
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Copious plumes of smoke in the room.
These existential issues are as loaded as you. Soul the hue of soot cooked to soles of our spoons. Cereal surreal. Smoke a bowl of Fruit Loops. Inner child in denial. A photo of two reflections reflecting. Both of them you. The ghost of a clone. Throat in a noose. In the mirror you kick the chair but don’t know from who. Last edited by dull boy; 12-29-2019 at 04:49 PM. |
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