06-09-2014, 12:36 PM | #1 |
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Catharsis
it wasn’t too long ago, though hindsight is muddled at best
I remember. clear as my reflection in the puddles of stress that clung to my chest. that sweet, bitter numbing effect of retreating back into the arms of comfort’s neglect. wide-eyed, wider pupils. that insufferable sweat of the substances I run to for my love of regret lulled into bed by the sullen threads I mulled in my head; Jumbles of text my lullaby for a mummified rest Dulled intellect. only ego to keep the sky afloat Mind the boat, we're sinking deeper into the dream that I demote Women and childhoods first - quickly now, untie the rope Abandon ship, it's cancerous, let's see how far the tide'll go Now the escape pod wanders beyond the currents of my control Silent boasts drop anchor in the shallows of my siphoned soul True Gemini, two ends of I, at our cores an isotope torn between seeing the world through telescopes or a microscope I don't know... I don't keep up with the trends anymore, they're so foolish concluding with the same feelings that are introduced - no new shit, the pool is on the brink of diluted I swear if Sisyphus was here you guys would think he's the coolest so simple, so clueless. Compliments got me mixed up "You're so smart/funny/talented - how do you come up with this stuff?" So I sit up with a big huff, extend a smile of my glib trust Knowing that after I read Midnight’s Children, I didn’t write for 6 months I knew I’d never be the genius that I wanted to be or the prodigy I got other people charmed to believe Instead of think of it, my insignificance became my comic relief - Look at all the things I invest my time in, forgotten in weeks Existential hyperventilation: corsage of defeat That helps me blend in with the rest of them, donned as fatigues Cuz we all run on the same wheel, daunted to see The speed at which our feet persist while dreams fall underneath They wander, recede at impossible speeds. a crease in time Separates the rate of wasted fate to moments that, though brief, define The contexts we exist in, the things that give us meaning - Signs that give us our direction, courage to self-realize Everything I seek to find blossoms from a seed of rhyme Lessons that I need survive, etched within these metered lines Just like the ocean recalibrates my body, gives me peace of mind An open moleskin is my escape into the sea of ink I leave behind Breathe deep, then dive... My poetry is home for me, my prose is haunted Both are contras. Fighting to steal purpose from each broken promise Cloaked as offices, monotonous social dogmas That confuse the meaning of being hopeless and modest I've never been the best, smartest or most accomplished But these words are my only window to be open and honest *** my niece was born, not too long ago, a small slice of the heavens The past alive right in front of me, hindsight in the present So excited to venture in the grass, dig in the dirt till her hands fill - Feel the earth at a standstill No concept of yesterday or the expanse of tomorrow I couldn't hope to find a better example to follow
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06-09-2014, 02:36 PM | #2 |
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This was great. Worthy of HOF. I'll leave better feed later when I'm off work.
EDIT: My bad. Forgot to feed earlier. The rhyming throughout was very impressive, but the emotion in this was the strongest point. In the beginning there was a hint of doubt with the I don't know lines, and not writing for six months. But by the end, the birth of your niece resolved the feelings of doubt. I can relate to that same feeling when my niece was born. Very good piece here oats. Last edited by Zen; 06-14-2014 at 05:44 PM. |
06-14-2014, 04:33 PM | #3 |
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Holla
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06-14-2014, 05:31 PM | #4 |
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Jumbles of text my lullaby for a mummified rest
-Daaamn! Abandon ship, it's cancerous, let's see how far the tide'll go -crazy Instead of think of it, my insignificance became my comic relief - Look at all the things I invest my time in, forgotten in weeks thats real as hell....DOPE this is tight!...wordplay, flow, realness all in here no doubt HoLLa |
06-26-2014, 05:47 PM | #5 |
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Upsy daisy
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06-28-2014, 03:23 PM | #6 |
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This was DOPE! This piece was laced with great multis and flow. Plus the imagery was great aswell. I like this a lot. This could be an audio track. nice work
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06-28-2014, 05:17 PM | #7 |
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My poetry is home for me, my prose is haunted
Both are contras. Fighting to steal purpose from each broken promise Cloaked as offices, monotonous social dogmas That confuse the meaning of being hopeless and modest I've never been the best, smartest or most accomplished But these words are my only window to be open and honest ^^ feeling it. very nice |
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