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Re: Lets Get Bloody With Rhymed Poems by firestar(f): 7:18pm On Nov 15, 2015 |
I had red hands last night. .. Cut palms extracting shards Grievous Twasn't so before the peels Before the wet curtain ...Before the work of the day ...Before travels from the nest Before Selfies of Fam Before sleeping off a flu Before joyful shouts of: Welcome Uncle! Before realization ... Stay away from me For my fingers extract Shards... From the water spring *Squelch* *Clatter* I have got to remove everything. ... Please... please pass the ointment That it may heal... Can it scab before dawn? It hurts too much Numb it completely I don't want to feel ... My face is flushed with burgurd Eyes are puffy I can't go to work like this! The world would see The keen may sight red: On the bridge On the crow's feet In unsteady breaths Ice on the blinds Water for the spring The land is parched The birds won't sing The moon has set With the land provoked Lightning and Fire Will be met 5 Likes 3 Shares |
Re: Lets Get Bloody With Rhymed Poems by timpaker(m): 7:37pm On Nov 15, 2015 |
firestar: And here she is... She doesn't disappoints. |
Re: Lets Get Bloody With Rhymed Poems by joseph1832(m): 7:48pm On Nov 15, 2015 |
timpaker:Em I though I'm the one who usually doesn't disappoint Mr Tim? 1 Like |
Re: Lets Get Bloody With Rhymed Poems by timpaker(m): 8:17pm On Nov 15, 2015 |
The Bully I'm caught up By this thug, A bully from down to top, His affront, my bug And my meekness he flogged. Alone he and alone I, At the street of torment. Fear I breath as I walk by To face the Satan of the moment, In a bloody sunset. He brought out his knife As sharp as a Croc teeth, He threatened to steal my life By having my arm slit He missed and so beget my seethe. We fought like girls Before I stole his blade, He screamed like a girl When his attempt failed. But that was the last sound he made. I slit his throat And washed my face With his blood So as to see his death clearer, He tongued out like a goat With his life on a race To see his God, And the devil his maker. I peeled his skin And made a flute with his bone For the beast in me Is one whose heart is made of stone... In him I sounded a warning in fearless tone. 2 Likes 1 Share |
Re: Lets Get Bloody With Rhymed Poems by timpaker(m): 8:20pm On Nov 15, 2015 |
Re: Lets Get Bloody With Rhymed Poems by joseph1832(m): 8:26pm On Nov 15, 2015 |
timpaker:LOL! So you sef get sweet mouth? LMAO. |
Re: Lets Get Bloody With Rhymed Poems by joseph1832(m): 8:56pm On Nov 15, 2015 |
UNCHECKED EMOTIONS Rage Pain Anger Chaos All became my alley When my strength flay. Confusion Distortion Adjection Abomination All seem intense Because my rage Isn't a pretense. Beat Maim Lynch Kill All scream at me when My RAGE became my greatest Strength. Abhor Devour Carnivore Ogre Their stinking carcass After knifing it to shreds And feeding it to the lions. |
Re: Lets Get Bloody With Rhymed Poems by april4mee(m): 6:24am On Nov 22, 2015 |
this ain't bloody but its about vexation of the low class lamentation of a proletariat... an unfolding satire. loaded to the brim yet boxed in a pack of "observer- non-participants" folded like a wrap yet forced to lack in the ranks of server- run-anticipants dare to pass a comment and ... a knife to your jugular! they claim to pass yet your life was the formulae! all work and no play work work work and no pay take home pay? no way! oh! how they dread pay- day! Bourgeoisies, yes! they ply oversea their remnants, ..our works, they oversee we build the roads yet cant possess the cars that ply same. decyphering the codes.. the confessors, the liars - we been long in this game. suffering yet been forced to smile -"all is well"- MY FOOT! oh! my root! my precedence.... their loot....my antecedence! they brute, they rule-when they hoot!...we mute. we been stripped of our patience-robbed of our conscience we've been hit, smite, spite, .....despite we still fit they've been well breed, well fed, yet still got a lot to mend. even when we miss, they don't give a shit! though we do the roughs, their signatures they append. oh! this road i ply puts food on my table, shows me the bills and .... i babble yes! it puts coins in my pocket it still girds my loins with debts a mega-quartet "heads will roll" ....let mine not be included! lest my judgement become beclouded i have been spent, febble is my might and ...last time i checked, ain't no other option in sight. the unfortunate me i found myself in. we seem to be timed up! but i know we will triumph! ...lamentations of a prolaterate! |
Re: Lets Get Bloody With Rhymed Poems by april4mee(m): 6:26am On Nov 22, 2015 |
this ain't bloody but its about vexation of the low class lamentation of a proletariat... an unfolding satire. loaded to the brim yet boxed in a pack of "observer- non-participants" folded like a wrap yet forced to lack in the ranks of server- run-anticipants dare to pass a comment and ... a knife to your jugular! they claim to pass yet your life was the formulae! all work and no play work work work and no pay take home pay? no way! oh! how they dread pay- day! Bourgeoisies, yes! they ply oversea their remnants, ..our works, they oversee we build the roads yet cant possess the cars that ply same. decyphering the codes.. the confessors, the liars - we been long in this game. suffering yet been forced to smile -"all is well"- MY FOOT! oh! my root! my precedence.... their loot....my antecedence! they brute, they rule-when they hoot!...we mute. we been stripped of our patience-robbed of our conscience we've been hit, smite, spite, .....despite we still fit they've been well breed, well fed, yet still got a lot to mend. even when we miss, they don't give a shit! though we do the roughs, their signatures they append. oh! this road i ply puts food on my table, shows me the bills and .... i babble yes! it puts coins in my pocket it still girds my loins with debts a mega-quartet "heads will roll" ....let mine not be included! lest my judgement become beclouded i have been spent, febble is my might and ...last time i checked, ain't no other option in sight. the unfortunate me i found myself in. we seem to be timed up! but i know we will triumph! ...lamentations of a prolaterate! |
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