Fan fiction depiction of easy livin',
pill flippin and whippin',
found myself on the floor of my kitchen,
wishin',
"If I could grab hold and maintain myself,
keep whole,
I'd probably feel a little better,
probably feel much more full."
But if I wanna pay that price, it shouldn't be put on ice.
Better be charbroiled right there and cut with a sharp knife.
Killed my steak and cooked it too,
wandered in and out and through,
hallow minded selfish rules to decide weather I wanted to,
follow the mellow dramatic shallow streets littered with potholes,
grinding on the daily just to drive myself crazy, and I don't even pop dros.
My thoughts get kinda hazy when I'm feeling the light bulbs,
resonate their heat into my aspirations and goals.
Well, I met a decent fella at a house party,
he told me nothing at all but I was smitten to say the least.
No fleece, just cotton on the shoulder blades,
holding cups and saying names,
passing pieces left and right to smile when they see the tame,
awesome nature of this funky colored hurricane.
Place faith in his face,
hold hearts you tend not to break or mistake for a knock off or fake,
deliberate and consider the fact you said it straight,
to the kindest of smiles,
the sweetest mouth you'll ever taste.
Replaced a metaphor with real talk,
felt the heart race a bit and quickly stop.
Wondered why these things in my brain tend to make no sense,
and then I find myself relaxing on the otherside of the fence, thinking,
"Damn, I'm happy,
got no money,
not driven a caddy,
my place is shabby,
but I'll still call it home.
Got hit by the bullet but dodged all other obstacles.
One penny is enough for me I feel relaxed, enjoying a popsicle."
Spread love through effortless smiles and conversation.
Contemplate the fact that we all create the nation.
Quit playin',
you know you wanna get down with what I'm sayin'.
Swiftly slaying, the bitter faced attitudes without triple D boobs and Harley Quinn tattoos,
just here to better that mood.
Let's just smile and take a minute to appreciate, a moment spent with a mate.
A temporary comrade to halt the self debate.
---
I should keep with this slithering snake tongue I've been witholdin'.
The sober minded mistress found herself a smoky couldron.
Magic potion, yeah I'm feelin' the motion of filling a glass of health and hope rum.
---
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
Post Ti-Fuckkkk it.
Fish eyes wrapped like a worm around a hook,
shook, or maybe shaken is the word.
Really taken by your smile, but maybe that's just sounds absurd.
Word, catch you sometime,
a couple thousand rhymes later.
Debate weather or not you wanna maintain the translator.
Protest what made you faker,
the things that make or break her.
If you have a golden dollar you could probably repay their empty hands that went a long way to make sure they won't starve before they wake-
Sir, it's easy to mistake the verbal way I meditate,
but don't debate the steady rate my sanity starts to levitate.
Get it straight,
I'm on that fucken silly shit of the highest rate.
Baited like a fish in shallow water,
what you got to say?
I'm just some dudes middle daughter.
I can wander all I want but there's an apocalypse here to slaughter,
every single person here,
motherfuckers don't play fair.
Crooked smiles tend to switch back and forth between a cold stare,
no reason to feel uneasy,
we were just chillen to something breezy.
sipping wine listening to some Jay Z.
Play me?
It's alright, I'll act a fool for you.
Just give me a drink or too,
play some smooth tunes to set the mood.
Strike one,
man, that was something that shouldn't be put out there.
But judging by the smile you won the fucking dare.
Ensnared by the substances but you reply "It's just tangles."
Yeah tangles,
that strangle you till you're mangled.
Even blind eyes can see your pain though.
I'm sorry,
that was wild.
You're just some corny gentle child.
Trying to do you and make miles in some shoes,
it takes a while.
Props to you for taking that and making it worth while.
Smiles,
smiling,
everyone's so fucking happy.
It makes me wanna cry to see the people that love me enjoying what they deserve and feeling lucky.
Trust me,
to feel low at shouldn't be an option,
and to see people you know, simple holding tight on their hope.
Saying "Fuck it, liberation, I'm not getting tied by the rope."
Soap opera feelings.
Constant complicated dealings,
making simple sword wielding an art,
just taken my heart from off my sleeve,
tear it apart and leave it in as an abstract sign of peace.
Please,
blame it on the vees but I feel a little more free.
----
Feeling addicted to breathing,
for once seized the seething,
the bleeding wounds were subsiding,
the scabs were starting the binding.
Rewinding the damage rather timely.
Blimey, where have I been fucking lost at sea,
in my own head in my imagination, gee.
----
shook, or maybe shaken is the word.
Really taken by your smile, but maybe that's just sounds absurd.
Word, catch you sometime,
a couple thousand rhymes later.
Debate weather or not you wanna maintain the translator.
Protest what made you faker,
the things that make or break her.
If you have a golden dollar you could probably repay their empty hands that went a long way to make sure they won't starve before they wake-
Sir, it's easy to mistake the verbal way I meditate,
but don't debate the steady rate my sanity starts to levitate.
Get it straight,
I'm on that fucken silly shit of the highest rate.
Baited like a fish in shallow water,
what you got to say?
I'm just some dudes middle daughter.
I can wander all I want but there's an apocalypse here to slaughter,
every single person here,
motherfuckers don't play fair.
Crooked smiles tend to switch back and forth between a cold stare,
no reason to feel uneasy,
we were just chillen to something breezy.
sipping wine listening to some Jay Z.
Play me?
It's alright, I'll act a fool for you.
Just give me a drink or too,
play some smooth tunes to set the mood.
Strike one,
man, that was something that shouldn't be put out there.
But judging by the smile you won the fucking dare.
Ensnared by the substances but you reply "It's just tangles."
Yeah tangles,
that strangle you till you're mangled.
Even blind eyes can see your pain though.
I'm sorry,
that was wild.
You're just some corny gentle child.
Trying to do you and make miles in some shoes,
it takes a while.
Props to you for taking that and making it worth while.
Smiles,
smiling,
everyone's so fucking happy.
It makes me wanna cry to see the people that love me enjoying what they deserve and feeling lucky.
Trust me,
to feel low at shouldn't be an option,
and to see people you know, simple holding tight on their hope.
Saying "Fuck it, liberation, I'm not getting tied by the rope."
Soap opera feelings.
Constant complicated dealings,
making simple sword wielding an art,
just taken my heart from off my sleeve,
tear it apart and leave it in as an abstract sign of peace.
Please,
blame it on the vees but I feel a little more free.
----
Feeling addicted to breathing,
for once seized the seething,
the bleeding wounds were subsiding,
the scabs were starting the binding.
Rewinding the damage rather timely.
Blimey, where have I been fucking lost at sea,
in my own head in my imagination, gee.
----
Sunday, May 12, 2013
Come on and dance with me pretty sweet fool. I wanna be your toy.
"Don't take me tongue tied. Don't kiss me goodnight"
Voices swarming, controlling, informing.
'Hey girl, you're mourning, a person worth forming,
Some sort of permanent holding to keep the souls from touring.'
Great story, wanna hear it again?
Another vivid smile meant to fuck you with a pen.
Come here, take me.
No, wait, save me.
Better yet delay thee option to tame me.
I'm not worth the maybe,
And you don't deserve the kind of person I've been lately.
Perhaps this was fate,
for you to just fly in and decide to forfeit the bait,
forget the very date you stopped and asked for a stick to sedate,
the craving for something that isn't yet on your plate.
Something you can't afford,
Someone you want to adore,
New locks placed on an old door,
To keep the reality secure.
Even if you stop to think that the brink came and went,
You must not understand how time reprimands.
Show of hands,
How many people feel like that was the best of plans?
Two out of three,
Kick dirt in the sand.
----
I wanna dance with the breeze,
Fuck the sun,
Make love to the moon,
Right a little passage revolving all around you.
Put down a hand, just stay
Move your mouth,
I'll give you words to say.
Just sit here and smile.
Just forget and play the game
Stay the same,
Keep your name,
Do whatever keeps you sane.
---
Voices swarming, controlling, informing.
'Hey girl, you're mourning, a person worth forming,
Some sort of permanent holding to keep the souls from touring.'
Great story, wanna hear it again?
Another vivid smile meant to fuck you with a pen.
Come here, take me.
No, wait, save me.
Better yet delay thee option to tame me.
I'm not worth the maybe,
And you don't deserve the kind of person I've been lately.
Perhaps this was fate,
for you to just fly in and decide to forfeit the bait,
forget the very date you stopped and asked for a stick to sedate,
the craving for something that isn't yet on your plate.
Something you can't afford,
Someone you want to adore,
New locks placed on an old door,
To keep the reality secure.
Even if you stop to think that the brink came and went,
You must not understand how time reprimands.
Show of hands,
How many people feel like that was the best of plans?
Two out of three,
Kick dirt in the sand.
----
I wanna dance with the breeze,
Fuck the sun,
Make love to the moon,
Right a little passage revolving all around you.
Put down a hand, just stay
Move your mouth,
I'll give you words to say.
Just sit here and smile.
Just forget and play the game
Stay the same,
Keep your name,
Do whatever keeps you sane.
---
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
Diamonds and Pearls and Rich Greedy Husbands.
The rhythm pitter patter,
thick emotions slathered like soap lather.
Deny the matter,
the last thing you lose is the easiest to shatter.
Why do you choose to distrust?
You afraid of the lust,
that you can' muster up?
Stuck?
Confused at where this is and how we got here.
Came outside the wet dream just to enter a fucking nightmare.
Angry glare.
Barely can force up the strength to care,
so I just sit there quiet and stare.
Hardly fair,
the way you're treating me.
A caged bird with amputated wings,
no desire to sing.
No water to sip,
and nothing but green,
grinning at me from beyond the glass's gleam.
Pulled out my favorite sweater,
but it had loose strings.
It'd throw it out you know,
but it's one of my favorite things.
---
thick emotions slathered like soap lather.
Deny the matter,
the last thing you lose is the easiest to shatter.
Why do you choose to distrust?
You afraid of the lust,
that you can' muster up?
Stuck?
Confused at where this is and how we got here.
Came outside the wet dream just to enter a fucking nightmare.
Angry glare.
Barely can force up the strength to care,
so I just sit there quiet and stare.
Hardly fair,
the way you're treating me.
A caged bird with amputated wings,
no desire to sing.
No water to sip,
and nothing but green,
grinning at me from beyond the glass's gleam.
Pulled out my favorite sweater,
but it had loose strings.
It'd throw it out you know,
but it's one of my favorite things.
---
Boo Who
Confession Etiquette
Withered from the moments in the sun,
left some holy grains in the earth to create a little fun.
Burnt up the moments,
smoked down the puns.
Spent every minute catering to the opponent,
my only one.
Now I'm glittervibe with zombie eyes and stir fried aphrodisiac,
combat the repetition of gaining then losing the things you lack.
Packed tight,
stuck up,
squinted eyes,
hands tucked,
away in that pocket full of gossip that she once mistook for yours but in reality she's the one wearing those colored drawers.
---
Forged a pollen locket for the knowledge.
Seeing how many hands were upon it,
desire burning the eye socket,
fought the desire to fucking rob it,
take the golden emblem for yourself, don't stop it.
Let it consume,
control,
relapse,
enfold,
ensnare you into the coffin that that tends to scare you,
the bed you made to dare to,
lay down and for once, be there too.
---
Withered from the moments in the sun,
left some holy grains in the earth to create a little fun.
Burnt up the moments,
smoked down the puns.
Spent every minute catering to the opponent,
my only one.
Now I'm glittervibe with zombie eyes and stir fried aphrodisiac,
combat the repetition of gaining then losing the things you lack.
Packed tight,
stuck up,
squinted eyes,
hands tucked,
away in that pocket full of gossip that she once mistook for yours but in reality she's the one wearing those colored drawers.
---
Forged a pollen locket for the knowledge.
Seeing how many hands were upon it,
desire burning the eye socket,
fought the desire to fucking rob it,
take the golden emblem for yourself, don't stop it.
Let it consume,
control,
relapse,
enfold,
ensnare you into the coffin that that tends to scare you,
the bed you made to dare to,
lay down and for once, be there too.
---
Thursday, May 2, 2013
MAY FIRST TWO THOUSAND THIRTEEN AT LATE AT NIGHT CAUSE FUCK TIME.
Now,
I'll try to promise not to hold onto this forever,
but love syndrome and stormy weather always make the story better.
Haha,
no, I wasn't trying to be clever.
Because weather or not you realize it,
this is not some punch drunk letter of affection or a,
cry for attention.
I just thought that I should mention, this obvious sexual tension.
This should be considered a type of prevention,
cause both know how the game goes,
it ain't all butterflies and rainbows.
Tight grips on plain bowls, chiefing on that fragrant green, dreaming of gold, shifting into the scenes,
the way we scuff up our favorite memories like they're petty things all for some herbal remedies,
release.
It's some type of...
---
FUCK THIS NOISE!
Holy macaroni,
decorated portrait of a homie,
next to a sewn wreath of, goodness fucking me.
Sorry that was fantasy.
Just trying to provoke insanity.
If you think you're mad at me,
the pack your shit up and leave!
SHIT,
it's been way too long but feels like I've been on this forever.
Been a decent year being two birds of a feather.
Tethered,
weathered beyond recognition.
New car, broken ignition.
Bright star too hard on the vision.
Velcro to linen,
silent yet deadly in the art of winnin'.
Pinning down your panic attack patterns up on the ceilin',
wheelin' and dealin'.
Why did I say it?
Just cause I could.
And if I could've relayed it kindly,
I probably would.
Got all hood on you for a second there.
Sorry everyone,
I just needed a breath of fresh air.
I'll try to promise not to hold onto this forever,
but love syndrome and stormy weather always make the story better.
Haha,
no, I wasn't trying to be clever.
Because weather or not you realize it,
this is not some punch drunk letter of affection or a,
cry for attention.
I just thought that I should mention, this obvious sexual tension.
This should be considered a type of prevention,
cause both know how the game goes,
it ain't all butterflies and rainbows.
Tight grips on plain bowls, chiefing on that fragrant green, dreaming of gold, shifting into the scenes,
the way we scuff up our favorite memories like they're petty things all for some herbal remedies,
release.
It's some type of...
---
FUCK THIS NOISE!
Holy macaroni,
decorated portrait of a homie,
next to a sewn wreath of, goodness fucking me.
Sorry that was fantasy.
Just trying to provoke insanity.
If you think you're mad at me,
the pack your shit up and leave!
SHIT,
it's been way too long but feels like I've been on this forever.
Been a decent year being two birds of a feather.
Tethered,
weathered beyond recognition.
New car, broken ignition.
Bright star too hard on the vision.
Velcro to linen,
silent yet deadly in the art of winnin'.
Pinning down your panic attack patterns up on the ceilin',
wheelin' and dealin'.
Why did I say it?
Just cause I could.
And if I could've relayed it kindly,
I probably would.
Got all hood on you for a second there.
Sorry everyone,
I just needed a breath of fresh air.
I can see you happy in the shadows I despise.
Simmering nail paint saint,
faint on the dainty portions on the plate.
Set up a date with fate,
find myself a year later fingering electrical sockets to masturbate.
Finished off with that doting grin; infinite backspin,
flick the cigarette toward the ash bin.
We make laughs out of misery once we seen who's really laughin'.
Passion,
something we all possess but some of us can't control it.
That moment?
Just an influx of emotional atonement.
Physical component,
fixing the hard drive,
locking your spine,
bringing memories to life, intwined.
Vines are just tangles in mother nature's hair.
And we learn to and swing on the to accomplish any dare.
Pair off and sit squared,
in the middle there was some unidentifiable silverwear.
A spoon to feed you with,
cook up poison for the drip,
a knife to cut and roll the piff,
or a fork to fucking stab you quick.
---
Vibrant green blades of grass tickle the back of your shin,
the sensation vacation lets the memories back in.
Devilish grin,
How's it going? Where you been?
It's been a while since a smile came to tickle my chin.
Double the dose of reality to the vanity,
once spelled it all out hoping one day he'd be proud of me.
But now you see the golden tree, that sprang from the cigarette ashed days that were meant to be.
Existing is enlisting the the likelihood of loving free-ly,
wondering deep-ly,
so bad sometimes you find yourself stumbling,
and not once in my life have I had to revert to mumbling,
but some days are just so fucking amazing it's truly humbling.
So pardon me if my stare is a little distant,
the cinema is premiering our past and I don't want to miss a minute.
Don't make fucking assumptions,
I just wanted to admit it.
The fact the you were a piece cut perfectly to fit inside the person alive and in it.
Or something like that?
--
Torso twist wormhole dramatic empty Virgo.
Er go,
or was it "avoid" the nerve to step on boots,
so acute though.
Gifted with ta smooth tongue and envious attributes.
Scoot, scoot, scoot.
The sunlight is only just starting to fade to grey,
burghandy, deep green,
or was it something else you couldn't yet convey.
Strayed from the cold breeze that gives out weak knees with a silent glimmering gleam of the red from itchy bee stings.
Fangs long enough to infect you through the vocal chords in bed,
make you the living dead,
sing you alarming lullabies,
taking scissors to the strings you tied.
Five minutes ago I felt completely pron to grab the fucking rope and swing across this gaping threshold.
Make gold.
TALLIHOE!
Sedate the feeling of:
"RETALIATE!"
or the feeling of:
"TAKE THE BAIT!"
or like,
"FUCK IT, THIS SHIT IS FATE!"
Blind snakes,
vaped brains slither and instate fear into the tears slipping fast off your face.
Misplaced or just easily mistaken,
for taken moments without a grain of salt.
If only you'd savored the taste,
you wouldn't be to pron to walk up and out of this place.
Trace back the steps,
throw out the old regrets,
prepare yourself to rearrange just to make a new mess.
Decompress the stress from the back of your neck.
No need to take twenty minutes,
ain't got time to get tangled in the spinet.
faint on the dainty portions on the plate.
Set up a date with fate,
find myself a year later fingering electrical sockets to masturbate.
Finished off with that doting grin; infinite backspin,
flick the cigarette toward the ash bin.
We make laughs out of misery once we seen who's really laughin'.
Passion,
something we all possess but some of us can't control it.
That moment?
Just an influx of emotional atonement.
Physical component,
fixing the hard drive,
locking your spine,
bringing memories to life, intwined.
Vines are just tangles in mother nature's hair.
And we learn to and swing on the to accomplish any dare.
Pair off and sit squared,
in the middle there was some unidentifiable silverwear.
A spoon to feed you with,
cook up poison for the drip,
a knife to cut and roll the piff,
or a fork to fucking stab you quick.
---
Vibrant green blades of grass tickle the back of your shin,
the sensation vacation lets the memories back in.
Devilish grin,
How's it going? Where you been?
It's been a while since a smile came to tickle my chin.
Double the dose of reality to the vanity,
once spelled it all out hoping one day he'd be proud of me.
But now you see the golden tree, that sprang from the cigarette ashed days that were meant to be.
Existing is enlisting the the likelihood of loving free-ly,
wondering deep-ly,
so bad sometimes you find yourself stumbling,
and not once in my life have I had to revert to mumbling,
but some days are just so fucking amazing it's truly humbling.
So pardon me if my stare is a little distant,
the cinema is premiering our past and I don't want to miss a minute.
Don't make fucking assumptions,
I just wanted to admit it.
The fact the you were a piece cut perfectly to fit inside the person alive and in it.
Or something like that?
--
Torso twist wormhole dramatic empty Virgo.
Er go,
or was it "avoid" the nerve to step on boots,
so acute though.
Gifted with ta smooth tongue and envious attributes.
Scoot, scoot, scoot.
The sunlight is only just starting to fade to grey,
burghandy, deep green,
or was it something else you couldn't yet convey.
Strayed from the cold breeze that gives out weak knees with a silent glimmering gleam of the red from itchy bee stings.
Fangs long enough to infect you through the vocal chords in bed,
make you the living dead,
sing you alarming lullabies,
taking scissors to the strings you tied.
Five minutes ago I felt completely pron to grab the fucking rope and swing across this gaping threshold.
Make gold.
TALLIHOE!
Sedate the feeling of:
"RETALIATE!"
or the feeling of:
"TAKE THE BAIT!"
or like,
"FUCK IT, THIS SHIT IS FATE!"
Blind snakes,
vaped brains slither and instate fear into the tears slipping fast off your face.
Misplaced or just easily mistaken,
for taken moments without a grain of salt.
If only you'd savored the taste,
you wouldn't be to pron to walk up and out of this place.
Trace back the steps,
throw out the old regrets,
prepare yourself to rearrange just to make a new mess.
Decompress the stress from the back of your neck.
No need to take twenty minutes,
ain't got time to get tangled in the spinet.
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