harmonik
09-14-2009, 01:14 PM
A needle which pulls not a string
clearly connects not a thing
It creates holes which meet,
like old friends they greet
your arms 'til they look like the sky
And push you do soft, with your thumb
The gradient of blood does become
your dinner for one, red like summer sun,
enlightened: the sum of your journey
Wretched muscles who play twitch and bite,
deem me sole guard of the night
The toilet: the treasure, the vomit I measure
comes birthed from my stomach; delight
Neither prose nor emotion explain
the joy of my substance obtained,
hedonistic pleasure and nihilistic treasure;
the me and the now are what's great.
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The rag black as night, covered in crowded marks-
the sign of a craving complete.
Some are turquoise bathed in yellow,
and rarely a peach can be seen.
She calls my name like the finest lover,
vowels being intricate. Consonants - discrete.
I'm sure you cannot find another,
a one man race not even he can complete.
Yet one can hardly describe the relationship held
It is quite unlike the moth consuming flame
for after each time I feel that I'm through
her voice shatters silence and drags me again
But I can resist, honest!
Though, I don't want to try.
For what good does work in life do
when even kings are destined to die?
Call me selfish for the reasons above,
or emotional for ones below.
But who are you to act a judge when I've chosen
to cherish this undertow?
This storm of me is a setting sun,
where each clap of thunder acts as metronome
being hand in hand with each shallow breath -
recognized asystolic but simply at home.
------------------------------------------------------
my buddy challenged me to write a rap sometime, saying i only knew how to do poetry, so i did it..
the tiny white pills produce many white lies
such as the simple thought that i'm gonna be just fine
i break it up real careful and then proceed to draw a line
'n add a little water, yeah, i really start to shine
shove it in the arm 'n it softly tickles spine
take that bad boy out, n the pleasure's alllll mine
I can't stand failing myself and all my friends,
dagger glares from loved ones means they saw 'em again
the little purple lines and scars tracing all my veins
the obvious reminders of the place where i reign
it seems like awkward looks remain when they view my arm terrain
i thought family'd accept me, even if i turned insane
this junkied ass tomb remains my burden so i hate fate
I play to gain 'n milking cash has always been e-zay
withdrawalin with sweat all drippin down my nutsack
when that monkey's on my back--bad news, i attack
thrash on 3 of you fools if i got enough time for that
you won't be back, one way ticket, no need to pack
stuck gaspin where blood, clothes, cash, and flesh be stacked
it's a heartbeat you lack on a nasty pavement black and cracked
two feet from where your homie's last breath be at
bet you didn't see that- your very last sight? rats and trash
pale n passing out as they pace about your crippled ass
i'm tired of always having this dependency bullshit
think about 24/7 and i really can't quit it
a fiend since birth 'n you know i always want it
proud of my lifestyle so i fucking flaunt it
i got a single reservation with extended weekend stay
so i'm using any tactic i can find to trap my prey
even if i bite the bullet and end up sober the next day
i drove up to detroit for some easy fun last week
the drugs be the fun and, well, the fun's what i seek
my man's name is Low-key, he hello me then he broke me
was surely fuckin worth it cuz it wasn't even my TV
i copped a ball of tan and the usual bonus freebie
the shit was fuckin' fire and the fire's fourth degree
i swear i could be stranded and thirsty on an island
eating shit sandwiches for lunch smilin high-minded
with bags of dope in back, there ain't no way to lose it
dope is all i need to stay alive so i choose it
dump it out slow and the chunks all start to blend in
in the can of tin with the cottonball i've been skimming
i'm safely pinned in on a world thats keeps on spinning
the police watch me close and i find they're always grinnin
best believe i'm winnin, that's my mindstate when i fix shit
i pull back the plunger making way for the thick shit
the situations whack but my habit's safe and tact
crimson fills the barrel 'n sobriety gets pushed to the back
gets smacked up and cracked like it was brawlin', urban combat
the first rush is blissful but my body adapts to that stat
do two more but i really want four for me to nod back
stumbling thru the alleys with my Cincinnati red's hat
a couple of stamps tucked up safely under my nutsack
'cause it's true, withdrawals are worse than getting fucked by
a crusty dick the size of that whale shamu, who knew?
------------------------------------------------------
Any feedback would be nice! :)
clearly connects not a thing
It creates holes which meet,
like old friends they greet
your arms 'til they look like the sky
And push you do soft, with your thumb
The gradient of blood does become
your dinner for one, red like summer sun,
enlightened: the sum of your journey
Wretched muscles who play twitch and bite,
deem me sole guard of the night
The toilet: the treasure, the vomit I measure
comes birthed from my stomach; delight
Neither prose nor emotion explain
the joy of my substance obtained,
hedonistic pleasure and nihilistic treasure;
the me and the now are what's great.
------------------------------------------------------
The rag black as night, covered in crowded marks-
the sign of a craving complete.
Some are turquoise bathed in yellow,
and rarely a peach can be seen.
She calls my name like the finest lover,
vowels being intricate. Consonants - discrete.
I'm sure you cannot find another,
a one man race not even he can complete.
Yet one can hardly describe the relationship held
It is quite unlike the moth consuming flame
for after each time I feel that I'm through
her voice shatters silence and drags me again
But I can resist, honest!
Though, I don't want to try.
For what good does work in life do
when even kings are destined to die?
Call me selfish for the reasons above,
or emotional for ones below.
But who are you to act a judge when I've chosen
to cherish this undertow?
This storm of me is a setting sun,
where each clap of thunder acts as metronome
being hand in hand with each shallow breath -
recognized asystolic but simply at home.
------------------------------------------------------
my buddy challenged me to write a rap sometime, saying i only knew how to do poetry, so i did it..
the tiny white pills produce many white lies
such as the simple thought that i'm gonna be just fine
i break it up real careful and then proceed to draw a line
'n add a little water, yeah, i really start to shine
shove it in the arm 'n it softly tickles spine
take that bad boy out, n the pleasure's alllll mine
I can't stand failing myself and all my friends,
dagger glares from loved ones means they saw 'em again
the little purple lines and scars tracing all my veins
the obvious reminders of the place where i reign
it seems like awkward looks remain when they view my arm terrain
i thought family'd accept me, even if i turned insane
this junkied ass tomb remains my burden so i hate fate
I play to gain 'n milking cash has always been e-zay
withdrawalin with sweat all drippin down my nutsack
when that monkey's on my back--bad news, i attack
thrash on 3 of you fools if i got enough time for that
you won't be back, one way ticket, no need to pack
stuck gaspin where blood, clothes, cash, and flesh be stacked
it's a heartbeat you lack on a nasty pavement black and cracked
two feet from where your homie's last breath be at
bet you didn't see that- your very last sight? rats and trash
pale n passing out as they pace about your crippled ass
i'm tired of always having this dependency bullshit
think about 24/7 and i really can't quit it
a fiend since birth 'n you know i always want it
proud of my lifestyle so i fucking flaunt it
i got a single reservation with extended weekend stay
so i'm using any tactic i can find to trap my prey
even if i bite the bullet and end up sober the next day
i drove up to detroit for some easy fun last week
the drugs be the fun and, well, the fun's what i seek
my man's name is Low-key, he hello me then he broke me
was surely fuckin worth it cuz it wasn't even my TV
i copped a ball of tan and the usual bonus freebie
the shit was fuckin' fire and the fire's fourth degree
i swear i could be stranded and thirsty on an island
eating shit sandwiches for lunch smilin high-minded
with bags of dope in back, there ain't no way to lose it
dope is all i need to stay alive so i choose it
dump it out slow and the chunks all start to blend in
in the can of tin with the cottonball i've been skimming
i'm safely pinned in on a world thats keeps on spinning
the police watch me close and i find they're always grinnin
best believe i'm winnin, that's my mindstate when i fix shit
i pull back the plunger making way for the thick shit
the situations whack but my habit's safe and tact
crimson fills the barrel 'n sobriety gets pushed to the back
gets smacked up and cracked like it was brawlin', urban combat
the first rush is blissful but my body adapts to that stat
do two more but i really want four for me to nod back
stumbling thru the alleys with my Cincinnati red's hat
a couple of stamps tucked up safely under my nutsack
'cause it's true, withdrawals are worse than getting fucked by
a crusty dick the size of that whale shamu, who knew?
------------------------------------------------------
Any feedback would be nice! :)