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Unraveled
In the depths of my mind, a tempest stirs, Thoughts swirling, emotions unfurled. A labyrinth of words, a storm of rhyme, I weave my verses, one line at a time. Like a maestro, I conduct the symphony of prose, With each stanza, a story unfolds and grows. Bold and audacious, my words take flight, Igniting…
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Comeback
It’s been some time since my last keystroke, I hope I don’t choke on the word-vomit that my thoughts provoke. So yoke the throat of my utensil and you’ll see how my heart spills out the tip of my pencil. It’s suspenseful and will drive you hysterical when my ideas spit onto your theory’s material,…
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Bold
It’s a new year n a new me and fear is no longer my enemy I’m stronger and bolder, like Tyson vs Frazier, dropping the hate 1st Round Then snatching your paper! Best watch out n check how I’ll collect clout ‘Cause I’m coming out pointing both barrels, Putting hate in it’s place, then kicking…
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Live and Let Live
My life is like a quarry, where what’s valuable is dug deep, underneath this thick crust-skin Those who dare mine the gold in my mind, declare it to be extraordinary Though most seek the jewels & glory of saying they took what’s good from me Like a fool I stoop low for letting another abuse…
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Dependency
The sensation you make me feel when i pull hard on the inhale takes my mind away Thoughts stray and i’m chipper you say but only when under your trance With the burning bush, I push through, but you see a difference in me when you distance yourself from me I’ve noticed that you steal…
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Me vs Me
I will shine bright. For there is no fine for the illuminating light my love will shed with might. So it’s time to take on life, headfirst. Stepping through valleys of hurt to rise and climb mountain-high, prevailing over the wailing cowards that wish to drag you downwards. Each step i take will cover great…
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Performing “Family Bonding” & “Knowledge of Self”
Being thankful at the @_Poets_Underground thanksgiving bonanza
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Knowledge of Self
Evident how inhaling deep drags from rolled zig-zags, helps my mind escape the gulag. So finally this stag gets his chance to nag. I’m Connivingly silent when I lay like a laymen, and this gentleman gentile will lift the ambiance with a smile. I Puff more magic than the Dragon himself. Peep the jargon, as…
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Dissect the Dialect 