A prince becomes a king
as his mother heard her final ting
His brother part of a ring
A.i begins to sign
Here’s the thing
In the din
that plays out all my sin
with parties withe in
credibly hukled(that A.I again)
A dent that should be present
A dick who likes his taters to much
Everyone is dying
but no one seems to not ice
Ice Baby
hit me anytime
Late to every test
Never gave my best
Watch you snuggling down
Like birds in their
Nestle your face in my
Breath not breathe
If you are impotent
Who would de-seed
Bing Google Instant grams
the hand written shaking Bat man words
Is fling just a through desguise
If a a maze is better than good
Zing like thing crinkling
Fantastically floored
Break ing ever ing
Ting
Moment
Light
Bulge like Kal
In Marvelous movie
Did you
C wot I did
The heir was there with his pet hare
Hair
So you agree
This is definitely…..
I've Given Up
I’ve given up on chasing stars,
On mending scars with broken jars.
The weight of dreams too far to reach,
Has stolen words I used to preach.
I’ve given up on morning light,
On battles waged in endless night.
The fires once burned in my chest,
Now smolder, silent, laid to rest.
I’ve given up on hope’s cruel song,
A melody that played too long.
Its promises, a fleeting breeze,
That left me kneeling, weak, diseased.
I’ve given up on looking back,
On counting footprints in the track.
Each step a burden, heavy, gray,
That led me further, led astray.
But even here, within this fall,
Where shadows rise and silence calls,
A whisper stirs, a breath remains—
Perhaps I've given up on pain.
For in the ashes, cold and still,
A seed might sprout, defy the will.
Though I’ve surrendered, broken through,
It seems the world won’t give up too.
@~rhazacq.
“tao ting”
how to say
silently that
silence is the
best
answer
without
break
ing
it
she wrote
that she
confirmed me
meaning her
flight
i knew
because
we con
firmed
each
other
it seems
dinosaur
ages ago
before
the supposed
comet hit
wiping out
exsistance
even while
they were
digesting
suggesting
suddenly so
violently i can't
even breath
while trying to
write this but
i'm a bit of
a survivalist
but my poetry
only exists
because
of her
and
so she
becomes
more then just
a lightning strike
but the rubbing of
wood
against
flesh get
ting a spark
to at least start
a flame
where as
she has not
but i have not
shaved pubicly
(spell check tried
to correct and
suggest that
perhaps i
meant
publicly)
but i'm not
into exposing
myself unless it
is with her poetry
An Asian pilot died in a plane crash
His name, “Sum Ting Wong” he yelled as he splashed
Drank too much water and choked
Practicing the backstroke
Sank to the bottom yelling, “I'm shrinking” in fact
Beat quick This rhymes so sick, its needing nursing
Flow tight off the bat there’s no rehearsing
Challenge me to a battle? bruv I’m the first in,
U shook, I see u rattle from just one verse in
Keep the day job, and tighten up ur purse strings
If there’s cash to be won, it won’t be your wins!
When I leave here I’m taking one of ur tings,
Take her the full 12 rounds until the bell rings
Unless she can’t hold out and throws the towel in
And Ill move on to that friend she brings
U watch us leave and u just left imagining
Of who what why and what might’ve been
U wish the only time u spit is when ur battling
Choke on stage cant stop urself remembering
Nervous holding back instead of diving in
Going down wasting time, start babbling
U choked then too instead of swallowing
Never leading, on a lead always following
U paid in full but boy are u still owing
Think ur a big man ting but u still growing
Pay attention to this lesson that I’m showing
U better swallow it next time u poke ur nose in.
We only see fate to exist, out of the lonely mist, rises the first date, holding so tightly, hearts pounding mightily, kicking up dust shes always a must
POETRY IS OUR NAUTURE N'
STRIDE,(LIFE..) TO LET GO!!
EACH PEN STROKES A UNIQUE
*POWER* VIBRANTLY BLASTED
COULOR: EN~SYNCED WORDS,
JUST DIFFRENTLY EX*
PRESSED..(IMAGINABLE!!)
WE STAND ON FIRMED LAND;
FULL OF LOVE N' NOT HATE;
WE PULE N' LAUGH, BEING
SERIOUS OR JOKE AROUND:
WE'RE EQUALLY ABANDONED,
BUT AGAIN PICKED~UP BY A LOVING
HANDED STRANGER IN
STRENGTH.... AGAINST INK
SPILLED... WHERE WE ARE TRUSTED
IN LOYALTY AND GATHERED
THOUGHTS TO EXPLORE THIS
WORLD WE ONCE DESPIZED; A
MAXIMUM EXPLOSSION OF JOY
N' CHEER, ALL SEEMS SO
CLEAR ON LOVE OF THE SOUP
(*FAM..*) ATMOSPHERE*
UNITED*TING!!! INKS PENNED;
AS ONE...COME JOIN US...
THIS IS A TRIBUTE TO ALL
SOUP (*FAM..*)
WRITEN BY: SWEETHEART
CARMA 06-19-12
INSPIRED BY:
BRITTANY MaD InK CalDwELl;
PACE, G "INK-U-SCRIPT" AND;
MARLON (THE SCRIBE)...
THANK YOU DEAR POETS!!!!
In the Islands day talk like you sing
don't know till ya been dar tiz an Island-ting
take two jig-um-ups tiz coke to fly
gave me shots of rum with coke on the side
smell dim gon-ja blown to day breeze
it be I-ree make day eyes chineese
you'z bee'z lookin like day rasta man
I past out with my face in the sand
I don't know why, I'll let you call it
I woke up 6 hours later without my walllet
so goto day Islands it's fun taz hear dim sings
just don't go do-zin dim wrong Island-tings
by Capt. Mike
ps yaz knows dim crabs bee'z taken yaz wallet Cap-pin Mikes
Yes mon but you stick around and hears another story if yaz likes
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