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Post by pinkie on Feb 4, 2015 9:18:56 GMT -5
Oh the mental confliction poetic addiction such a beautiful tragedy da f*ck am i kidding its inside of me... such a beautiful ...nothing catastrophe
nightmare that blank stare that leaves kids scared
petrified from past lies so many grey skies, failed tries whats real, whats not is love real or a hopeful thought how can we appreciate what weve got after we find all we've sought when we as humans always want more either to satisfy or settle a score walk in and out of every door everynight a different whore
we all play this game our needs the same its kind of a shame but different levels are played some will go, some will stay do we want something real, or just to play truth? whats that how much will we put up to bat some of us are as fake as a plastic rat use us, abuse us pack their shit and hop on the next bus we've lost sight life's a constant fight
and these are whats left of a mind thats spent too much time in the silence of the dark and thoughts just tend to spark remnants on and insomniacs mind leftover on faded time
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krake
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Post by krake on Feb 4, 2015 20:37:03 GMT -5
Yea, sounds right to me. Keep some sleep beautiful. Sorry for all the suck in your life right now.
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Post by Bastet on Feb 22, 2015 3:06:46 GMT -5
So, another member recently put up a video of himself reading a piece Slam style, and it occurs to me this piece is probably DOPE if read aloud. Do you perform your work?
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