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Let's Get Away
LET'S ESCAPE, get away just hit the road, LET'S GO, Clear our heads for a while, see different places, I've never been on a PLANE I'M ALREADY EXCITED.
Crystal KorpanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBare
To what do we owe this day? Blind water, feel it snapping. Floorboards of muscle, Red, ripe, cooling flesh. Tight ambition.
Liam AnthonyPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Struggle Is Real
The struggle is definitely real.... Working extra hard and not getting anywhere has me not knowing how to feel.... Complete strangers don't hesitate to stare with true disgust.... This atmosphere makes me walk around wondering who I can and cannot trust.... You have to be careful when living out here in the street.... You never know who you can cross paths with or who you can meet.... You see the devil comes at you in every color, shape, and size.... You better choose wisely on which vessel you decide to despise!
Charles ZitzowPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Song
I heard a song today I’d never heard before A symphony that ‘peared to me Like new grass on the plain I heard a song just yesterday; of this I’m raptly sure
Daniel ColePublished 7 years ago in PoetsMOMENTSINTIME
…capturing momentsintime just like me and you and them be gone soon in a wink of an eye in the flick of the switch dayintonight
Owen ParduePublished 7 years ago in PoetsIn the Blink of an Eye There Shall Be Those Who Seek Guidance
Clay feet gain no ground The untrained eye desecrates the deific Consciousness poured into the cistern Sifted and shaken and rolled together
Daniel ColePublished 7 years ago in PoetsAs a Dane
I was born and raised in the haze they tend to proclaim the happiest nation of them all. Which should be reflected in my smile
Cecilie BirkshøjPublished 7 years ago in PoetsAmbrosia (Food For The Gods MTB Pt.8)
Safe to say they can't mess with the lexicon of the boy from Lexington, My weapon drawn a paper mate, the ink joy is refreshing, As a veteran I'm separated from those who think they're like, as or better than, Cause the metaphors I record, I'm evolved, you can't stand next to him, My vanguard with these stanzas and damn bars is something of excellence, Cause a lot these rappers bug me spreading their pestilence, If you're not god, don't say you're a perfectionist, Cause you don't know what perfection is, Me, I'm a self created killing machine that's solid still after all that he's seen, Not to mention this berzerker rage where I'm high then low 'gin, I'm weapon-X, I'm just ill with the schemes being this microphone fiend and deadly threat, You wanna be charted how you write a melody fresh, I rather my rank stated at hearing the words did you hear what the fuck he said, In the future I'll eat food with the Gods, that's ambrosia for heads, If that line was Greek and went over heads, you should do your googles yes