"One for the car
One for the house"
West Coast rapper Game
On The R.E.D. Album
You can play it to your guests
and they will enjoy it
and they will sip their tea
and they will talk smalltalk
and they will talk about how smalltalk is plastic
in the most smalltalk possible way.
The very same night i met you, I opened up to you and you opened up for me, haha, don't think those dirty thoughts please. that's not where i'm headed. I appreciate the fact that we both knew that we were only a summers fling and right off the bat we had that connection, but we were both unconnected. except for..pause....out the window no feelings attached. we were both kids, you and i, that matter is a fact. i write this letter to you, in order to thank you for being real so quick, usually you have to knock some walls down and that takes a bit. i'm glad that duty did not have to call and we didn't even need that magical syrup we call.....alcohol
Light the breeze,
to blot out the sun.
Free yourself from bases,
until the urge is done.
All for the fun, to be young on the run.
Liquor all night...................I love it.
Open the blinds of my eyelid,
you'll just grab the cord and shut it.
But ooooh. How I want it.
How I love it.
Loneliness and solitude;
we're together, just two.
Spiral saircase, funnel twister,
I'd say we're a happy plenty of a few.
When it's time to bribe the ferryman,
my offer will be you.
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When i'm gone and it seems like i'm avoiding your calls
and not answering your texts don't think i'm getting busy with some other girl.
sometimes i need to get away from the rest of the world,
a peace of mind, so that when i'm with you i can shine.
if you let me do this, my worries, my doubts all go away..pause
and all i ask for is a few moments throughout the day
where i don't have to constantly reply to your texts
your insecurity is hurting the both of us
and I'm not doing anything wrong,
yet your still getting mad at me
why cling to an assumption?
If i were to cheat on you i'd be straight up with you
and i wouldn't even be with you.
I'm not like that.
And i don't fight back when you yell at me.
so PLEASE.....
just take a breath...
relax and remind yourself that i love you...
i'm yours...
don't worry about a thing.
I wish I was a dog
and I'm certain many other people do
fetching newspapers in the fall
and frisbees when the summer skies are blue
never ever worried no never overwhelmed at all
I wish I was a dog
and I'm sure that many other people would
taken care of by our best friend
in the best way that a best friend ever could
knowing that our happiness mutually depends
But no I'm not a dog
and I'm positive many other people are not
like them I'm overwhelmed and underloved
worried about getting things I haven't got
just feeling pushed, pulled, and shoved
I wish I was a dog
running through the park with the wind in my fur
it's a perfect sunny day ne'er reason to panic
my tongue hanging from a smile as I blur
oh I'm just a dog chasing a ball into traffic
Untitled - Amory McKeever (IcecreamMan80) 3/31/12
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“Thus strangely are our souls constructed, and by slight ligaments
are we bound to prosperity and ruin.”
― Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
There is a strange sadness
which arises from reading
reading is the transfer of
the human experience
all that lives and is known
to the eye and the mind
lives in simple writing
why then such sorrow?
is it not joyous
to experience outside yourself?
the Buddhists and Hindus
are too depressive a people
in their bleak outlooks
that all life is suffering
life is beautiful, not pain
but why then are all
great works of literature
sad?
Stylistically androgenously,
Crispity crunchy peant buttery
reality tourney.
Sternly looking at the rookie,
knight to E4, five twelve six two for to the bookie.
The leviathan, I see it.
It sees me, I can't beat it.
The only way I'm going to survive is because he can't swallow me.
There's no shoehorn.
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My Dog Chase Experience Before Watching 'The Hunger Games' With Maureen
Maureen agreed to meet at 5:30 PM
at the mall, so we could watch The Hunger Games
--A film I had already seen once,
but I knew that watching it again,
especially with a girl as lovely as her,
would make the 2nd time more unforgettable
4:45 PM- Dogs were meant to be leashed in Filipino streets,
but rules around my neighborhood were easily broken
On my way to the mall not so far from home,
a wandering dog saw me walked past his owner's house
Approaching me, he growled, barked and barked
My fear of canines told me what to do --"Run!"
Swiftly I sprinted as fast as Katniss Everdeen ran
from the roaring flames of The Hunger Games
Not looking back, I could sense that the dog
was close to biting me, so with my leather shoes,
I kept running...
Running until I lost balance and fell to the floor,
the force breaking my Fossil wristwatch,
wounding my left forearm and waist,
leaving dirt on my Mockingjay shirt
as I moaned in pain and cried for help
A tattooed man shouted, "Shoo, dog! Shoo!"
Pulling me up from the ground, he asked, "You okay?" I would have been okay if you kept an eye on your dog, I thought,
but I just nodded as I picked my Fossil,
hoping that he would pay for its repair,
but I didn't care much about it;
I was more concerned about my date Am I going to be late? How could I?
It's still 4:45 PM on my watch!
5:10 PM- Back home, my maid
treated my wounds with ointments and soap
(This reminds me of how Katniss treated her burns)
She told me to rest, but no way I was going to cancel
my meeting with Maureen. These injuries won't stop me!
So I took an aspirin and ran away from my district,
because I was hungry for her,
so may the odds be in my favor
5:45 PM- With her white nurse uniform over her petite figure,
she met me outside the theater,
and I smiled to conceal the pain within
I took an arrow to the knee,
but as long as it's an arrow shot by Cupid, I'm free!
"Happy Hunger Games!!!"
"One for the car
One for the house"
West Coast rapper Game
On The R.E.D. Album
You can play it to your guests
and they will enjoy it
and they will sip their tea
and they will talk smalltalk
and they will talk about how smalltalk is plastic
in the most smalltalk possible way.
Draft it on Cubetutor!
A refreshing foil,
To the sweltering summer in which we toil;
A coiled up serpent
To our strung out lives;
A charred, barren glade
To our overgrown minds.
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A Fireball to my surprise
Zero to one the score
ebb and flow
immaterial love
break down our barriers
like every seacliff
into the sand
Light the breeze,
to blot out the sun.
Free yourself from bases,
until the urge is done.
All for the fun, to be young on the run.
Liquor all night...................I love it.
Open the blinds of my eyelid,
you'll just grab the cord and shut it.
But ooooh. How I want it.
How I love it.
Loneliness and solitude;
we're together, just two.
Spiral saircase, funnel twister,
I'd say we're a happy plenty of a few.
When it's time to bribe the ferryman,
my offer will be you.
The motor starts,
Like bricks falling.
It stops.
The driver turns the key again
this time harder,
as if it does anything.
But he manages it
bricks fall, but rise back up to fall again.
The chain moves to the wrecking ball.
And it swings
To, fro, with more rythym
Than a dancer
Bricks fall
to fall again.
Maybe we'll get it right one day.
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gripping my skull
like politicians
I wish to slough them off
prison bars
guarding immortality
Dull pounding at the base of my skull
the blighted drummer
of indoctrination
Lie naked on nature's cold, glass table
art does not exist
without sacrilege
How does that **** feel?
"Like a bone! Like a bone!"
Skin the chicken bones, Nelly!
Whoa Nelly!
How tastes those bones?
"Tastes like olive oil!"
Suck the bones!
Whoa, Nelly!
http://www.ilike.com/artist/oro_oro_oro
When i'm gone and it seems like i'm avoiding your calls
and not answering your texts don't think i'm getting busy with some other girl.
sometimes i need to get away from the rest of the world,
a peace of mind, so that when i'm with you i can shine.
if you let me do this, my worries, my doubts all go away..pause
and all i ask for is a few moments throughout the day
where i don't have to constantly reply to your texts
your insecurity is hurting the both of us
and I'm not doing anything wrong,
yet your still getting mad at me
why cling to an assumption?
If i were to cheat on you i'd be straight up with you
and i wouldn't even be with you.
I'm not like that.
And i don't fight back when you yell at me.
so PLEASE.....
just take a breath...
relax and remind yourself that i love you...
i'm yours...
don't worry about a thing.
and I'm certain many other people do
fetching newspapers in the fall
and frisbees when the summer skies are blue
never ever worried no never overwhelmed at all
I wish I was a dog
and I'm sure that many other people would
taken care of by our best friend
in the best way that a best friend ever could
knowing that our happiness mutually depends
But no I'm not a dog
and I'm positive many other people are not
like them I'm overwhelmed and underloved
worried about getting things I haven't got
just feeling pushed, pulled, and shoved
I wish I was a dog
running through the park with the wind in my fur
it's a perfect sunny day ne'er reason to panic
my tongue hanging from a smile as I blur
oh I'm just a dog chasing a ball into traffic
Untitled - Amory McKeever (IcecreamMan80) 3/31/12
Thanks to Xenphire @ Inkfox for the amazing new sig
“Thus strangely are our souls constructed, and by slight ligaments
are we bound to prosperity and ruin.”
― Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
surely thinks the slowest
So laugh long and late;
as all
the world
dies.
Join the Poetry Running Contest!
which arises from reading
reading is the transfer of
the human experience
all that lives and is known
to the eye and the mind
lives in simple writing
why then such sorrow?
is it not joyous
to experience outside yourself?
the Buddhists and Hindus
are too depressive a people
in their bleak outlooks
that all life is suffering
life is beautiful, not pain
but why then are all
great works of literature
sad?
Stylistically androgenously,
Crispity crunchy peant buttery
reality tourney.
Sternly looking at the rookie,
knight to E4, five twelve six two for to the bookie.
The leviathan, I see it.
It sees me, I can't beat it.
The only way I'm going to survive is because he can't swallow me.
There's no shoehorn.
Maureen agreed to meet at 5:30 PM
at the mall, so we could watch The Hunger Games
--A film I had already seen once,
but I knew that watching it again,
especially with a girl as lovely as her,
would make the 2nd time more unforgettable
4:45 PM- Dogs were meant to be leashed in Filipino streets,
but rules around my neighborhood were easily broken
On my way to the mall not so far from home,
a wandering dog saw me walked past his owner's house
Approaching me, he growled, barked and barked
My fear of canines told me what to do --"Run!"
Swiftly I sprinted as fast as Katniss Everdeen ran
from the roaring flames of The Hunger Games
Not looking back, I could sense that the dog
was close to biting me, so with my leather shoes,
I kept running...
Running until I lost balance and fell to the floor,
the force breaking my Fossil wristwatch,
wounding my left forearm and waist,
leaving dirt on my Mockingjay shirt
as I moaned in pain and cried for help
A tattooed man shouted, "Shoo, dog! Shoo!"
Pulling me up from the ground, he asked, "You okay?"
I would have been okay if you kept an eye on your dog, I thought,
but I just nodded as I picked my Fossil,
hoping that he would pay for its repair,
but I didn't care much about it;
I was more concerned about my date
Am I going to be late? How could I?
It's still 4:45 PM on my watch!
5:10 PM- Back home, my maid
treated my wounds with ointments and soap
(This reminds me of how Katniss treated her burns)
She told me to rest, but no way I was going to cancel
my meeting with Maureen. These injuries won't stop me!
So I took an aspirin and ran away from my district,
because I was hungry for her,
so may the odds be in my favor
5:45 PM- With her white nurse uniform over her petite figure,
she met me outside the theater,
and I smiled to conceal the pain within
I took an arrow to the knee,
but as long as it's an arrow shot by Cupid, I'm free!
"Happy Hunger Games!!!"
(C) Hyper Jake (2012)- Like my Facebook page
And how it breaks the moon
Why ruin a darkness so brilliant;
With a misdeed so bright?
The point of life is emotion!
The Love and the Anger and the Sorrows and Joys-
So why can't we just embrace
The perfect Fear that night deploys?
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Their hearts and all their jollity
Lazily floats with the mirth
Their joy was such
But they took flight
Far away in distant lands
Out of nowhere I chase a dream
It flickers under my nose
I don't know if it's real or not.
When indifference grew in me
No tear I wept
And like an angel
You came for me
Driving sadness away
Smiling like an harlequin
In the best of moments
Spending hours is a pleasure
You're my present
my life's treasure
How could I ever abandon you?
When all my hopes are for you
All my dreams are to grow up
Together, a new purpose
Springing up in my heart
I can't let this escape.
special thanks to sentimentgx4 for the sig
Pourquoi?
The blank lines are beckoning
Tease my intellect with the incomplete.
But as the words begin collecting
I tear down the sheet.
The wrong words come bounding forward
My mind so full of emotion.
And as the end comes toward
I hate the product of my devotion.
White space fills with strange rhymes
As I toil for hours in vain.
While ever below abide blank lines
Once promising words now struggle to remain.
The night flows by uncaring
Words fighting to achieve connection.
When suddenly I am left staring
The poem; it is perfection.
Millionaires, I hear it's good Music (Disclaimer: lyrics not PG-13) Thanks, CC