Quote from kpacaCollegiate
The truth remains,
forced to strip.
Beauty hides behind
the truth remaining,
Quote from kpacaAK-47 (a tribute to a banned member)
Am I a man?
Or a myth?
Or maybe a child, fallen from a cliff?
My constant views of desperate shadows,
my bile bubbling dark green through my lips.
I have no recourse from my minds wretched gallows,
by sickening sorrow and pills, my soul will slip.
Quote from kpacaAccutane
**** school, **** lawnmowers, **** chicken, **** rules.
Thoughts as the blaring causes my eyes to open,
hit the clock,
lost some rocks,
Some mash for breakfast
that my mom put on toast,
the bus is here, I suppose I'll leave.
Blur till lunchtime, I think I'm finally awake,
forced into boredom, depression, and awkward life, supposedly for futures sake.
Perhaps if they knew my bag could be the genesis of future Columbine,
they'd think to slow their role,
right now I'd fancy a daydream about Adventure Time,
perhaps I'll show them tomorrow.
Quote from kpacaPulled Pork
Heavens doctor I can't imagine what I'd do,
if my car ran on soup.
I'd probably fill it with chicken noodle,
or perhaps some cream of onion to mix with my split-pea coupe.
Veal is made by torturing a baby cow.
Isn't that terrible?
Or have you even considered,
if our heart was switched with our liver?
The rib cage would still provide a shield,
but if it were to yield,
well that thought just makes me quiver.
Not that I allow my thoughts to control me my dear doctor,
for you see,
While my neighbors may join me for dinner, they always leave.
Promptly at eight.
Quote from kpacaCrystal Lights
Far from here, there lies a place,
Wherein lives the man, without a face.
Beyond Terrebonne Parish, deep in the visceral mirage of the swamp.
You may find him, in the place where even fear can chomp.
Fat Tuesday he plays a macabre parade,
you can join his brigade,
for a penny.
How's that ice feel in the shade?
Quote from kpacaMy Night with a Lady from the Middle East
lay the rain up in the vein,
immortality now formality.
eggs for breakfast,
shriveled, broken bluebonnets.
Quote from kpacaViscosity
What's in a name,
what's in a game,
let's be insane,
if we can't be the same.
Perhaps I like the way you burn me on my face with cigarettes,
when I'm sleeping, dreaming, of my tongue touching your spinnerets,
when I wake I'll be erect, low tech, and about to wretch,
from the pain, zeal, and foolishness,
of lying next to you.
The bottle beside the bed is broken.
Quote from kpacaTwigs
She looks into a mirror, and all she sees is glare,
she looks outside a window, and then there's nothing there.
The reflection of the soul, says all there is to say,
but the reflection of its mind, will always end your day.
Quote from kpacaThe Trees Have Grown Oranges
Four fifty-nine a.m.
I enter the gas station.
That's the sound of the doors.
Where the **** did my friends go?
There's no one behind the counter.
I'm the last man on earth.
All the kings horses,
trampled on the free.
Not even the youngest children,
could speak of peace to me.
The next morning.
I wake up, swallowed up by a bean bag chair.
I'm on my floor. The chair isn't supposed to be here.
Who's that in my bed?
Never mind. I don't even care.
I rise, but it's hard to say I've risen.
Walk down the hall.
My mouth can no longer produce saliva.
All the kings horses,
trampled on me,
not even the voice of youngest children,
could bring peace unto the free.
Quote from kpacaNhamodzenyika (Suffering Country)
Another day, another dawn.
jewel of the heart, sing your song.
The sun is shining, the wind is sweet.
The crops are growing. Vibrant! Spite on the heat.
We've weathered all the gaels,
through all our trials, we did not fail.
So dance without sorrow, chew on some leaves,
prepare yourself, for abundant reprieve!
Soon I hear! The ballot will come.
It came and went, so little time spent,
but our comrade, our comrade! Fruition from intent.
More land for our farms, more bread for our plate,
I'm going to get a new bicycle, I can't hardly wait.
Everything will be great, of this my doubt is quite faint.
Plus even if it wasn't, nobody likes those with complaint.
If I just keep wearing my smile, and tending my business with a hush,
Most assuredly soon, my world will be lush.
I do not know, when a ballot will come.
It's hard to grow crops, with nothing in the sky,
not even the comrade, can make the heavens cry.
Surely he could do something. But alas! No word.
Sometimes I wonder, if any prayers are heard.
Less and less, the energy I have each day.
My feet are weary, no bicycle is on its way.
I try to keep the smile up, but I fear soon the frown will start to show,
I've lost faith in the comrade, but it would be unwise to let the neighbors know.
I'm glad that soon, a ballot will come...
Hush! They'll hear us. Do not let the know that of which we speak.
Flee, run with your sister! They will be hear this week.
It's too late for that, they already know. How foolish of me.
The price we paid, to never be free.
The ballot. The ballot.
What a worthless hunk of meat.
I should have known the devil,
always procures a victory, even in defeat.
I hear the brigade drums.
Quote from kpacaThe Selfless
Gum drops and sugar plums!
Krispy Krispy's, and crackly crackly's,
razor blades and bubblegum!
Oh boy, oh boy, I just can't wait,
to fill my heart with joyful sprit.
The laughter of children, filling their palms with treats,
I just can't wait to hear it.
Quote from kpacaChildren of the Cucumbers.
It's a word within a word as I ram into buns.
With a certain rambunctious giddiness to my movements.
She's a girl within a girl as I wish she were really two girls.
Exactly why I plan to split her in two. Maybe thrice.
A sneer for a smile.
My lips curl within a curl of a some short hairs that I secretly wish weren't there.
I'll be glad I did this later though.
It's literally a bird within a bird within a bird.
And who doesn't like a thing inside of another thing inside of another thing. Especially when moisture is involved.
Quote from kpacaA poem about the miraculous abilities for abstract thought that one has when under the influence of a certain illegal substance that can also be made into butter; not necessarily the type of butter you want to spread on bread but a good butter nonetheless, a good butter indeed.
Quote from kpacaA long awaited poem about rain troughs
****ing hate everyone,
every ****ing one.
You're *****es and snitches,
all over digits.
I'm religious and yet I get it.
Punch your ticket to the cliqueing,
I hear you like a dicking.
You're a ****ing mod dick taker,
I ****ing figured you were. This is why I told you to stop posting.
******. ******. ******.
That's the "n" word but it's censored.
Burning grease a ****ing blister.
My job sucks but you still call me mister.
Hey mister, that's ****ing right *****.
Suck my **** some more and I'll probably let you post.
This isn't high school.
This isn't real life.
Slice and dice.
It doesn't matter
This is just a website.
Just a ****ing website.
Where we can all put on our cool shades if we want.
But it's still just a sandbox.
Quote from kpacaTrashbag Swag
I decided to write a rap, since everyone else has been doing it.
script flippin, syrup sippin,
cannibal of canteloupes yall *****s hatin I'm just chillin,
cause my skillin is skittles and my trillin is typcal,
**** your influences I'm straight New Orleans, ****in brought up on Mystikal,
***** mutha ****ing watch yourself,
I'll stick yah, dick yah, trip yah, blistah, straight make you drip yuh,
stick a finger up your ass while I'm polishin that clit yuh!
tounge moving on you fast, babblin, I'm off my rocker.
Call me D-R Mario I'll be your plumbing doctor.
***** you my man made island,
and I got you a peninsula,
you know I'm ****ing stylin, whildin,
procrastinator flow I aint even ****ing tryin.
I'll drop some free throws. ***** I can't dunk.
I can dance though cmon and watch me get crunk.
I do a two step. A lil cat daddy.
Roll with me and only smoke the best fatties.
This is ugly boy swag, smugly putting toe tags on all you rappers whack ass,
straight bad ass,
do I most def got the mos swag?
Suck it Khaled I'm the best.
The young kid from the south who cashin all the checks.....
Ooops not really.
I'm broke yeah really.
Spent it all on green cause I like that feeling,
Diesel to the head makin me straight giddy,
Ak-47 killing me while healin,
If I had all the money in the world
my vegetable budget be bout half a billion.
Rhymes straight killin,
so I hope yo ears is kevlar,
John Lee Malvo in the booth,
youngest killer you ever hear of.
So whats the word bruh?
You havn't heard bruh?
Well you best speak a four letter word cause thems the best words i ever heard bruh.
K to the U-S-H
N to the O-L-A
from the onlsaught no reprieve,
***** you know you best believe,
That when you see me up in da street,
your ***** will most definately,
be screamin "Who Dat!"........
cause my swag's Drew Brees!
(note: Sounds better when spoken with proper/improper pronounciation and my accent etc. Also I reserve the right to switch that out for a real poem. Just figured I'd offer my own take on some rap).
Quote from kpacaIn the dark with a knife
A lucid appeal of longevity and progeny,
the faint brightness of the aura around the picture box,
My heart beats inside of me,
the refridgerator, the ice box.
All I'll feel, is anger about the stains on my couch.
I'll drink sangre like a warlock.
The open course, outside your belly.
A new painting, modernvelli.
So this is what it's like,
to go crustless on peanut butter and jelly.
I'm going to wash it down with your best milk.
Quote from kpacaPurple
A capital named after a capitalist pig-dog.
Imperialist deal breakers.
The serenity of the moments in such terrible heat often go unnoticed.
Of a simpler time.
But why are we living so simply
in a town named after such greatness.
A statement of rapists.
We welcome them with open arms, and yet they'd rather rape us.
And after you get your nut, why do you still hate us?
Quote from kpacaA citrusy fluid
The world is at peace and my mind is near ease,
but the phlegm is crawling up my throat in chunky hunks of cantankerous frieze.
Invisible fists of stone punch their way out of my body, through my chest,
ripping through the skin and wrapping silently around my neck.
How can I breathe?
When I've been sucked down beneath lengthy piles of insidious ichor.
Left to drown,
amongst a town of nobodies whose love simply made me sicker.
Quote from kpacaFecal Casserole
I told her I didn't like her,
so why the hell am I so jealous.
I only slept with her that one time,
so drunk I can't say I even felt it.
And now, she gets beaten.
And I have to look her in the face at least three times a week.
For at least six hours at a time.
She gets to tell me what to do.
Do dishes. Take out the trash. Go help wing station. Filter the friers.
Give me a hug. Let me cry on your shoulder. Roll one up and bring it to me.
And yet she never leaves.
I'm seething. She's skiing.
Blaze until I'm ignorant. Barely being.
The saddest part about it all,
is while I'll always hear the tears patter.
One day I'll clock out one last time,
and wash my hands completely of the matter.
Quote from kpacaSelfishness in giving
Tell your children stories of slavery,
midgets laughed at and controlled.
Forced to set springs and tinker endlessly,
their obese boss is jolly, or so were told.
Train your little eichmanns!
Materialism tis the season.
As long as the machine turns,
and pockets are filled;
We can stop the thoughts of treason.
Note: This is a poem about Santa and his elves.
Quote from TaloreI very much enjoyed this poem. The last line is simple and powerful, and the theme is something I identify with strongly.
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