Posts Tagged ‘rhymes’

Just practicing rhyming with some words

Adding to the Wordplay

Here comes again the king of arrogance
You better think twice before taking a stance
Cause I’ll say or do anything just to win
I’m convinced this is the way I’ve always been
I’d even slit my wrists just to prove how honest I’m
‘Cause losing is one thing I simply can’t stand
I would even give my right arm, my very soul
Just in exchange, just to channel all the rage and anger I’ve stored
Don’t take this message as subliminal
This is personal
I’m as raw and as fresh as a slaughtered animal
I can’t help but to become a raging cannibal
When these fuckers think they can beat me at this world’s game
It’s so lame
I can do this gagged, blindfolded, tied to my bed
Adding up to this wordplay, this is child’s play
It’s like Chucky chuckling up here in my head
Yelling “Murder them” into my brain
As blood begins boiling inside my veins
It’s a shame, they don’t know how insane
It can get
You can bet I would wear an explosive vest
Just to show y’all that I’m the bomb
Just to prove my fucking point,
Just to attest that I’m the fucking best.


Fabulous-Living-Room2The picture is from Google. I edited some details.


When did I become a curtain that shades you off from the rays of the sun?
All this time I was envisaging as being a lamp whose task was brighten you on
Might as well be household furniture, then at least your ass would sit on my lap
Sounds funny, but in my eloquence slur words and phrases are best kept unwrapped.
Should we begin the countdown? Should we change these facts?
Should I start bursting cursing verbs in verses? Would you like that?

I wouldn’t rely on such childish methods
But it’s like you’re playing Play-Doh with my heart again
So mold this clay to form the shape you’d like to display
Whatever the colors might be, at the end of the day,
When you mix them all, they always turn to bullshit brown.

So in great respect about the aspect of my self-inferred humble reflection,
I never meant to be that sour foam in your drink that you skew when in consumption.
My tendency is to taste my own blood before being in any way opinionated
But man, my skin is itching and is like ants are moving my jaw, forming a speech pattern.
So my apologies if what you hear isn’t exactly what you expected.
Who would’ve thought that small creatures would use me as their puppet?

Although it feels good to expel pressure
Your “Holy-Mary-ears” should never ever hear such atrocity
So excuse me as I count down all of the victims in this casualty
One, two, to one and two, seems like us both, a pair
But soon it’ll be just you, cause you’re helping me to disappear.

This is a poem. Before reading, you must know that all the things written here are purely artistic expressions of the mind’s fantasies. I don’t believe and don’t rely in violence towards women, or anyone. Thank you.


A Mother’s Prudent Wish

Girl, you show up like a goose seeing red
Assaulting all of those who are trying to feed off their pieces of bread
You’re wrecking my picnic, scaring my kids
You better back off before I start relying on my punches and my kicks.

The bearer of my life always told me;
“Never ever hit a female.
No matter what the circumstances are
Never result to violence;
Except when she threatens your family,
Then slap around that bitch”
I’m not vehement, I’m just ascertaining
My mother’s prudent wish.

Girl, you’re like a spawn, vetoed from hell
Swarming all the way into the finer veins of these pugnacious intents
Your blood begins to boil, your skin to swell
We abide in awe at all of your rambling, your deleterious contingence.

Your tongue must be conjoined to your menstrual stillness
I’m not one to minimize others, but you’re an impeccable example of a cliché
So I must sojourn my tongue before it becomes an illness;
A continual codependency on the right side cerebrum’s verbal impugns’ soufflé.

Proven Point

This life feels surreal
So what’s the deal?
Why does it all have to be such an ordeal?
How do I deal with all the things that I feel?
Should I bottle them up and as I keep filling them
With the next bullshit situation that comes across
For how long should I carry this cross?
For its heavy weight is almost devastating
And the fair share seem to be procrastinating
By all the years that have already passed by
I wonder how come I still here and alive
So many times I thought, contemplating suicide
It would be so much easier than to face of all the things that lie outside
Of this door, that waits for me to slip and fall
Yes, I hear them yelling, my name they call
Are either my demons, or my fears, maybe it’s all
Of the bullshit that still burns inside of my soul
Then I throw a tantrum and discharge all of my anger on the people I love
Distancing them even more than the distance I’ve drawn
For myself, cause sometimes I want to be left alone
And other times all I wish is for this hurt to be gone
I don’t trust anybody, not even my own
So how am I to rely my heart on someone if I don’t let anyone
Become part of my life and so on be the proof that I need
To realize that things are not is as bad as they present themselves to be.

Never been addicted to anything except for my own personal addictions
That means trying to be on top, trying to get some recognition
While my heart and my brain battle intensively in constant affliction
I love being myself, but in a sense, it’s hard to be in this position
To the point you reflect all of your most private fears in full exposition
It’s like I turned the ignition key and the press on the accelerator
Of my hand, my tongue, my rage and my guts
And I’m driving this vehicle of communication off a cliff
And I just can’t hit the breaks in time to stop
I’m a junkie for statements that portrait the truth
That dares to address controversial topics just to
Bring some light and shake some consciousness into our conscience
Yeah, I’m a man of faith, I’m a man of science
If there was a way to avoid both of them I’d say they’re both fairytales
Who am I to tell what’s real other than all of these human emotions
I tend to walk against the trend, I take action against this motion
Suspicious most times when it comes to people’s behavior
That’s why I keep them at bay, I feel safer being a waver
Their opinions divide about what they think I am
Some think I’m an asshole, others that I’m a joker
But I understand, sometimes I even don’t get why I am the way that I am
I severely dislike most of the things that I come to see with my eyes
I just can’t believe most of the prejudice, injustice and pure deviance
I don’t know what to make of it but to speak and write about it
Extremely political, I spit words that end up bringing up a spiritual aspect.
I regard others’ opinion until there’s nothing else left to respect
In this aspect, I direct my ticked off thoughts to the ones that are synonymous
To the way that keeps them away from being strayed and stays being continues.

“So what’s the proven point?
Or the point you want to prove?”
These muscles, this flesh and these joints
Are severely torn and I can barely move
As I crawl to the finish line
I keep pushing on in my mind
The reasons why I’m doing this for;
I’m doing it all for the silenced voices of this world.


Posted: November 7, 2013 in Sarcastic Poetry
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You like me
Until you like me no more
You love me
Until you love me no more
Cause that honesty that you love so much
Is the same thing you’ll be fed up with
My life is like my poetry
The first one or two times people find them amazing
But then they realize is more of the same, really boring
For those whose life fun is being dull
But for me at times fun is bashing someone’s skull
And I’m just saying this for the sake of the rhyme
Before anyone turn the page and begin to whine
It’s darn bad I still have writer’s block
But I better hurry up if I really want to beat the clock
I feel like I’ve being left behind in this arm’s race
I can’t allow that, no, cause I want to be in first place.
She’s got connections in high up places
She’s got her peers near the exit doors
She’s built a temple where the sun is praised
She’s got the keys to the riddles untold.
I’ve sold my soul to the children eater
In order to proclaim those of my own
I betrayed my own trust to gain somebody else’s
It was the only way to compete with her throne.
I watched it fall from high in the sky deep into the ground
I watched it walk its way up to the top until it lost its legs
I watched it convincing her with the tone of his sound
She took a bite of that skin and she was completely its.
I’ve seen the twelve signs between the 13 seconds of spare
Contemplated the six strings holding up the 3 people in space
Watched it put on its mask, dancing across the squared floor
Back and forth, black and white, bright as morning, glowing like a star
Father of death, stealer of humbleness
She’s the purple daughter, knitted in crimson, riding on his back
He’s been hurt, a wound sure to kill it
But now the same powers to be have raised me, in order to reclaim what’s mine.
This is not a battle between blood and flesh
This is a war between demons and devils alike
And I don’t mind anymore about what made us divide
This house won’t last long standing on its own…. This house won’t survive.

My God, the Recognition

Putting words on piece of paper
Hoping that somebody will read one day
I could let my emotions for later
But I want them to inspire somebody in some way.

But if you pass over
And don’t take a look at all
Then why am I even trying?
Face flat against the floor.

The sweet sound of victory
When my eyes see all those likes
No need to care about, or feel sorry
I’m the king of poetry and rhymes.

My God, my Recognition
Thank you for all these beautiful moments
Thanks for making me so damn talented
I will recognize your love for me after my name is celebrated…
Not a minute before.

Safety shelter has become a prison
I mix my real experiences with the fantasy in my mind
So I can be brutally honest, still leaning towards riddles and ambiguity
Just like when I speak with my friends and loved ones.

If you don’t get the point
Well then you don’t honestly know me
I’m doing this out of fun
I’m doing this while bleeding dry my heart
I don’t joke about these experiences
But I laugh at them while trying to get them out of me
People seem to be confused about my way of dealing with reality.

My God, my Recognition
Lies in writing whatever the hell I want
I am a artist in my own way, I am a master of my own craft
Aren’t we all, gosh darn it!?
So let’s all celebrate that we are all different from the trending mass.