Miraquill
Punk Rock Sugar
Fuck you and your coffee, tastes like shit;
just like every attempt to reminisce
what was you being way too sensitive.
But I guess in your head it was Almond bliss.
Fuck you and the dick you cheated with,
hope you end up giving him syphilis.
At the same time, worried when I take a piss,
if it burns just like when we used to kiss.
Delete my photos, I'm over posing in chokeholds,
Leaving early for no shows.
Keeping tabs on a psycho,
no roses, it's my fault.
Ain't no other bitch I know
made me scream for a chiropractor.
Grammy awarded actor,
bent over backwards.
Fuck you and your coffee, tastes like shit;
just like every attempt to reminisce
what was you being way too sensitive.
But I guess in your head it was Almond bliss.
Fuck you and the dick you cheated with,
hope you end up giving him syphilis.
At the same time, worried when I take a piss,
if it burns just like when we used to kiss.
Gimme my jackets back, what I'd say if I lacked
a sense of smell cause that
lavender scent always made me gag;
almost like you do, it's sad.
Cause I know whatever we had
was oh so perfectly ass, bet
it wasn't just the "bad sex"
not just my "absense."
Fuck you and your coffee, tastes like shit;
just like every attempt to reminisce
what was you being way too sensitive.
But I guess in your head it was Almond bliss.
Fuck you and the dick you cheated with,
hope you end up giving him syphilis.
At the same time, worried when I take a piss,
if it burns just like when we used to kiss.
©soliquince
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Tim Burton
Piece of the soul, strings that you pull, peace in the smokescreen, after all it's the things you don't know. Fucking cheese in the folds, pleasing the coal hearted, freezing in this cold world, easily parted. But life's a bitch, in this pussy how deep can you go? Free is the show, anything goes, till you're throwing up blood in the toilet. It's all fun, just avoid it; wicked truth's never recorded, just continue cavorting, spooky skeletons closeted; dance with the dead and the maggots, head from colorful faggots. Tread into yes man land, sad hearts hollowed into Shakespearean tragics, delirious madness turned pill shaped magics where nobody's asking. Kiss your fanatics rewound back into new age addicts, first time trying the cotton candy in the attic. Peacock bastards, occupational hazards; smooth talk and smartasses dastardly romancing cases, others with hands on cases, now everybody take your places.
It's a Tim Burton film,
murderous thrills,
chakras gotcha twisted up in a knot cause of these feelings you feel.
I don't even know what's the deal,
in these rhymes is the ill,
sense making, not still.
But maybe the monster in my head's gotta lot of it's fill.
It's a Tim Burton film,
murderous thrills,
chakras gotcha twisted up in a knot cause of these feelings you feel.
I don't even know what's the deal,
in these rhymes is the ill,
sense making, not still.
But maybe the monster in my head's gotta lot of it's fill.
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Devil's lead
Oh there's some good men,
there's some good folks runnin';
devil's leading close behind.
Some bad men,
there's some bad folks comin';
getting off with their knives.
Bloody love,
tough sons of bitches;
couple stitches would've made the world right.
Bloody love,
tough sons of bitches;
couple stitches would've made the world right.4 0
Carve
Burrowing under the skin
is string by string;
snip to a clip.
Repeating until I wince,
pain gives wings;
so used to this.
What's new to medicate?
How long till I can seperate
reality from nothingness?
What view can replicate
overhead lights in my face?
masks on for my bliss,
count backwards, try not to miss;
where's my kiss from the abyss?
I want to pull my stitches,
itching frustrations,
Threadbare kitchen;
body can take it.
Chopped into pieces,
put back complacent.
Pull my stitches,
I'm missing patience.
Carve up your patient.
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What it's all about pt. 1
Falling over myself into a crescendo;
funny enough, I can finally let go.
Tired of the "why can't life just be simple?"
It's complicated, if only a little.
Bit of a shit show, bit off more than what was chewable and pitted my soles into the centerfold. Ten seconds from being sent home with jumbled lyrics in my head cone, just another extra terrestrial who doesn't belong. Suburban flirting out of his lane with flows, out on the opposite hospital pane, looking into the same soul. Unknown terrain, my tongue treads in pain; close to pissing myself, yet I refrain, though. Lucky me, my bladder holds, pitter patter, pacing cold. The stage evokes strange emotions, takes control. I take a breath, for a second, wait, no...flash forward to being venerable instead of the vulnerable honkey fool. "This is you," finished being a tool.
Sweat on the microphone,
bullets pulling down;
centering yourself to the ground.
Pulling the crowd in
as they crowd in,
they're crowding round. Ripped
voices loud,
camera flashes' out.
Past doubts to passed,
some fans are passing out,
this fucking feeling you can't amount
to any you've had till now.
You're all they're talking about,
"that's what it's all about."
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Peppermint Stick
I don't know how to break it to you,
but I don't have the time, money or energy to drop clues
or hints.
I'm not your Christmas peppermint stick
or a mistletoe present.
I hope you get it at some point.
you don't have to say a word,
just flip me the bird
and I'll flip it right back,
don't give a fuck what you heard.
Make a poster or a plaque
on how I'll never get you back in my arms.
No sexy Santa down the chimney,
I already set the alarms.
The Ho(e) Ho(e) Ho(e)
won't sound off, red nose
left in the cold. a no show
on that white and red pole.
I already said
I'm not your Christmas peppermint stick.
Don't give me that schtick
on how much I meant
or what I could've been.
(I could've been with friends
but you bent
my ass over and fucked up my common sense.
No oversaturated compliments,
sugary condescension,
honey that ruins your complexions.
But for who? I guess it
changes per 6 foot something condiment.
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Inches pt. 1
Make it plain in hindsight,
but never plain to see.
Make it common sense,
but still mean less to me,
eventually...
One inch on the porch,
six in the yard.
Suburbans got four,
it's still coming down hard.
Wherever it snows
is wherever I go.
Quietly now,
don't miss the show.
Wherever it snows
is wherever I go.
hurry now,
before the curtains close.
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Righteous Slice
Slide side to side, pantomime a play like you're a friend of mine, pretend you're fine with a poor man's life. Money doesn't define except when you eat out every night at Righteous Slice. Ain't that a plight to eat ramen how your leaders eat raw men? Having a broad sense of tragedy based on Christ, that's nice on paper, but how's that translate later when a young man caters, you spit in the face of your waiter. A Judas with silver cufflinks, follower but also a traitor to the way of God. When you get a lay off, stay on a diet of peons; prey on naivety and pray off your sins.
©soliquince9 0
Boonies
It comes to you in the mirror to see roaches,
rolling roaches up snow covered hills to bloated
job coaches more worried about Covid than coats and gloves. But you know this already. Service industry's corroded since the beginning of time, so we'd sit in the car developing rhymes like pictures and I'm sick of pulling up negative. It's institutionalized sedatives, can't fight the repetitive. It comes around, goes around but I let it live, impressed not, I guess not, cause it's the have or have not. I have not the patience to sit in a waitlist for paychecks but it is what it is. The 9 to 5, bone fide boondock ride. Hear the train rattle the roof over your eyes. But realize that I have no hate, no irrational anger over conditions commonplace. Y'all got your parents money to spend, I said you've got your parents locking you in and it ain't fair. No nobody understands what 1 class and volleyball stand sitting means; it ain't fair, where you live with no job and no fears living day to day, monetary conscience is clear. Having a dear honey of three months to love thee, spiritual connections are so above me, bishops warehouse gatekeeping the hungry unless church and the spirit of God burns your chest, to "understand how you've been blessed," and you already know the rest...
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Tough Job
I don't know what it's like,
it must be difficult to fight
back the forces of evil with the might
of backed up diarrhea.
Cause in that chair you're the mitochondria;
if you left, chaos would climb ya
like a tree.
And I'm too small minded for that to
bother me.
Typical, right?
How could I conjure a lie
saying you're not the pinnacle
of self made struggle?
I must not have spent much time
out of my bubble.
While you constantly beat
back lawsuits so 42 year old freaks
can be free to follow me to stalls
several times a week.
Oh no, now I'm in trouble
with the man who files paperwork
where the weight of that stapler hurts.
It's a tough job, I know,
to attach sticky notes;
gatekeeping someone who's caught Covid 19
and maintaining a 5 o'clock shadow.
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Cherry Steps
Dipping my toes into my own grave,
only a slave to myself and my own ways.
But I can't seem to care enough, only
in hindsight, back when the morning's
would claim my bleary eyes...
with the cherries long crushed behind.
A smoke on the steps of a church,
and I think I'm closer to God just because it hurts.
Another lie, gone up as another burns;
come tomorrow, still poor in soul, still waiting for the nurse.
Lost in my head, looking for the long hallway high,
but the cherry steps are all that's left in mind.
©soliquince10 1
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Rich Kid
If you gon' smash, and
break down that oak,
Kyle looking ass
with no class;
sit down and take note.
that chain you wear with your pants sagged way below
your kneecaps, cap backwards;
flipping birds behind backs
while you flip burgers, I know
you've got that dice on your dash
listening to songs of murder.
But home life is lavish with desserts served on platters,
in a car your parents bought just so you could be the party crasher.
Drive home with a chick who's way beyond plastered,
then brag about her now biggest regret, you sick bastard.
If you think this shit makes you tough, to blast masters
of the hip hop craft, masturbating while imagining a career in rap...
shut the fuck up, there's nothing for you in that.
Poser, a pussy, no man to come after;
but maybe in prison, if your price is right, you'll cum after.
It's the life you wanted, right? The tragic disaster?
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Six drinks, no sinks
Deformed brain waves,
conformed the same way,
perform mental melee
to watch truth fade to grey;
they've, torn and made
causing pain commonplace
so move, bitch, this isn't a sunny side play date.
Reform, bubble and blow,
double the drinks, one for the show,
two for the kinks that need a fixing, three for the weekdays piled on your plate,
four for the bastards that sit back, watch and masturbate.
Five for those who contemplate suicide but want their Coffee Mate.
Six up on the table, the ones who commentate like Sports Illustrated officials;
I wish all of it would just go away.
©soliquince8 0
ghost_writter__
37w
Water & Pebble
Time is like water, keep on flowing through the filter.
Memories are like those small pebbles which are left behind.
Those memories we once made together
It's stuck in there...
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GHOST
Some of us are ghost in a form
Having no soul
Just riding till we die
Hustling to survive
Putting on a smile
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soliquince
47w
Old Crow
How come with cigs I could see you,
but when I drank there was always two?
Can't hurt what's invincible
when you can't tell you're miserable.
Common sense saved and damned,
cause when I wanted to spaz,
it said "you can't.
Look to the future."
I am, you're cruel.
I see nothing in your plans.
Maybe I'm just a small minded man,
maybe I'm selfish too.
Maybe I don't want to think things through.
Maybe it's too many maybes cause I'm scared to lose.
"What, what can you prove?
you're a stooped bitch,
built stupid.
Might as well have been born with two lips,
shit that means two things, don't it?
Well never mind, my heart has that bulletproof vest.
Life is what tests but I failed so many times, is my IQ lower than...Nah, I'm supposedly "gifted," right?
Is it possible you could've proof read
my script into a shit song?
I write all night long, means nothing,
words are an extension of me bluffing.
To my new cousin
we were talking relationships.
A womans breakup is a sad song for a few hours then she's fine.
had to sit back, not say a word for a while.
Is that all it takes...time?
What it takes to kill feelings,
(I know some better methods,
follow me down, let's test it.)
so for more than a few years my fears were wrong?
Should it be that easy to move on,
and am I what's wrong?
Lies covering questions
posing as lessons,
I reckon that's the story I'll preach before my pension
if it ever comes.
The world ain't sunshine and rainbows, but it can be moonshine and chainsmokes.
it can be love and you can be enough, if you're too far gone to give a fuck.
So long as the pain goes,
even if it lays low.
Even if it's the same slow
burn that keeps my brain cold.
So long as it plays gold
over and over, days old.
Keep the train's flow
smoother with that Old Crow.
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Soliquince
What's in a name?
Wordplay conceived as a game,
track these long days
back into solitude in response to a lot of you,
coincidence? coincidentally
it's all a ruse.
Sol as the light of my mind baked in the sun,
the sole consequence;
this is who you call
Soliquince.
The quintessential
multiple layered steel, no rust,
just me cutting into you.
You love this shit in advance to prove
how much of die hard fans would choose
to cut themselves like some do over boybands, I dunno who
could understand, but I do
(not...)
now look at this stool,
smoother coming out, but it fools
y'all into thinking I'm smart,
(I'm not...)
hating you; but how could you be so cruel?
Having expectations of me?
It's what I expect basically,
so when a few weeks
passes by when nothing comes out;
turns to months
I'm feeling gaggle fucked.
Even though you probably don't mind,
it's fine, I'm just spazzing now.
The mind is our
worst enemy, double edged if we don't slow down...
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Cause and Effect Full
I can sing a couple of Eminiem songs word for word,
and if it weren't
for my lungs
being shriveled up
from more than a couple puffs
and roids;
my voice
could move nations.
Lines could bring lines to stadiums,
rhymes would bring young kids who don't wanna do chores
conform to the new age
of degraded degenerates.
Baptized in hentai,
wait for your confirmation;
incentivized to let that nut fly,
(at least it's not to a cross dressed guy.)
But I got your kid saying "Kawaii."
Going out in public with a tail; (should've pulled out, right?)
jewellery encrusted vultures widen their eyes, whiten a smile,
asking somebody else's parents why, why?!
Cause I'm cause and effect,
"My kid wouldn't have turned out like this if it wasn't for him!"
Your mini me not being interested in world politics,
cause I don't want no part of it.
Too scared to talk to women
so 2D is what receives prayers.
Cause I'm a comparative threat
to a communal terrorist,
apparent as fly fucked glass.
a parent scared of their own past,
so pass that shadow under the table;
cable rots minds but it's less poison than what kept y'all stable.
But I'm the cause and effect?!
You hear your own bullshit?
Well I'll dance around
like a circus clown;
"hyuk hyuk" and a "fuck!" while I and your scarecrow wife are making out.
(I mean your scarecrow wife and I,) will be, you know me,
I went to your Mormon housewarming party last week.
Calm down,
this is a comedy piece for my ears cause I love the sound
the internet makes when there's bars to whine about.
Insensitive, irreverent, intelligent, but you'll never mention it.
You just look for a bench to sit
on the sidelines while your nine year old's coach wets his dick
but you'll never mention it
cause he's a family friend,
and your balls deep into it.
Cause you're intimate
life's kinda stale, spice it up with your kid,
then wonder why he likes men
ten years off a bend getting bent over, getting strangled, coming again and again,
but the "truth of it is..."
I'm cause and effect,
"My kid wouldn't have turned out like this if it wasn't for him!"
Your mini me not being interested in world politics,
cause I don't want no part of it.
Too scared to talk to women
so 2D is what receives prayers.
Cause I'm a comparative threat
to a communal terrorist,
apparent as fly fucked glass.
a parent scared of their own past,
so pass that shadow under the table;
cable rots minds but it's less poison than what kept y'all stable.
But I'm the cause and effect?!
You hear your own bullshit?
The more you powder your wig,
the louder I spit.
Bitch to me; call what I see,
wash you out with brown listerine.
Break hay fevers like an antihistamine,
Cattle prod, culture shock,
rip the feed muzzles off
and strap 'em to your cock.
Cowardly shit I am not,
hourly grazing Tik Tok,
Trolli sour gummy worms,
I remember eating those alot.
(Still do, guess nothing's changed, I thought I'd grown up and kicked the habit but...)
Tick tock, tick tock,
same differences,
hold your crosses,
all your salt, rosaries and holy water, (toss it!)
Aim your crosshairs,
pitchforks, remotes,
weild your keyboards,
(you're gonna need those...)
empty your replies like gun smoke,
you know you don't
wanna look in the mirror, but I peer through.
Can't see me like Nosferatu,
or a two way tinted pane
sucking your potential for attempted fame
straight from the vein,
while you bitch and complain...
Cause I'm cause and effect,
"My kid wouldn't have turned out like this if it wasn't for him!"
Your mini me not being interested in world politics,
cause I don't want no part of it.
Too scared to talk to women
so 2D is what receives prayers.
Cause I'm a comparative threat
to a communal terrorist,
apparent as fly fucked glass.
a parent scared of their own past,
so pass that shadow under the table;
cable rots minds but it's less poison than what kept y'all stable.
But I'm the cause and effect?!
You hear your own bullshit?
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Cause and Effect pt. 3
The more you powder your wig,
the louder I spit.
Bitch to me; call what I see,
wash you out with brown listerine.
Break hay fevers like an antihistamine,
Cattle prod, culture shock,
rip the feed muzzles off
and strap 'em to your cock.
Cowardly shit I am not,
hourly grazing Tik Tok,
Trolli sour gummy worms,
I remember eating those alot.
(Still do, guess nothing's changed, I thought I'd grown up and kicked the habit but...)
Tick tock, tick tock,
same differences,
hold your crosses,
all your salt, rosaries and holy water, (toss it!)
Aim your crosshairs,
pitchforks, remotes,
weild your keyboards,
(you're gonna need those...)
empty your replies like gun smoke,
you know you don't
wanna look in the mirror, but I peer through.
Can't see me like Nosferatu,
or a two way tinted pane
sucking your potential for attempted fame
straight from the vein,
while you bitch and complain...
©soliquince13 0
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