#rhymes

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  • minus_e_plus_v 2w

    Living in the contradiction,
    There is context to my dilations.
    With hundreds of first generation acts,
    And thousands of second generation laps,
    I have marked an epistemological gap,
    With my own standing behind surviving the lag.
    Tranversing through classes breaking barriers to education we live together with an unseen crack.

    I now turn to light the lamps to diffuse the dark,
    So now you can see me glowing beneath the bark.
    But you see, the lamp needs oil to burn,
    And the sun finds my address upturn,
    So while you hold the sky, the beauty and fun,
    I light the lamp burning the fuel unhindered,
    I am afraid of the wind, the showers, and the oceans,
    may be my idea of beauty is a little dull.
    I pray for calmness while I myself chose to chase the sun,
    The bliss of darkness I deliberately shun.

    While it is advised to break boundaries and submerge within the notion of invisible equal,
    Isn't it at the cost of my own individual self worth?
    With your culture defining the limits to my existence,
    I win the game of fitting in, but I loose the sense of appurtenance. .

    In the times where the scholars of Two India Theory have revived,
    Let us not mistake it to be a divide,
    For, the "Two india's" do not exist separately,
    Infact, the duality is dilemma residing within me
    I now live urban while the suburban hijacks me,
    The language which liberates, also alienates me from my subaltern actuallity.
    All the world made of glitter but no shine for reality,
    All the world a show with no search for sobriety.

    ©minus_e_plus_v

  • loydy07 3w

    expressing my life within my poem is a mere fact that i wanna spread my own thoughts upon this world that has so many problems.
    #wordsofexpression
    #rhymes
    #authorsdream

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    Words Within My Mouth

    Words within my mouth
    think i thought somehow,
    the lines i often express
    are rhyme within progress.

    i write them poetry words
    and make them enjoys as it fits,
    to boost my own satisfaction
    within my mind as it can offer.

    here i am as an author
    writing the thing i have seen,
    expressing through where i had been
    and telling the i ain't even lying.
    ©loydy07

  • danie_af 3w

    Treasure Trove, Not Just Debris

    Here I stand before you, my age, thirty-three
    I am knocking on the door of thirty-four
    I'm starting to love the reflection I see
    In the mirror that's stretching ceiling to floor
    And on the medicinal cabinet door
    I do sneak a second peek, like an encore
    There has been a restoration in self-love
    The need to be anything else except me
    I have broken free of, like a mourning dove
    I have decided that I am a turnkey
    That I am a treasure trove, not just debris
    I even dare to say I am proud of me

    ©danie_af

  • danie_af 3w

    Show Off Your Unique

    You see, we are all quite unique
    We're unique in our physique
    Unique in the way that we speak
    In the way we master technique
    Unique in the way we critique
    In the way that we all antique
    We all have winning streak moments
    And moments when we spring a leak
    We have moments we roar all week
    Moments when we just barely squeak
    Moments when we hold our beak
    We all have weak and meek moments
    And we have moments when we peak
    We're as unique as Mozambique
    We are all oblique, so to speak
    Being oblique makes us unique
    Being unique puts us on fleek
    It is part of our mystique
    Be cheeky, show off your unique

    ©danie_af

  • danie_af 3w

    A Looped Silhouette

    Fucked up shit did happen when I was young
    As I got older and a bit bolder
    I tried hard to forget with drug to lung
    I tried hard to forget by drug to vein
    To be real honest that shit kind of stung
    I have tried to forget with Mary Jane
    With expensive bottles of clear champagne
    I've tried to forget with flights on a plane
    By swallowing down all my daily pills
    That my dear old doctor endlessly fills
    I have tried to forget but no such luck
    Now I am dumbstruck and feeling so stuck
    Now I am left wondering what the fuck
    I am left wondering how to forget
    How to get this shit out of my mindset
    How to stop playing this broken cassette
    It plays on loop like it has been preset
    A looped silhouette of a child's upset

    ©danie_af

  • danie_af 3w

    Hope, Soap And A Towing Rope

    Another day and another play
    Spent a prime dollar and earned a dime
    So I filled my satchel up halfway
    With hope and soap and a towing rope
    And set away in search of okay
    You may understand why I brought hope
    Without hope, it becomes hard to cope
    But you may wonder about the soap
    And quite possibly the towing rope
    As for the soap, it's plain and simple
    It's to keep my face clear of pimple
    To keep my body clean and pristine
    To keep decent general hygiene
    As for the rope that I have in tow
    Would you not just love to know, although
    I won't bestow its use to a joe
    The tow rope is a secret, you know

    ©danie_af

  • danie_af 3w

    Cursed

    Well, it is because I am cursed
    I have been emersed in ill verse
    I can not be saved by the church
    Or with medicinal research
    The words on me are old as time
    Were put together in a rhyme
    The words on me were a song sung
    By a bewitched bastardly tongue
    From this curse, I can not be sprung
    What's done is done, I have been stung

    ©danie_af

  • danie_af 3w

    How Do I Feel Alive

    I am having such a hard time feeling alive.
    Can aliveness be felt with a Corvette test drive?
    Can aliveness be felt with high horsepower?
    Can aliveness be poured in a whiskey sour?
    Can I find aliveness in an old church tower?
    Or in the beauty of the blooming wildflower?
    Can I buy aliveness from the corner shop?
    Can I find aliveness on a mountain top?
    Can I feel alive by facing an angry bull?
    Or by keeping a belly that is always full?
    Is aliveness felt with an adrenaline boost?
    When a mind-altering substance is introduced?
    Is alive only felt with a look that is spruced?
    Can I find aliveness by ruling the roost?
    How in the hell can I feel alive again?
    Do I need to go jump out of an airplane?
    Or to hitch a free ride on a moving train?
    I feel like I am in an unchartered domain.
    Trying to feel alive is driving me insane.

    ©danie_af

  • danie_af 3w

    Learned Personalities

    Well I do truly hate to admit it
    But I am thirty-three
    Today I had the realization
    That I do not have a personality
    This realization slapped me in the face
    Quite swiftly and with brutality
    You may be asking yourself
    How I came to such a conclusion
    The conclusion that all of this time
    I have been in a state of delusion
    Well me dear it became quite clear, you see
    Everything I thought to be my personality
    Was but a masterful trauma response
    That I learned to preserve my vitality
    Now I am confused and truly do not know
    The difference between a trauma reaction
    And myself having a genuine interaction

    ©danie_af

  • danie_af 3w

    Trauma Is The Pharmacist

    People do love to oh so knowingly say
    That marijuana, yes weed is the gateway
    If not marijuana, they say it is alcohol
    Marijuana and alcohol do start it all
    Weed and booze are the gateway to the fall
    I will admit I used to buy that tall tale
    That marijuana and alcohol lay the trail
    That they open the door to all the harder drugs
    But I have come to know, it was the lack of hugs
    It was the copious amounts of childhood trauma
    It was the drama between my pops and mama
    It was the utter lack of security
    That opened the door to all that impurity
    So no, weed is not the gateway to addiction
    Nor is alcohol, all that shit is just fiction
    Trauma is and has always been the gateway
    If someone is using any kind of drug
    That is just trauma putting on public display
    That is the display of the need for a snug hug
    How about we just call a spade a spade
    And keep all of the facts out of the shade
    Okay there I said it, I said it, you read it
    Addiction is trauma on public display, legit
    Trauma has and always will open the door
    To the things considered to be more hardcore
    Trauma is leading to the bodies on the floor
    When will we realize trauma opens the drug store

    ©danie_af

  • danie_af 4w

    How We Meet

    I had to lie when my precious little buckwheat
    Asked me mommy how did you and my daddy meet
    As my little child would have been left shocked and shook
    If to the truth I did adhere, and I did say
    Well you see my dear I was scrolling on Facebook
    And at my messages, I did take a good look
    Your dad, he had sent a photo that was quite clear
    Your dear dad had sent a testicular display
    And I did reply with a winky eye and said
    Where shall we meet, will it be my bed or your bed
    So instead I lied with a face that was all red
    I said that we meet at the corner coffee shop
    He smiled, I smiled, and we became your mom and pop
    I think my gullible little one bought my line
    Now this momma needs to drink a bottle of wine

    ©danie_af

  • danie_af 4w

    Brutalize Me Quickly

    I am sick, not sick of body but sick of mind
    My mind and body are very un-aligned
    My body does what it is supposed to do
    My body it is durable like bamboo
    My body it can be trusted all day long
    My body it is strong and we do get along
    My mind however is far from an ally
    It is true that we mostly do see eye to eye
    But then my mind does what it does tend to do
    My mind it goes from rainbows to black and blue
    My mind it goes from clear and hope-filled and bright
    To full of fear and to perpetual twilight
    To unskilled coping with a brain that is moping
    Here is to hoping this attack will be swift
    Yes a swift mind attack would be a nice gift
    Do you hear that mind get it over with quick
    Brutalize me quickly with your old slapstick

    ©danie_af

  • danie_af 4w

    Here We Go Again

    My world is quickly losing its colour again
    It is time to fight another war with my own brain
    This has become as predictable as time
    This has become as predictable as petty crime
    Yesterday my world was all sunshine and rainbows
    My world it did resemble the colour of rose
    But today I woke up to a dank and dark
    Fuddled and flooded world that is lacking an arc
    How long will the shit show last this time around
    How long until some colour will again be found
    Will I manage to stay afloat through the hurricane
    Will I be able to withstand the dire strain
    Stupid brain why are we doing this again
    Why did you launch another depression campaign

    ©danie_af

  • engineerwrites 5w

    Rhymes of night

    What rhymes with night
    is directly proportional
    to what dark you got an
    inner battle for light!
    You battle for the light
    for your future!
    You tried all your might?!
    No matter what you feel,
    Show! I'm all your dark night
    and if you ever search for
    light with the night I hope
    you choose to write!
    ©engineerwrites

  • danie_af 5w

    Low Maintenance Girls

    Do you actually
    Please me with such ease?
    Or have I just been
    So damned mistaken
    Every need I expressed
    So ill taken
    That I choose
    To no longer express
    To no longer stress
    What I actually do need?
    Indeed
    Why assert oneself
    When I can just do it myself

    ©danie_af

  • danie_af 6w

    Confidence Boost

    Confidence is what we are here to renew
    Your time to shine, it is well past due
    Do you hear me cheering for you?
    Well above normal concert pitch
    You are one truly bad assed bitch
    You can handle absolutely anything
    You can handle absolutely everything
    That does dare to come your way
    Throw boss bitch on your resume
    Your beauty is not by the eye seen
    It is much deeper within your machine
    Your beauty lays within your mind
    Within your heart that is one of a kind
    Within your deeply passionate soul
    When you combine all three as a whole
    That is what makes you truly unique
    Do not hide yourself in fear of critique
    They will criticize you either which way
    Do not waste time trying to meet them halfway
    Be unapologetically yourself every day
    If people do not like it well that is okay
    Who cares about their opinion anyways

    ©danie_af

  • danie_af 6w

    You Be The Judge

    Am I the asshole here or is he? You see...
    He did show his balls on that autumn day
    When he did have the audacity to say
    We can not have a female doing men's work
    I was unable to contain my growing smirk
    I am sure this likely shortened his lifespan
    But I did say to that masterstroke of a caveman
    Good sir, I can assure you, I will not be outdone
    Then I did flash him one gun than the other gun
    Said I do pray this does leave you a bit insecure
    Like the Royalists after the battle of Marston Moor
    I hope this leaves you with all blues and no clues
    Needing to drown your feelings in bottles of brews
    Then I did take over his silly deadlift station
    Adding fifty pounds to the current configuration
    Boy oh boy did that silly clown ever frown
    As I easily lifted the bar up off the ground
    I swear that man did not make a single sound
    As I held it there for a while and set it back down
    Smirked and said it is your turn now (insert proper noun)
    That man suddenly turned into a little kid
    Grabbed his little blankey and he ran and he hid
    But I had warned him that I would not be outdid
    So, am I the asshole here or is he the asshole?
    My man says I should have used some self-control
    But I feel I am in the right here, as the whole
    Situation, surely would not have taken place
    I would not have had to launch a coup de grace
    If he had shut his weak mouth. That is my case...

    ©danie_af

  • danie_af 6w

    Depression Is A Clown

    A message to my mother fucking depression
    If you want to place me in deaths possession
    Then your bitch ass needs to step up your damned game
    For if my life is what you are hoping to claim
    You need to start shutting vital organs down
    Like a formidable fucking disease should strike
    And stop coming at me like a half-cocked clown
    I will not participate in your shakedown
    I will not succumb to a nervous breakdown
    I will not place myself into the fucking ground
    I am tired of your sad assed merry-go-round
    Step up your fucking game, take organ possession
    Or I will just call this closed session on depression

    ©danie_af

  • danie_af 6w

    Piece Of Cake

    I do not think that we should partake
    In hardcore amicable arousal anymore
    I saw that whore leaving through your backdoor
    Even though we had a deal that not to partake
    In eating of cake or desperate offshore explore
    I will not claim victimhood or fake a headache
    I will not continue coitus with you as a chore
    This hotcake will simply leave you in my wake
    Settling the score forevermore, piece of cake

    ©danie_af

  • danie_af 6w

    Horizontal To Vertical

    Horizontal opportunistic insurrection
    Cue the world's smallest violin section
    Self-rejection and mental disaffection
    Stuck in closed-minded interconnection
    Profoundly unsound, focal infection
    Eyes wide closed, disillusioned projection
    Lacking the coefficient angle of reflection
    Predilection to intravenous injection
    Toxic blood infection, greyed skin complexion
    Constant loan collection and bottle collection
    Mind in dire need of garbage collection
    Lack of recollection and self-affection
    Fall back direction and broken connection
    Life or death crossroad intersection
    Legal inspection, lawyers said objection
    Judge said straight to the house of correction
    Cycle interjection and chaos disconnection
    Life protection and ego overprotection
    Desperate longing for redirection
    Twelve prolonged months ego dissection
    Frantic but rational scattered thought collection
    Highly intensive lifeblood disinfection
    Deep introspection and critical reinspection
    At last strong signal of life detection
    Self-connection and deep inner affection
    Inner pain healed with emotion ejection
    Peace selection, the golden vertical section
    Cue the percussion section and rhythm section
    Cue the bass section and whole brass section
    Future projection is imperfection
    However still pure perfection

    ©danie_af