fibbles

[Irish-dipstick]

sometimes i get tongue twisted tight fisted
busted lips, drugs, gay sex sounds like prison
how did i get locked in this prisium
dam i feel blind but i got perfect vision
secrets kept since way back when jesus weeped
simple stress bullet proof vest aim with precision
its complex and complicated like the first time u masturbated
strange chemical unbalance sucide got a road of wasted talents


everytime we smile where dying to cry
anytime im defild where crying to die
detoxing must be hard clense my soul
dig a hole let me hide and bury my head
wishing i was dead is the cowards way out
power from above please help me out
what is with the bible contridicting
just try depricting a sentence in the biblication
fibbling sibblings kiddies fiddling got u creaming
sick bastards wet dreaming pants are steaming
so why do i have to follow the rules when they dont
why tell me this is the truth follow this i wont

[dat boy rh]

oth id!

[Gilver]

wack

[Irish-dipstick]

wack

coates lmao wats up asswhole

anyways poetry cant be wack its an expression of my state of mind :yes:

:smoker: good afternoon sir

[sexydeltagirl]

I can dig it!

[Absolut da poet]

wack
lol
real random

Sometimes I feel lifted
lookin from the bottom of this glass...
feelin life’s pull flash scriptures of the last half past me so fast..
I can’t do the...mmm..
....shiit...some..times..
I can’t grasp.....
myself..the full picture being cast in the mirror..
It’s...twisted in time’s..like..
I’m the reader and I can’t speak these pieces or else..
I can’t reach the author inside himself
to learn enough about you or
who I’m supposed to be...

"something more.."

than just another memory of hope for
centuries that came and went in the minutes I’ve spent
just trying to free myself through us..
to be the living word in trust
I am and again...
as such through the glass..
half full
am I..

[Irish-dipstick]

lol
real random
Sometimes I feel lifted
lookin from the bottom of this glass...
feelin life’s pull flash scriptures of the last half past me so fast..
I can’t do the...mmm..
....shiit...some..times..
I can’t grasp.....
myself..the full picture being cast in the mirror..
It’s...twisted in time’s..like..
I’m the reader and I can’t speak these pieces or else..
I can’t reach the author inside himself
to learn enough about you or
who I’m supposed to be...
"something more.."
than just another memory of hope for
centuries that came and went in the minutes I’ve spent
just trying to free myself through us..
to be the living word in trust
I am and again...
as such through the glass..
half full
am I..

nice....:smoker:

[Sigy]

lol I liked it