Alright, /lyricists/, post 'em up

Alright, /lyricists/, post 'em up.

Alright, your rhymed got me interested op, I'll post some of my stuff too.

*rhymes, sorry.

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I'm digging your stuff. Get a nice melancholic feel from it.

>I like bitches big booty bitches
I blast these lyrics every time I'm alone on an elevator at work. Sublime

Oh Helen, little Helen,
ever sweet, laughing and clever;
will you be smiling forever?
Oh hazelnut haired Helen.

Dancing softly in heaven’s robe:
clad in clouds and in the stars,
—and her eyes are like a voice,
singing softly tender songs.

Light and swift-footed Helen,
like a brook running through Eden,
fresh, clear, cold, running forever...
I think you too will smile forever.

Beautiful. Has a simple and classical elegance to it.

This reads like a poem that i found in my mom's diary from when she was 14.

that's because I'm your mom when she was 14

An electric shock runs deep inside me,

as my eyes reflect into yours, returning

to me the fiery desire you hold within.

I see you; in one glance I see all of you.

Coursing chills, icicles forming, a sensation

you mean always to deliver to me,

portraying your beautiful spirit.

A portal of green, snaked with dark

forests, moving me to your heart.

A comfort that exempts me of

all strain. Like bathing in sheets

of silk. Truly soothing. Warming, now.

What is it
about this place
that brings me back?

Walking here
stars out and smoke in air
smells like fire and beer

After church
we'd all go over
sing songs and comb over

I'm very glad you like it.
You see, english is not my first language, but I love the ring of poetry in this language (And I love English/American poetry by itself), so I sometimes try writing some of my own, although I'm not sure how someone who actually speaks the language would feel about it.
Thank you.

Hey mom lol

hi son, did you brush your teeth?

Wtf. I was just skimming her old diary again and I found a sticker which says "I brush my teeth every morning".

why do you read your mom's diary? that's an invasion of privacy, mate

wahts her number lol? just checking 2 see if see is cute?

is there any cum in there?

any pics of her? is she fuckable? post her Facebook if you have it. cheers

does she brush her teeth with my cock?

you guys need to bust a nut

how many partners has she had in her lifetime? is she a roastie or innocent?

It's hilarious, and she didn't write anything particularly embarrassing. She also said it was ok.
:3

go to her dirty laundry basket and tell me what her panties smell like. i'm willing to pay for them. we can trade emails if you're down. all good if you aren't.

Leave.

if dubs you need to post a pic of you cumming on it

I didn't notice any. But there is a poem about "making love".
She doesn't even know how to use a pc.
You tell me.
1, maybe 2.

for real we're gonna need more info on this shit. is there any dirty shit in there? would love to hear some of it.

post the poem PLEASE. I have a real fucked up mommy fetish

fuck off, we're finding out who user's hot poet mommy is you fucking loser.

Nothing particularly dirty. But I found this

Love your next
As yourself
But only if good looking
And of the other sex

It flows much better in the original language. Now I understand where my poetic vein comes from.

do you still live with her? when was the last time she showered?

I need to find a marry this lady.

I wonder if she wipes lol

back to cuck

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Don't trust a ho

holy fuck OP this is horrible. just stop writing.

It's more poetry than song lyrics

No it isn't
Is just shit

Damn that first stanza hit me right in the feels

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I sit here, and collect my thoughts, watching as a cop rolls around the block. Wondering if this limbo will ever truly be done, or if to my father I'll always be a failed son.

My dad was a cop, for twenty years. I never thought I'd be one to land myself in jail, and bring him to tears.

But I still keep up this stupid ass shit, dropping acid on Wednesday, 6 fucking hits.

I don't sleep all night, tired as a bitch, meet up with my PO officer, and make up some bullshit.

I tiptoe on a dangerous line, feelin' like I'm Joseph Gordon levitt

I'm a grade a bullshit artist, especially with myself, I play make believe, like I don't need help.

Four fucking tires, and one little knife. That's all I needed, to destroy my fucking life.

I let the bitch fuck me up, and get in my head. Her siren song pushed me over the edge.

So it's my fault, true
Maybe she deserved karma's assault, but the looking glass reflects a hard to swallow hue

NIGGAS IFFY, UH
BLICKY GOT THE STIFFY, UH
GOT THE BLICKY, UH
DRUM IT HOLDS 50, UH

"Cuz I'm just like a clock
when I tick and I TOCK."
- Dr Dre

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Can't tell if this is meant to represent an emotional response or is a critique of the style in which it is written.

If it makes a difference, nothing in that is made up, all reality based.