Live Stoner Chat Spitter's Thread.... Spit rhymes here

after this I want to go back to writing happy things. gotta get ready for summer... might as well start cheering up now. but first!!!

you only have what I give you
the words I write I live through
just don't act like I don't see you
no pressure but I'll push through

a dancing shadow
silhouette of your intentions
thinly veiled expressions
and now I'm on my way home

you know that I can't stay
when I've got better things to do
this terrible game no longer played by two
cause I'm out I'm gone try to have a nice day
adieu
 
I only just gotta hold of this thread. You guys amaze me. What talent.

Yes I am known for sarcasm but not this time, you guys rock. Great poetry, cuz that's what it is, poetry. More please. eP.
 
yo my alignment
chaotic neutral and shit
devastating nonsense
i'm as sprite as they get
this isn't dungeons and dragons
this is totally legit
I'm rolling 20's mo'fucker
don't you ever forget

a human fighter, strength of 18 men
destroying goblins left and right
initiative begins again
gotta roll to hit what's their ac one more time
ok I rolled a 17 let's do damage to dragon kind

dodging fireballs
and getting poisoned in the well
light sticks fired up and leading
saving friends with holy spells

now we're fighting the boss and damnit jim
why did you die
he's immune to physical damage
damnit jim we didn't lie

but now he's dead and here's his treasure
bag of holding now is ripping
ripping doors off of their hinges
acid from the locks is dripping

and we're heading back into the town
with jims smelly left ear
cause we're casting spells and killing things
and jim will be right back here....
once we save his dumb ass again....
 
the quietest riot
a silent vortex of red
these faint hues shine through
the night
away
we fled
 
oh winter
your death will be my holiday
the snow's still here but it's too late
the sun is back from it's smoke break
the ice melts back into the lake
and all the kids come out to play

oh winter
I'm back to riding motorcycles
back to wearing shorts and sandals
back to planning epic scandals
hanging out with friends and neighbors
work and play both now and later

oh winter
im glad that I can step outside
without the pain of frost burned eyes
without the wind with knives inside
that cut to bone and nerves are fried
when driving on that icey ride

oh winter now we have to say goodbye
oh winter... I'll see you after summer.
peace


:Sharing One:
 
my soul
my multicolored light
above the lenses emitting
stellar gifts for the living
green sifts for the rhythm

day light
driven in the cells
follow nature father time
aging teacher if the mind can get stronger
why's the body feeling weaker
 
this is in the works

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they'll warn you about me
say go without me
say I'm troubled damaged goods
wave a yellow flag
and go around me

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I'm gunna extrapolate/expound later. Nightros, AFN.

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2.0
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They'll warn you about me, say go without me
say I'm troubled damaged goods
wave a yellow flag and go around me

maybe i got a bolt loose
some of my marbles were scattered
my soul was dragged down kicked and battered
my whole being was shattered

the anvil harder than carbon
the hammer quicker than lightning
my body reacted quickly
and now I look pretty frightening

cause my busted nose hooks
cheeks been cut to the jowels
a mauled mountain of bones
cratered figure on the prowl

and I can pull a smile off
but often memories are hazy
of the summer time spent
in my head just being lazy

but my winter time blues
sunk deep into the muscle
and the spring time rain
soaks the streets and slows my hustle
but the summer time sun shine
peaking through the clouds
has me wishing for the music fest
and dancing in the crowds

so to summarize the fiction i've presented in this verse
if you're looking for the truth it's in my eyes and not from earth
 
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yes gradolabs, you've carried the vibe
picked it up and all in stride
another yeuling to the tide
you brought it on and haven't lied,
poetic verse that's twisted still
and wrapped upon a frosty sill
its winter time and cold and still,
inside our homes we flush the chill
respect your rhymes, they're pretty ill,
I thank you sir, for things like these,
a comforting my mind appeased,
until the time i wrote again,
you carried on, like trusted friend,
I'll Thank You now, but this wont end,
'cause we will rhyme again my friend!
 
Start us off then chum...................
 
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