Stories tagged “rhyme”
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Bouts-Rimés Part Deux: The Changeling
She was as boundless as the sky— No ring upon her finger, No hand upon her thigh— There was no place she longed to linger. She watched no standard clock As she danced below the moon. Then men descended like a flock, Resolved to make her swo...
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Naughty Rhyming Haiku
That girl likes to hump Makes the bed go: thump, thump, thump please, no one pump chumps
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Doubt
Doubt: the lack of ability to believe that something could ever be true. Tears us apart. Fills our minds with poison Drives me up a wall. Rips out my heart. Clouds out better reason. They’ll all watch as we fall.
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Two Little Dead Boys
One fine day in the middle of the night, His brother hugged his arms to himself, huddling close behind him as always; in fear, for warmth, or just because he always had. The boy didn’t know nor particularly care, he was just glad there was one wh...
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The Watering Hole
Narrowed eyes, In grass, disguised, The lion licks his lips. Aware, alert, Gazelles tap dirt As they take cautious sips. The lion, crouched, Awaits the pounce That brings him to his prey. With muscles tense, In thickets dense, He dawdles, daring fate. ...
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Contradictions
You Dismiss me Then you “miss me” Oblivious of causing misery Taking me skeptically… seriously? I bet you’re also voluminous when hush, Stupid but simultaneously straight A studious, Sound asleep while wide-awake and resting in ...
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Rhyme
It’s funny, that I’m taking all this time, Just sitting here, Trying to write this rhyme. I guess it’s just how I sort my thoughts. Take everything in my head and arrange it into plots. Through this rhetoric I can express myself, Pack...
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MC T.
(MC T. snatches the mic from mid-air and climbs up on stage.) “Mc Mess and Muffin Talk tough but they’re bluffing— Straight blowing the mic When they’re huffing and puffing Put those air-heads on a spike And watch ‘em pop ...
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Return of the Mack (MC T.)
(MC T. exits the ladies room and buttons up his shirt. Muffled cries call out for him to come back. He gets back up on stage.) ‘Rorschach’ has the cadence of a sneeze Try to run another rhyme This seance severs your souls Achilles And you’ve got ...
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Krulltar Shmulltar
Krulltar is like a vulture But can’t hold down the rotten scraps He rips off of vulgar culture So he regurgitates them in raps. Game over We differ I’m better You’re bitter I’m the pull You’re the giver I’m in contro...
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A Talk With ElshaHawk
ElshaHawk, I don’t mean to ruffle feathers But we have to talk Ouch! keep your talons on the leather! My arm is not a chopping block! You clumsy flesh shredder! Where were we? Oh yes, your walking— That way you waddled about to back up your...
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Pastry Puff McMuff
Mc Muffin still wants lessons? I can sleepwalk his expressions Off the steep stocks of great depressions He needs my permission to cheap talk— His voice I keep locked in D-Block prisons With Elsha, Krulltar, and Mess All confined with their weak ...
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Muffin Enjoys Jazzercise
Dear Muffin (A.K.A. Pastry Puff McMuff), Jazz class? You obviously meant Jazzercise— You’re the tight clothes type who gets a rise From sweat rolling down the thighs of guys. Your words are grassy like cow pies They’re easily mowed do...
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Joe Is Not Even Slightly Mighty On Da Mic
Is Joe mighty? His flow politely goes Down nightly And rises with a brown nose, Unsightly, Wearing Elsha’s clothes— Joe is likely To sing solo’s In a satin nighty At “White Swallows” A bar in San Francisco’s District...
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Dear Muffin, Elsha, Krulltar, Mess, Joe, And Wift... *ahem
I’m an American. Monroe equals Marilyn. Taebo Hoe equals Muffin. I’m a good mic samaritan. I’ve withstood Six punk aryans Who think they’re ‘hood’— Blaring arrogant tangents A five-year-old could. It’s a...
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Drink of the Devil
Baiting traps Satan laps The blood of souls Gushing from bullet holes.
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Divine Doorway
I glimpse through the key hole Of heavens door, Waiting, Watching time’s architecture Creating My life’s touch and texture.
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Gall
I am writing mainly To unwrinkle meaning (Provided my inspired iron’s steaming) Does reality stitch into what I’m dreaming? Or vice versa? Consider ying-yang colored orcas Swimming in froth topped mochas I don’t know Where my mind wi...
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Comprehension
I still can’t tell If there’s supposed to be yolk inside the shell Or oyster, or chocolate, or a moistened esophagus Expelling voices and mist As the soul enters the cold Shedding its bodily interest.
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Hour Glassed People of Sand
Taste Chocolate context Displaced Muscle flexed In the mirror faced Lost in text Guiding with haste Lighting paths Biting down laughs Phasing Everlasting Electric like tasing Empty like fasting Tempting like flesh Under covers Wonder and guess Gentle l...
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Sleeping Painter
She stirs Under covers When dreams occur, Within streams of color, Where swimming silhouettes Trail wet pallet pleasure Over her pale picture.
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The Price To Call
So, I raise everything you know. To call would take all of the names for snow, Every pronunciation of love linked with every lyrical vocal, Language and math, And a by hand biograph Written in sanscrit With the paw of a kitten. To raise Would take a ...
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Wandering Eyes
A stare is aloft, Soft like the air, In silence it walks Atop who talks To me— those who care, Who have my ear, But not my eyes— They wander to where I’d rather sit If I could only fit In over there.
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Over Dose
Falling, spilling, Spitting, flailing. Look at yourself— you filthy fucking mess. Come over here and see A high school dropout Drunk and high on meth With vomit and cigarettes On his breath, Come see how squirming inconsiderates Are erased in ...
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Let's Die!
Let’s die! You and I. Without asking why Or saying good bye. No caring. No whimper. No cry. No big fuss Because I Would just Like to know What it’s like to ultimately let go. Your life is only the making of Death: The Show. Come on! DonR...