PaperHurricanesAndPlanes

Oh, snippety snap, I'm back with a brand new rap... Chiggity check this, sucka.

Writer Of Fire

A writer with words etched into his steadily beating heart.
The black ink, burns with toxicity, and melts into his veins.
He engraves “writer” with an exacto knife, across his blood-bubbling chest.
All around him, a scene painted, of naturally burning embers.
A twilight, the sun is burning, in it’s last flaming hour,
Until the darkness comes for it’s twelve hour shift.

He sees a tub with a piece of wood, lying across it.
He sits, in the porcelain tub, bathing in fire.
The flames turn alcoholic, they drunkenly move, and lick his chest.
His brain, chugging, ideas suddenly form, so he spits words, onto the piece of bark.
His wrists, they writhe in an excitement. He spits the words as fast as he can.

He slowly and carefully, blows on the spit, and so it dries, the dark wetness stains
The wood. He leans back, and smiles, though the fires leave, he’s got it all down.
The masterpiece, his lifetime’s work, all in a spurt of spit.
Transferred to books that live forever and a day.
His body repairs and reassembles, as he staggers from the scene, back to his bed.
Feel his written a cappella, on these rent sheets, his black blood.

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Loser

I can't put into words how much that was great bravo!!

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"It's just so fuckin' weird. You write about this shit, and you're suddenly the spokesman for a fuckin' generation,......
Any generation that would pick Kurt or me as its spokesman -- that must be a pretty fucked up generation, don't you think?"

PaperHurricanesAndPlanes

That was faster than a virgin's orgasm. Holy crap. Thanks.

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Strummer521

I don't wanna be mean but....................................are you retarded? That doesn't rhyme. None of it rhymes. None, check-it none, check-it none of it rhymes son.

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Loser

poems don't have to rhyme

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"It's just so fuckin' weird. You write about this shit, and you're suddenly the spokesman for a fuckin' generation,......
Any generation that would pick Kurt or me as its spokesman -- that must be a pretty fucked up generation, don't you think?"

Strummer521

I know...but he said it was a rap. Which for all practical purposes does have to rhyme. Maybe rap is hipster slang for poem nowadays...if so, then I apologize.

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PaperHurricanesAndPlanes

Or, maybe I was being sarcastic? Just a thought.

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Strummer521

Weird use of sarcasm...but yeah let's go with that. You're innovating I guess. BTW I'm not as much of an @sshole as I probably seem to you right now. But you can understand the chagrin one feels upon reading what they think is a rap song and discovering that it doesn't rhyme. Now that I know it's a poem I can keep it simple and say "Hey. Not bad."

*Strummer will exit the thread permanently to avoid further embarrassment*

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Crowe

Lol this thread made me lose 19 calories from my chuckling.

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My silly experimental band:

www.myspace.com/boyfromthestarsmusic

either/or

theres no way this could be confused for rap. but then again it could be, like if it's rapping with ones soul, meaning talking backwards and forwards to yoself. oh snap its a good little piece of chicken though hurricane good work as usual aye.

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Painstaking devotion and love
Surrendered to self preservation
From others who care for themselves
A blindness that touches perfection
But hurts just like anything else

Isolation, isolation, isolation