Poetry about longing, nightmares and insanity, mostly expressed in the fine form of Shakespearean sonnets.
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Does trump kno more than 50 vocabulary words or nah.
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Five Years of Fighting
Five years of fighting and I still stand strong Two hundred million laboured beats passed by And still my broken heart just beats along, Still only spirits keep my spirit high.
And yes, it gets more easy to forget, Most easy to forget is why to live. You give your best each single day, I bet, But time will come when nothing’s left to give.
Five years of fighting, and they took their toll. I fought to live, to hate, even to spite. Emotions that were too weak after all: I’m old and bitter, tired of the fight.
And truly can you call yourself alive When highest hope is simply to survive?
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Five Years of Fighting
Five years of fighting and I still stand strong Two hundred million laboured beats passed by And still my broken heart just beats along, Still only spirits keep my spirit high.
And yes, it gets more easy to forget, Most easy to forget is why to live. You give your best each single day, I bet, But time will come when nothing’s left to give.
Five years of fighting, and they took their toll. I fought to live, to hate, even to spite. Emotions that were too weak after all: I’m old and bitter, tired of the fight.
And truly can you call yourself alive When highest hope is simply to survive?
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Five Years of Fighting
Five years of fighting and I still stand strong Two hundred million laboured beats passed by And still my broken heart just beats along, Still only spirits keep my spirit high.
And yes, it gets more easy to forget, Most easy to forget is why to live. You give your best each single day, I bet, But time will come when nothing’s left to give.
Five years of fighting, and they took their toll. I fought to live, to hate, even to spite. Emotions that were too weak after all: I’m old and bitter, tired of the fight.
And truly can you call yourself alive When highest hope is simply to survive?
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Let’s all hang and get high on sonnets.
a) because that would not be avant-grade
b) how is any of that different than tumblr
*blows vape rings into the air
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Thanks! Not sure how I deserve this, but thanks! @twcpoetry
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Thanks for the words on my rap. You're absolutely right. I do hate the way my voice sounds at some times and the ending, although it was supposed to be faster, is just not powerful enough. If I had the time, I would have taken another month of vocal training before putting this out, but I'm going on vacation and wanted to get at least a first version of this out of my head so I can really enjoy the trip and also gather some feedback on if and how to proceed.
The if being answered with a clear yes from your comment and a few others, the how will probably mean looking into getting a different mic (this one was borrowed from a friend) , rerecording this piece when I'm back from Thailand and working on new material then. Also, being more selective with beats, this was all a kind of fast and loose experiment. I do enjoy this style of more-loose-than-sonnets-more-formal-than-rap.
Ok guys, this is the big one I’ve been teasing for the last month or so. I’ve put so much work into this it’s ridiculously and I still don’t like where it is. But this is the first one. This is not the top studio quality song, this is the one I’ll be looking back on, laughing about how much I changed.
Please speak your mind about this. Any comment is appreciated. Hell, tell me you hate my voice, I certainly do so myself after listening to it over and over again. Also, I will dedicate a poem to the first person to overanalyze the lyrics.
Beat: www.rappers.in/de/beat-189856.html
Lyrics:
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Ok guys, this is the big one I’ve been teasing for the last month or so. I’ve put so much work into this it’s ridiculously and I still don’t like where it is. But this is the first one. This is not the top studio quality song, this is the one I’ll be looking back on, laughing about how much I changed.
Please speak your mind about this. Any comment is appreciated. Hell, tell me you hate my voice, I certainly do so myself after listening to it over and over again. Also, I will dedicate a poem to the first person to overanalyze the lyrics.
Beat: www.rappers.in/de/beat-189856.html
Lyrics:
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Seems like everyone’s struggling with number seventy-six.
http://allanegory.tumblr.com/post/149878998175/allanegory-ok-guys-this-is-the-big-one-ive
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Ok guys, this is the big one I’ve been teasing for the last month or so. I’ve put so much work into this it’s ridiculously and I still don’t like where it is. But this is the first one. This is not the top studio quality song, this is the one I’ll be looking back on, laughing about how much I changed.
Please speak your mind about this. Any comment is appreciated. Hell, tell me you hate my voice, I certainly do so myself after listening to it over and over again. Also, I will dedicate a poem to the first person to overanalyze the lyrics.
Beat: www.rappers.in/de/beat-189856.html
Lyrics:
Keep reading
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Ok guys, this is the big one I’ve been teasing for the last month or so. I’ve put so much work into this it’s ridiculously and I still don’t like where it is. But this is the first one. This is not the top studio quality song, this is the one I’ll be looking back on, laughing about how much I changed.
Please speak your mind about this. Any comment is appreciated. Hell, tell me you hate my voice, I certainly do so myself after listening to it over and over again. Also, I will dedicate a poem to the first person to overanalyze the lyrics.
Beat: www.rappers.in/de/beat-189856.html
Lyrics:
Keep reading
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Ok guys, this is the big one I’ve been teasing for the last month or so. I’ve put so much work into this it’s ridiculously and I still don’t like where it is. But this is the first one. This is not the top studio quality song, this is the one I’ll be looking back on, laughing about how much I changed.
Please speak your mind about this. Any comment is appreciated. Hell, tell me you hate my voice, I certainly do so myself after listening to it over and over again. Also, I will dedicate a poem to the first person to overanalyze the lyrics.
Beat: www.rappers.in/de/beat-189856.html
Lyrics:
You see an old dusty page and you ask what has remained Of all the countless verses of love, trials and pain. Well, the truth is, to be ruthless, there never has been more Than antiquated notions in an antiquated form. So let’s be honest while we’re on it and look again at the sonnet Fourteen lines in rhymes Like everyone’s done it Shakespearean experience Of elegance that won it A spot in my heart Where it got its part And took the leading role As channel of my art.
But after 150 pieces or maybe let it be half Variety decreases with each same old paragraph And while there’s more than on earth To nourish flourishing verse These formalities are worse- ning to look like a curse. And here with words I am fumbling And without heavenly tricks It seems like everyone’s struggling With number seventy six.
Look at grandpa’s recipe: two quatrains painting a picture Spice it up with a volta to obtain a nice mixture All coupled with a couplet synthetic as can be Twenty syllable solutions for the reader to agree The speaker condenses wisdom maintaining a calm composure Carefully crafting couplets conveying convenient closure. Be it sweet as it may this icing on the cake deceives And is leading away from reality into make believe.
The world’s still turning after fourteen of your lines Your love is not eternal cause you seal it with a rhyme. So what remains is a poet poetically disappointed Unable to write words in the way that he once enjoyed it. I will stop using told words, all used and old I will stop selling second hand what's already sold For if like grandpa I start dressing old words anew I’m not writing for me at best I’m writing for you
I am a travelling talesman, lost in a dead end To unravel my path I need a helping hand As I spent all of my power on what I used to enjoy I need ten dollars now to flip a singular coin And introduce a little anarchy To finally be able to break free And now I simply want to see If I pull through what can become of me
If you follow old idols too long to what can you truly amount So I will ditch the form of the sonnet to double my syllable count Now will you still be around? Yeah, well I guess I'll find out How many still listen when I will be spittin in free-verse and fully unbound With universally transferable skills I'm well-versed still all around A fever ignited by sick rhythm's burning my lyric prison to the ground Replacing my pentameter with a harder beat and the new inspiration I found, Discovering new lands now as a new man my fate has turned around.
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Ok, so I uploaded this thing to soundcloud two times and then deleted it again cause I found some errors and now apparently it’s sulking because my final version is being processed for over half an hour now.
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Finally a recording I’m somewhat satisfied with. Somewhat.
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I feel ya.
O Come All Ye Pornbots
O come, all ye pornbots. Juicy and repugnant. O come ye, o come ye on my tumblr. Come and behold Me, Born the King of Hipsters!
O come, let us adore Me, O come, let us adore Me, O come, let us adore Me, Monkey the Lord.
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Life lesson: either walk everywhere bare foot or be on your phone all the time. No matter how perceptive you think you are, you will step into some kind of shit.
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