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 Jun 2015 J
Gun Boy
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 Jun 2015 J
Gun Boy
what doesn't **** you makes you wish it did.
 Jun 2015 J
josin137
Rewind.
 Jun 2015 J
josin137
Please rewind the time,
To when it was only him,
With no one to squeeze the lime,
On this already cut skin.

Now it's only worst,
A feeling experienced twice,
Ready to re-burst,
To once again throw the dice

He made the world dim,
Only as revenge,
Again inside the rim,
Only in another's clench.


It was once a better thought,
Now a battle meant to fought.
 Jun 2015 J
Gun Boy
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 Jun 2015 J
Gun Boy
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Wanna know how I got these scars? My father was a drinker and a fiend. And one night he goes off crazier than usual. Mommy gets the kitchen knife to defend herself. He doesn't like that. Not. One. Bit. So - me watching - he takes the knife to her, laughing while he does it! Turns to me, and he says, "Why so serious, son?" Comes at me with the knife... "Why so serious?" He sticks the blade in my mouth... "Let's put a smile on that face!" And... why so serious?
 Jun 2015 J
josin137
You.
 Jun 2015 J
josin137
My poems were meant for you,
But I'm not so sure anymore.
 Jun 2015 J
Jane
You
 Jun 2015 J
Jane
You
Nights like this when I'm left alone,
Constantly staring at my phone,
Waiting for your name to be shown,
Are you avoiding me again? please don't.
I know you're not this heartless,
You're the first that made me felt wanted,
Are you taking me for granted,
Because I'm so sick and exhausted.
What did I do wrong this time,
I hope everything is fine,
Remember how our fingers intertwine,
And how I could call you mine.
 Jun 2015 J
Kuah Yee Han
Here we go
 Jun 2015 J
Kuah Yee Han
Come on, bro, we gotta put on a show
Keep up with the flow, we're doing this so
Turn off the lights, and I'll glow (Vanilla Ice reference)
A doe is a female deer, didn't you know?

With all these words I'll be put on death row
Doesn't matter, I'll continue to grow
While kneading the dough and ploughing the snow
I'm the rhythmic Van Gogh, let's take a trip to Bordeaux

To and fro on the lyrical train, don't have no woe
I see a siren's glow, whoops, time to lay low
You're from the Skid Row? I'm not though
Thanks for being my foe, guess you've learnt you reap what you sow

No cash I owe, a rhyming kilt I have to sew... Whoa, this is going way too slow but this little gift I bestow, please hold it in escrow. That'll be the quid pro quo and here we go.
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