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Lennox Trim Mar 2021
Learned more from this pain than i ever did from a church.
Listening to your gut but make sure you detox it first.
**** be killin me softly, leave me in a Hearse,
Never a good thing when i hear from you first.
Be careful what you see,
even salt look like sugar,
Maturity is not throwing salt when you know you could've,
And not smackin ******* when you know you should've.
People Be like "oh i miss you"
**** i miss me too.
Had to use these teflon tissues to get me thru,
You not alone, **** i wanna be with me too,
Deadass On some days , smiles were too good to be true.
I be business minded when i be minding my business.
And ****** be ******* and ******* be on some ***** ****.
Overcame this novocain,
Recasted the impression of depression,
Ring around the rosary,
Never relying on religion.

Im from a home of funny bones
And My elbows been ashy,
I knew It would take more than macaroni art to kraft me,
And i been itching for this platform
If you ask me,
I used to wonder if i was a real person.
I used to wonder like what's my real purpose?
When i was young ,I taught my shadow to stick to my toes,
When lifes a battle, I fought to stick to mottos.
As a poet i never looked at it this way,
I never booked myself for this reading.
I was overbooked.
I bookmarked my favorite moments ,
I been forever overlooked.
And never understood what "more" ment,
I been overcooked.
The preheating of this season left me bleeding.
This farenheit left me heavy breathin
No fear of heights but Excuse me while I fall from
- grace -
me with your presence and
These broken promises,
Never been transparent to this degree,
Had to leave that monster house.
That was my American horror story.
I used to be couped up,
Had to tell double d to get outta my laboratory,
See mfs want my jazz but not my blues,
They Wanna be in my class but aint payed they dues,
Yall be Morally incorrect,
....More or less...
Lately i been Moralless,
Need to get saved no church bells ,
Put me on the zach Morris list,
These rhymes be like my confessions,
Front row seat to my ascension,
Carry out this life to which we've been sentenced,
Delivery me from evil - with even more incentives,
I dream in MLA format.
Double spaced a letter to my younger self,
Just some **** I wish i told the older me
A ***** laundry list of things I thought ought to be owed to me,
My OCD be blowin me,
Need all my ducks in a row,
My prolonged silence been leading this Crescendo,
Im not playing NO GAMES, fuxk you and your Nintendo.
KorbydAngyle Mar 1
When what truth which eases essential vanity
  defines the next thought
There is another mephesto, hunting, dreaming
  believing tearing a heart
******, pale, defined by gaunt avail, the true nuisances acclaim
Pith and torrid, bounced about frail victims now fraught  
Whom Etched stayed chiseled caustic
     Sanskrit cleanses avarice now from  
      sentient words of Angels ... to whom do you belong?

Made from deviant pillars which hold the Earth
  and fear ever essence
Kneading it’s morbid vows emblems of Satan
    worthy of every marriage and within every vow

Listen, one must listen to deliverance so demure so
  loutonous so as the evil one’s appear
More than masks abiding by the glamourous defense
Pretend for those that scheme together with the best
Soon shall endurance and the sanctimonious
curtsy snipes make less
   ...of the more

And the more shall bleed moralless
  as the need flails at sallow wisdomless one's
Liche dancing queen haughty breasted women
   and *** for hire clean
Lest our virtue stand betwixt the void and who doth
thou claim to be
Malevolent jists benevolent yearly cherubs
and seasonal witches  
Shall all scree and scribe
And make eschuance zenith for the  Drachnire flames from eternity ...that spilled their spells to Heaven... are defied by the existence of the great ones’... inculcation, step, hold, believe not

What little of death did the game afore- now waylays for what  
   little symposium or affective ascensional
     rights forced to valiance

Once and inside cut by knife once again
Did soist wenches their heroes and the Gods now believe  
  hold the cause to effect trying to moushet; flagrant violence peace affronts validation nuances and complete glory for gang revolution
You were never meant to be understood.
For you're not a puzzle to decipher,
A book to analyze,
Nor a mathematical problem to solve.
Let me admire you—
Not through your looks,
But through your gaze.
Stare onto me so deeply;
Let me be fully absorbed by you—
That I needn't to unravel your wholeness.
Through my gaze,
And through your eyes,
I know you.

— The End —