February 2012
4 posts
“fight against insomnia.”
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wewritewespeak:
it’s that 6 AM feeling you get when your insomniac tendencies point you towards restlessness. a restlessness you can’t ignore, something that threatens your sanity to the point of compulsory action. so you can’t help but to put on a jacket and step outside, into the cold that turns your breath into clouds and the wind that takes your breath away. a night that keeps the tip...
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everyone has a secret.
January 2012
7 posts
i write sparsely but i’m always thinking abundantly. my pure thoughts lose to impure actions. where the only life i seem to live is one of regret and shame. with all my sins laid out bare, i contemplate what all humans think, and express them in the words that we’re all thinking. i’m not really good at first impressions, and i’m bound to leave you with a bitter aftertaste....
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wewritewespeak:
hello, they call me socially awkward. my names are vain and lies. i live on the corner of deceit and shame. my silver tongue pushes words at the speed of verb, often littered with half-truths crafted at temperatures below reality. sometimes they call me disappointment, because i can never deliver. gifting the world with a symphony of stars, all of which fall to the ground in...
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the guys want their girls to be the baddest out there. the girls want their guys to be the classiest out there. we’re filled with the desires of our lives and the greatest of them are our expectations for those we find ourselves in relationships. we tell ourselves things like: oh, i want my girl this tall, this skinny, with hair this long and colored just in this shade, i want her contacts...
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December 2011
4 posts
tell the truth;
i can tell no lies. love is eternal, hope is futile. the sun rises in the west and never sets. my shoelaces tie themselves, your hair can wash itself. words are forever.
i can tell no lies. fruit falls into the sky, when the trees let them go. you’re blind in the light, and able to see in the night. this is a lie.
i can tell no lies. electrons are attracted to each other. shadows spawn...
prayer ii
i know it’s been a while since we last talked, there’s a fine line between what seems right, and what seems wrong. i know you come to fill my cup when it’s empty, and you open your door whenever i knock. keep me steady, never ready when it hits me. you speak to me, although it’s not literally, you speak louder in the silence than metaphors and similes. my fractured faith...
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if break ups were real;
wewritewespeak:
a relationship is only as deep as you perceive it to be, and we only give it as much meaning as we lend it. but every time we get ourselves into a relationship, we tell ourselves: ‘this is the one, the last time i fall in love.’ so when the relationship dissolves, we break up and break down. we try our hardest to forget, we try our hardest to move on. but in reality, it’s...
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when i speak my mind i’m seen as lyrically mystical. weaving rhymes with frequency that often pretentiously show the metaphysical. a precocious bit of intellectual remedy, vilified by my preemptive wizardry. the union was pseudo-physical, longer distance than the bars between the pseudo-integrity of my rhythmical building. i haven’t written in such a long time that i feel like...
October 2011
2 posts
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imagine there’s a quality i can’t taste in my coffee. it makes me dance like nobody is watching. it turns the beat up so i can’t hear the rhymes proper. i’m not visually appealin’, but my verse looks better. the beat of my heart that i spit on, spins vinyls like propeller. i look like Joe Metro rockin’ broken headphones. that orchestral masterpiece that keeps...
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September 2011
4 posts
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a pack a day keeps life at bay;
it’s hard to describe the first time. the first time your lips touched a filter, the first time you inhaled, and exhaled watching the smoke swirl into the stars. that first time you coughed, and how you realized how much easier it was after every breath. it became casual, you no longer told yourself to do it, your hands automatically went towards the carton. your hand instinctively reached...
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“everyone with a camera is a photographer but, the quality of the product depends...”
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misguided affections;
i’m gonna give you bullshit reasons why we have to break up. i’m gonna make it so convincing that even i’ll believe it. i’m gonna tell you it isn’t gonna work out. i’m gonna tell you that it’s me and not you. i’m gonna tell you that i can’t respect myself enough to respect you. i’m gonna convince you, in order to convince myself, that...
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what makes my story different from yours?
the pain of deciding whether you want to do the same thing as everyone else or deviate. when there’s a hero in all of us, what can we do but slay our demons, or submerge ourselves in the waters of our unconscious? to save the world, we must project the inflections of our minds on a canvas that’s already been filled. something in the hues of the human spirit and shades of humility. we...
August 2011
7 posts
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“let me be the quote that inspires you.”
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lies buried in our rhymes;
wewritewespeak:
it seems like night doesn’t exist for those of us who speak lyrically, cause in our sleep we dream bright like starlight infinity. we slave after our art just to be able to taste that coveted liquid bliss. if we play the game long enough, we’ll learn to share syllables across suns. but our message is always the same, we speak confidently that we’re at the top of the game, always...
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“it’s not whether or not you deserve your situation. it’s whether or...”
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Chapter 5ive;
click here if you missed the other parts.
for the next few months Alex and Lucas would spend every chance they could together. their relationship grew, from a budding shyness to a strong understanding of each other. it almost seemed as though they were textbook lovers. texting and calling whenever they had time to spare, although they lived in the same city, they seemed to live separate lives....
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July 2011
8 posts
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he breathes deeply as his fingers wave to and fro. he makes sure his hands aren’t too far below. a melody can be heard as he continues to measure the beat. listen carefully as you take your seat. there’s no rest for the weary, there’s yet too much work to invest. there is seaweed yet to weave, and jellyfish ready to be lit. crustaceans await to be called to click, while whales...
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stream of consciousness;
wewritewespeak:
bear with me on this one, it may be just another metaphor that you’ve heard a million times over. but if life were a body of water, it’d be a river. the privileged have spots along the banks upstream so their filth ends up on the heads of the unfortunate. so when anyone takes a metaphorical step away from humanity, all they see on the surface is the dirtiness of the proletariat,...
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figures of the dead past stare blankly ahead. i am transfixed by the allure of their stark alacrity. a glow still hides in their sixth century eyes. where tea sets that pretend to be calligraphy paraphernalia strangely reflect the plasticity of humanity’s bane: vanity. six armed, tri-faced buddhas write the poetic calligraphy of the past. they keep an unblinking attentive gaze that pierces...
the room;
there is a room somewhere near the corner of your peripheral. a room seven feet squared and walls seven feet high. the inside covered in whitewash, bare with no furnishings or any sign of life. if you look closely, there’s a small doorway of about a foot high. there is no door but, there’s a metal grating of intertwined iron that crosses itself and where the metal touches itself, it...
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“the author of life wrote his own end to give us a chance to write our own.”
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[collab] life's a dizzy maze;
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life treats us to a maze. like mice, we’re stuck following the same ways. with our habits as puppet strings ruining our potential freedom but, if we open our third eyes, we can see the portraits. snapshots of our memories, an incessant museum, cruelty. be fooled not by our failures be guided by our triumphs and successes they have already brought us this far as the concepts begin...
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trips on vacation;
trekking down the old part of town, i can’t see through this urban daze. the seoul smog is lit from the end of the tailpipe. the real hotbox ain’t the haze of LA. the smoke touched ground, heavy enough to choke a toddler in a strolla. hoppin’ on board the KTX railway, hittin’ up the countryside, been a decade since the last replay. where you trade the concrete jungle, for...
June 2011
9 posts
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Evidence of Pride;
i’m here to...
sometimes i’m afraid that i’ve settled for mediocrity. that, in the infinite perspective of everything i’ve ever encountered, i’ve been led and convinced that ordinary is a perfectly viable way to go about things. somehow, fate has decided that no matter how hard you strive towards an ideal of desire, you’ll fall short and end up being average. that there’s no...
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the ground moves faster the closer it is. it doesn’t matter if the road you take is off the beaten path. it doesn’t matter because it’ll always have you back-peddling. the next time you shift gears, you’ll glance behind yourself. the past has never moved this fast before. the inescapable nature has you peddling faster than a pianist. once you hit the hill that takes you to...
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“and that, fortunately or unfortunately, man is so made that he can suffer long...”
– “Les Misérables” -Victor Hugo
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“the frustration that comes with knowing where you want to be but not knowing how...”
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Thugz Mansion [Acoustic] ft. Nas, J. Phoenix...
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of light, of dark;
cheredao:
personone:
i am light.
what darkness cannot exist without. the warmth that you wake up to, inhaling my every exhalation. i’m what you call the brilliance in your heart. without me, you would never see my art. i come in color, hue and shade. with age, i’m what makes real art fade. but, without darkness i am gripped with lament. without her, i can never see the sunset. i punch in her...
what if you wake up one day,
and you find out that your entire life was a lie. that everyone around you was part of an experiment in which the subject (you) was told everyday of your life that you were talented and intelligent far beyond the norm. that, you had spent your entire life believing such words, only to find them untrue. the most unsettling part is that everyone knew but neglected to tell you.
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from beyond the campfire;
wewritewespeak:
this is for the one i once loved. our love didn’t need a criteria. we didn’t let a single metaphor define our love, instead, ours was universal. it had so many facets that it didn’t matter that we would define it in terms of a dance, a poem, a song, or a vignette. we fell in love so, it only became natural that we fell out of it. i said “babe, why’d you have to go and do me...
May 2011
9 posts
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when we fall in love we'll write poetry together.
then whisper it softly to each other.
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bars over sixteen;
this shit’s like spittin’ “diamonds are forever” insanity stems from deviations from normality. everybody fears the tenacity of a prophecy. mind over matter, a fact never remembered, this is a haiku, a form of art lost almost forever. writing poetry is like pretending to be concise. cause every word has to pay off like the prophet of economy. everyday is like committing...
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umbilical;
skeptics and true believers, see and hear what they preach, it’s how they view their world. they tell me to express myself, but the only time they listen, is when i sell myself. till my heels click steady. when my rhymes balance hazy. like fate crashing keenly. so here i sit, shaping my rhymes to fit this beat. a threadbare testimony on my bare-feet. is there a reason i am still in your...
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