Roses Are Red, and So Is Your PeriodRoses Are Red, And So Is Your PeriodRoses Are Red, and So Is Your Period1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Roses are red, nuts are brown.
Skirts go up, pants go down.
Body to body, skin to skin.
When it's stiff, stick it in.
It goes in dry and comes out wet.
And the longer it's in, the stronger it gets.
It comes out dripping and it starts to sag.
It's not what you think, it's a Lipton Tea Bag.
I don't know if this is a real thing. I just heard this from one of my friends. This is a disclaimer, if you will.
2nd prize- Megatron poemLife is hard to the chosen one,2nd prize- Megatron poem1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word
You dared to steal my destiny,
The true Prime is only one,
My brother became my enemy.
A strange sense of humor Fate has,
Inferior bugs kept me prisoner,
An ice coffin where I laid tense,
Just extinction will be your absolver.
The Autobot scum energon is shed,
I'm thirsty, but that bloody Prime doesn't die.
One of those mean bugs attacked
The needed Allspark in my chest and bye bye!
But a true warrior never gives up
Even from the darkest depths I shall rise
With no Prime we'll see a breakup
But fighting in Egypt wasn't very wise.
'Retreat' to a true warrior has such a bitter taste,
But Decepticons nevermore will languish in disguise,
Not using the old Prime would be such a waste!
My home Cybertron will revive, while Earth dies.
The old Prime shall not steal my revenge
From my digits I feel Victory had fled
I kick Sentinel's old aft beyond the abyss edge
But scrap, once again... I'm dead!
Now the name is Galvatron,
And again I'm back to the business
The Sky Is The Limit In This Sanctuary ZoneThe Sky Is The Limit In This Sanctuary ZoneThe Sky Is The Limit In This Sanctuary Zone2 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word
---In The Voice Of Sonic---
So here we are, we didn't get here by any fancy fast car.
We got here by that weird looking beam, it's the sort of thing I will never dream.
Knuckles looks wiped, but oh look The Death Egg is rising, it's time to get super hyped!
EggRobos are being released, could I and Tails be done? No sweat, it's time to have some Super Sonic fun!
Knuckles is on the move, he's jumped on to a switch, nice one dude the bridge is here, and now life isn't really a bitch.
He tells us to go, pointing right. Ok..........but gimme a sec, but he's right, the world is at stake, it's gonna be mighty tight.
This place rocks, jumping from one floating platform to the next, what the TAILS, this is no time to use that phone to text!
Here's one of those EggRobo's, oh no he broke Tails' phone, well it shouldn't be here anyway, no please Tails, please don't have a moan.
The EggRobo is beaten by one of my Super Sonic Spin Attacks, the animal is
The Rap Battle: Power vs MoneyMoney: In this world of greed my friend,The Rap Battle: Power vs Money2 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word
I am the king, and you are my hand.
Power: You are the dirty force behind all crimes,
as you make greed sing your rhymes.
Money: You accuse me of wrong sins,
while people hungry for you turn into fiends.
I am the one who runs trade and commerce,
and also the one who fills the coffers.
Power: You are just a replacement for the grains and food,
while your brother Barter was proved nothing but a fool.
I am the ultimate goal of humanity,
people wanting me can go mad in insanity.
Money: Look at the development due to Globalization.
I am the holy wealth that rules all nations.
Not a single thing can run without me.
That is why people say that ‘Time is Money.’
Look back and you will see a world of horror.
Then come I to raise its honor.
Gold and silver, and all the spices;
not only that, but also cotton and linen.
I am the reason for your very existence.
The first step to Power is to curb the expenses.
The Oxford CommaEat shoots and leaves, imagine the dramaThe Oxford Comma1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word
If you made use of the oxford comma!
FreestylzI'm the realest EMCee who'll ever be.Freestylz1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Yeah I know you want to be me.
But you can't even see. There's nothing you can possibly do that'll measure up to me.
I'm the epitome of greatness, you define fakeness.
I'm really that great, and I know you can relate.
I'm just in a manic state.
My thoughts are running late.
From this hell I can't escape.
I just express how I feel at the time.
It's not my fault I happen to rhyme.
But this happens every time. And it's so sublime. This moment frozen in time.
Captured line by line.
Word by word. It's so absurd how these feelings measure up to small expressions.
But words can also be weapons. To confuse or enrage. To lie and deceive.
Mental theives steal your focus.
And leave your mind filled with locusts.
When Uncle Bob carves the duckWhen UncleWhen Uncle Bob carves the duck1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Bob carves the duck
time is in the air
And my family is starting to prepare
put on their gear to bear
Uncle Bob carves the duck
cars come around the bend
They park in front of the house and
The relatives with bowls of blend
Uncle Bob with the duck
sits down in their chair
It's giving me quite a scare
know that it's there
Uncle Bob carves the duck
spread is actually quite a sight
Ice cream, veggies, and potatoes
It's kind of sad what happens tonight
Uncle Bob carves the duck
Bob gets up and makes his speech
About giving thanks and eating
He then gets out his knife, brand Deets
starts to carve the duck
flew all over the place
Veggies blasted off to outer space
everyone started to stuff their face
Uncle Bob carves the duck
my cousins were fighting over a yam
The chimney fell on Aunty
And grandmas hair got in the strawberry jam
Post Midterm Bluesi'm stressed, depressed, and under-dressed,Post Midterm Blues1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word
with sweats and sweets and what a mess.
a procrastinating pig-wallow of pity
and please not to mention i feel and look shitty.
It's that time in the Quarter when all seems now lost -
motivation, vacations, and all matching socks.
Went from 8 to a 4 with hair all askew
now I diet of ramen and flat Mountain Dew.
in past a clean room, clean desk, made-up bed
hair soft and done neatly on top of my head.
nails painted and primed and cared for and long
now ripped, chipped, and stripped and sadly all gone.
now hair a frizz ball tied tightly and pinned
and bed and desk cluttered with papers and bins.
distracted by shows and art projects forgotten-
then remember my work and of course i feel rotten.
but what to do when in a muddled, stressed funk
when all around you life puddles with junk
anything to do but what's needed gets done
then a sad train of thought halts the mind on the run.
nothing to do but to curl and cry
when you realize just half a Quart
Pan Erwin, ksiega XIII, cz. 2 [ERURI]Pan Erwin, ksiega XIII, cz. 2 [ERURI]1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Drugą część zaczęłam pisać zaraz po pierwszej (czyli mniej więcej 25/26 marca 2015 r.), ale skończyłam ją dopiero niedawno. Stwierdziłam, że rymy są zbyt urocze, by je zostawić. Poza tym otp nigdy za wiele xDD
Pierwsza część jest tutaj, gdyby ktoś nie czytał, a był ciekaw, o co tutaj się rozchodzi .
Ta część, jak i pierwsza, wzorowana była na miniopowiadanku na pół strony zeszytowej, napisanym już całkiem dawno temu.Tym razem nie ma nieprzyzwoitych słów (które zresztą uwielbiam) oraz scen, treść jest nawet nudnawa xDWciąż parodiowany jest styl z księgi XIII "Pana Tadeusza" przypisywanej Aleksandrowi Fredrze. Trzynastozgłoskowiec! xD
Skończyłam wierszyk, żeby nie zapomnie
Pasta wayRavioli ravioliPasta way3 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word
They gave me the formuoli
But sadly, my quiet life was then losta
To the wondrous joys of eating pasta
At least it was the ravioli,
And so I'll die so rad-ioli
At least it wasn't tortellini
For the noodles weren't so tortecleani
And if it were the small sea shells
Then, my friend, I'd be in hell
If the ones I consumed had been dreaded bowties
Then ever so quicker would be my demise
It could have been the macaroni
But sadly it was a maca-phoni
My pasta death may make me seem petty, but
Rest in spaghetti
What Sound Does a Platypus Make?The cow goes moo, the duck goes quackWhat Sound Does a Platypus Make?1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word
we know this knowledge as a fact
But how I ask you, how and why?
Do we not know the sound of the platypi?
Does it go quack, it has a bill?
Or does it chitter, odder still?
Does it hiss just like an adder?
I think that I’ll go set-tle this matter
The ripest platypus I see
I’ll go drop off a balcony
I must report, to my dismay
the results did not come out my way
I’m quite surprised, I do say that
the sound it made was simply