NaPoWriMo Catchup: Because I Had Work All This Time

I’m the best in the game and I ain’t even press start yet.

I’m livin’ and spittin’ like I’m on an outpatient wait list and they ain’t found a heart yet.

My life’s in a cart and fuck if I part with it before I’m at the checkout.

Now tell me I’m a keyboard warrior because I write raps in Notepad instead of on a scratch pad or an ink pad,

Like that makes my rhymes more bad?

Like it don’t make my flow cold like a polar ho on Bikini Atoll prior to an atom bomb turning the whole place blacker than coal.

Like if you retweet or hashtag any line like it’s set in a place or time when we rewind we’ll freeze frame and I’ll have one second of fame.

I think in my mind cyanide will only do half of the job,

When people steal, people jack, people rob,

Why people squeal, react, get heat up like corn on the cob,

That’s when people get popped. And you think a cop’s

Got less than a job to do when he’s through with dude

Who knows what they’re going through,

I don’t mean a police or task force but the man behind the badge

So when we fly a flag at half mast because some jag half-assed asked for a raise and blew up a school not because of who he praised but because there was no help for his brain we’ll join our hands and say:

"Pray for this to never happen again"

But it will, as long as mankind is only half of the word and recognizes the other half as being first, instead of recognizing that it is both a prefix and a suffix.

(That’s woman, in case you didn’t know)

I’m not conscious, I’m just a conscience with an objective of being conscientious so no body is an object of injustice.

NaPoWriMo Day 0: You

thehauntedbyhumans:

You are an explosion waiting to happen,
and though I have loved fireworks since I was a child,
I cannot imagine anything more dangerous
than longing for you to burst
when I know that the colors
that paint the sky on the fourth of july 
will not leak from your ruptured veins—
at least not for me.

NaPoWriMo Day 0: You

A series of unfortunate insecurities,

Of unnecessary origin,

Unknown in magnitude,

And unspecified, yet settled in.

Nothing but ambition,

culminating in decision,

Emphasizing preision,

Yet haste oft sabotages his mission.

Pictures and images of words in his mind,

Swirling and twirling and whirling divine.

Aspiring to rhyme, yet constricted by time,

And pressured to provide, all at one time.

inchells:

The bravest hobbit of them all.

it’s like Chuckie Finster all growed up

inchells:

The bravest hobbit of them all.

it’s like Chuckie Finster all growed up

(via fahdon-yurri)

#WiLDJAM949 TURN UP!!! (at SAP Center at San Jose)

to adapt to the game,

you adapt to the change,

whether you slang or you bang,

the way you angle a phrase

Only appraised by you, the poet

So no shame,

Even if you lame get weeded out,

That’s propane for your purple flame,

Diesel for your easel,

Lord please forgive the evil

hello tumblr how are you?

mlp4eternity:

duchessoftardis221b:

sm0keblunts:

tyleroakley:

Tumblr, pack your bags…


omg look how far away you would be from everyone you don’t like 

#THE STRENGTH OF OUR SHIPS CAN SAIL US THERE

mlp4eternity:

duchessoftardis221b:

sm0keblunts:

tyleroakley:

Tumblr, pack your bags…

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omg look how far away you would be from everyone you don’t like 

#THE STRENGTH OF OUR SHIPS CAN SAIL US THERE

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My name is Justin.

-Gamer
-Game Designer
- ~nerd-baller~

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