Creative Writers - Showcase!

[Yah-hah]

Wrote me than me and Fa-Q

[classthe_king]

Why isn't there any Sentus work? I came in here wanting to read Sentus's.

I feel Sentus feels insulted by not adding him...

Mc Maybe said it was cause I was getting so much attention that people thought I was the only one with the Black name so he wanted to let people know about Fa-Q and Yah-Hah too

[DƎRDYPK]

Why isn't there any Sentus work? I came in here wanting to read Sentus's.

I feel Sentus feels insulted by not adding him...

Mc Maybe said it was cause I was getting so much attention that people thought I was the only one with the Black name so he wanted to let people know about Fa-Q and Yah-Hah too

doesn't change the fact this thread could use some Sentus

[DƎRDYPK]

ohh yeah maybe deleted his shit so the showcase isn't even here

double post & a

[Bistnal]

ohh yeah maybe deleted his shit so the showcase isn't even here

double post & a

Except that someone quoted Maybe's post so it is still there..about half way down the first page

[Yah-hah]

So dope we need TWO bots

[$0 R3@L]

ok...

Cats life is hard to live and i explain this to you in poem form.

i am a cat, i like to nap /
i wear a hat, and am slighty fat /
i want a rat, so i lay a trap /
where the rodents at? , i need a map!

Cats life is hard to live and i explain this to you in poem form by soreal

copyright 2010 all rights reserved

[Yah-hah]

ok...

Cats life is hard to live and i explain this to you in poem form.

i am a cat, i like to nap /
i wear a hat, and am slighty fat /
i want a rat, so i lay a trap /
where the rodents at? , i need a map!

Cats life is hard to live and i explain this to you in poem form by soreal

copyright 2010 all rights reserved

That shit was dope

[$0 R3@L]

ok...

Cats life is hard to live and i explain this to you in poem form.

i am a cat, i like to nap /
i wear a hat, and am slighty fat /
i want a rat, so i lay a trap /
where the rodents at? , i need a map!

Cats life is hard to live and i explain this to you in poem form by soreal

copyright 2010 all rights reserved

That shit was dope

yo word bruh
we should hook up and shiz and lay some hot wax-izzle

[stanislavlekarev]

Yr lyrics heavy,and speak right to point.Like Em dont be afriad to speak the truth.What has happened to our Red People is a GOD awful disgrace!!!!! BUT ........I luv those lyrics,keep up the good work!!!!!

Yah-hah

Mocasins and Red Chucks

In the land of people rockin them mocasins where only the roughest go
Dare me to run with bare feet well my people have the toughest "soles",
The toughest flow, the swing of my ax to ya back oh how I love it so,
Like clearing the roughest throat my veins are Siberia Russian cold,
I'm fearing nothing so I'm here bustin domes while shearin ya muscle tone,
Starvinand bleeding bringin back scraps from the garden of Eden stealin the "apple" from this fucker's throat,
Let this fucker know exactly where my knuckles go,
Hey class, come take a look at my structure bro,
Off topic this blocks' blockin my way, Zu grab the cutters yo,
Native American people makin heroin needles stick straight in ya muscles (woah)
I'm fuckin yo busted flows in the open, flowing where the thunder rolls,
I'm somethin so, rugged, touch it leave with a busted skull,
I'm cussin so ya cousins know I'm comin with somethin cold but hey wat you runnin fo,
I'm runnin slow, micheal myers bustin flows, carvin ya fuckin dome until something shows,
Gravedancers racin, take cancer patients and ram there face in till they want some mo',
Fuckin ya mothers throat till it slits like her wrists, revive her then fuck your mothers soul,
She's screamin it's wonderful, ***** an waving like 'the fuck you crumpin fo',
I run the show 100 lines that rhyme with only one to go,
Screamin FUCK THE COLD in my mocasins stompin it shit even the summer knows,

Runnin out of breath quick he needs more oxygen yall!
!00 pounds of multies won't leave till he's droppin em off
100 intact heads that scream when I'm choppin em all,
I'm stompin em all till the beads on my mocasins fall,

Listenin to the babbling of my Composition instructor,
English? I already speak it and I won't listen so fuck her,
I'm finding my teacher kill her behind the bleachers,
Bury her with the primal creatures who'd like to keep her,
You rhymin weaker, Me? I'ma different kinda of beast sure,
I'm so hardcore I'm usin knives and cleavers as sinus tweasers,
Comparin who's knive is cleaner but bitch mine is deeper,
Inside your features leavin you tastless an scarred I believe her,
This Native is hard leavin you faceless and charred and my wife is meaner,
I fight the reaper he uses his sickle well but my sickle cells made me find that dreams hurt,
I tried to leave dirt so I threw down my shovel to go find a clean shirt,
Arrive with weed sure to make Derdy and Roc bleed worse,
Surely you'll not bleed first with homo low blows to make your seeds burst,
Wait wat the hell does that mean seems like keys work,
Red chucks to leave you dead fucked and scream, curse,
Catch a head rush when the lead stuck until your dreams burst,
Strangle you with my dreamcatcher neck caught in the fine beadwork,
Stompin out your eyes with my red chucks they fresh but now you're blind to sneakers

I try to keep her alive but as soon as she said "wat",
I caught a headrush so know she's still with her head "bust"
All these bad things I've said so, she necro I say she's "dead fucked"
So until the lead rust I follow through your molecules with my red chucks

Look how far I can count

I strain to shut off the world outside me,
But I can't cover my ears when my arms are tied behind me,
It's not likely that I'll ever be famous,
Hell I'm not sure I even know what fame is,
I'm not blameless but I do my best to cover my sins,
To cover them in the color of sin right under my skin,
My lovers, my friends how can I win this,
If I quit this as soon as I get this,
This script is fucked, it wasn't written for me,
They said you can have the world and I took it literally,
So miserably I skimmed my fingers across these pages,
I grow impatient with my fist running across these faces,
I'm lost with patients with no patience from my own center,
My own liver shoved in this fine-stone blender,
I'm no winner with no angel wings to save me,
Only my baby to make me sain yet I'm crazy,
Amazing how quickly my words turn to a new subject,
Once again I'm left in such smooth unrest,

I just continue to type, let my fingers run freely,
Till my fingers linger and I run screaming,
yet I'm the one reading the death of my own work,
My own hurt is what buries me in my own dirt,
Simple rhythm has soothed my flow,
Forgetting the words in the lyrics that I used to know,
I used to go but woah this whole world is gettin scary now,
My hands are trapped in the graves where I'm cemetary bound,
Stuck in this cemetery now rest my dome on this headstone,
When my heads blown, pull the trigger till the leads gone,
I'm headstrong but my legs are so weak,
When this fear strikes me from my head to my feet,
From my death till I'm seen as maybe not the greatest,
Cause I'm not famous,but as the Native who changed it,
From gang hits on racists when we blame shit on the same bitch,
My fames risked when they see wat my true face is,
My blade on your neck this is how you lose face kid,
My true race is RED in both senses,
Both witnessed the gross twisted hopelessness,
That flows in this rope's swiftness, my notes quickness,
My quotes gifted in the fact it was wrote senseless,
They are both witness to this bloodshed,
Native and Bloody thug said his blood's red,
So with this bandanna burned are all of my sins covered?
Or is my twin lover stuck in thunder of sins' mother,
This cover can only reach from my nose to my feet,
I'm five feet deep with only one foot to reach,
I'm the towns sacrifice and there about to get rid of me,
It's down to my kids and me, writing loud for the imagery,
Scheming my last words so that they're bound to remember me,
I'm the laughin stock till my casket drops, drowned in misery,
Close your eyes, hold your breathe, and count to infinity.

Native Pride

"I'm thirsty but unworthy of the US's water,
Cause the Jew's new expert's been altered by,
New Mexican fathers and Souix medicine doctors,
We would call our God's on you but America doesn't fear dirt like it wasn't of clear worth,
So they gave my people a new home as if we wasn't here first,
I seer worse than a clear burst of Nuclear rays near Earth,
I need gas with a match and a casket to match quick to fix a troubled man,
I THINK I USED TO MUCH MUSCLE AND MY OUCH KNUCKLES JAMMED WHEN I FINALLY SCALPED UNCLE SAM AND LEFT HIM OUT FOR A SUMMER TAN!!!!!!!,
And that was just one person's hand Native prides not reserved it's earned by those who deserve it by being fast qucik and hard to stop,
If you ever killed me out my last ripped palm with drop a glass tipped tomahawk

This prison I live in is the only story I know,
My past is full so unlaughable and it's gory I know,
I'm punched in my face but I no longer feel the way that it hurts,
Cause I've been slaughtered and massacred since the day of my birth

I'm unsure of where to start nor do I know when to finish,
I'll be the last to admit this world's actions so wicked,
Clappin like bitches it's only half of the sickness,
Half is the witness the other half is my focus,
My hocus pocus locust are so swift,
You know this evil I speak of, it's been swept under the rug,
You know the people I be of, it's been left asunder, the blood,
I will no longer allow my words to become victim to this rhythm,
I'm livin the witness to herion and American terrorism,
This prison I live in is the only story I know,
My past is the last piece of trash and it's gory I know,
I'm punched in my face but it no longer feel the way that it hurts,
Cause I've been slaughtered and massacred since the day of my birth
I will never allow my words to become subject,
To this fuckfest of lust best known as success,
I dream so soundly and I scream words loudly,
Bloody past worst, these things hurt, proudly,
I'm unable to contain this beast within me any longer,
Keep re-breakin my ribs how does this make me any stronger,
FUCK YOU you can take all of my ribs while I'm rappin in 3-D,
It's happenin we see, how blastin all of these things as I'm rappin in my teepee,
Oh he said teepee, haha heehee,
Running around chasing buffaloes on horses,
I must know the distortions as I puff smoke's contortions,
Like abortions I find the first thread and life and smash it's skull,
I fill my cup with white man's blood until at last it's full,

This prison I live in is the only story I know,
My past is full so unlaughable and it's gory I know,
I'm punched in my face but I no longer feel the way that it hurts,
Cause I've been slaughtered and massacred since the day of my birth

I'm zoning off these stereotypes I find my stereo by,
Running full speed to my home like there he goes bye,
With Red Cloud bumpin on the speakers I seek silence and read her,
Last words, this last curse as I beat her,
They give me money and shitty land and I'm fine with neither,
I rhyme with heat worse than primal creatures,
Like I still used knives and cleavers to turn out your eyes and leave your,
Bones and skin opened then fingers used as sinus tweesers,
I rhyme with either extreme hate or extreme faith,
That these mean days mean fate is nearing the scheme's weight,
I'm lookin at this tattoo scribbled on her back,
Wondering it's meaning as I scribble on my pad,
"Native Pride" I've learned to wait and hide,
But fuck that, I hate this guy my only wish to take his life,
So much hate inside I take his life and break it twice,
I'm just fakin nice, I hate each state of deep faith that we make,
Like now I have to watch my "weak races" belief states on replay?

This prison I live in is the only story I know,
My past is full so unlaughable and it's gory I know,
I'm punched in my face but I no longer feel the way that it hurts,
Cause I've been slaughtered and massacred since the day of my birth

Now I lie down I'm too weak to continue this journey,
To continue this hurting this venue's not working,
So with closed eyes I'm pondering the hell in here,
Stepping into the footprints on this trail of tears,
I fail to fear since I took death by the throat,
Ever since I gripped his destined soul and he requested hope,
Like he didn't read this molested flow that on his chest was sown,
Unless it's shown I have mercy than I'll allow white man's workings to hurt me,
I'm working on third string to make this earning work see,
I'm typing a bit slower now, my thoughts more reserved,
I'm more concerned that that you forced me to live with my fortune heard,
I want you to just show me one single person whose made it,
Escaped the death on my rez left redder than my face is,
I'm wasted like hell, show me an Indian who isn't,
I'm just being harvested though my garnishes to fill me in this prison,
I was born already inside my casket with the door nailed atop me,
They gave me a trail of tears so all they get is a trail of bodies."

Fa-Q

Planned Obsolescence:

See, you guys are greyhounds, but your barks forced,
I race to win, because I'm the mafuckin dark horse,
This fire's within me, I just have to find my spark's source,
You ask, why do I do this, to make my mark of course,
Sometimes I sit and listen to my monotonous heart beat,
Its so hard to speak, so I watch my pen start to leak,
I feel dreams and nightmares, bearing down on me,
Peaceful, never, for tonight I'm stairing down Gandhi,
Peaceful talks, I will never speak, my white flag's gone,
For I know the day passes, the long night drag's on,
Nights of writing rights or, in the brightening lights,
Darkness shrouds my notepad, until lightening strikes,
I'm a leashed pit bull, and my owner's tightening spikes,
All of your strength is geared towards splitting hairs,
And fitting glairs in your everyday routine, my new fiend,
Walk in the room, smiling and all I'm getting's stairs,

Beauty in the eyes of the beholder,
I'll forget you, as I grow older,
I'll never expire, forgetting your planned obsolescence,
I'll present the future, while the rest of you are past tense,

I have to be conceited, for I am more than hard headed,
I am fighting for my bruises, seeing each scar embedded,
And as I see the trash in the gutter, the litter in the street,
It hurts at first, for you see, its so bitter and then sweet,
Follow the block to the end, never a quitter in defeat,
My cocoon broken, renewed wings are spread in their entirety,
For I know that the graves ready, I'm dead if the fire in me,
Dies being drowned in its own iniquity, its sinful nature pinned,
Breakin mirrors, forsaken fears, these walls are paper thin,
My screams of anguish echo off the wooden hard floor,
I'm showing I'm scarred more, a soldier that guards war,
The innocent neighbors scared, they hear me screaming,
They keep me up at night, they fear me dreaming,
They keep souls, captured stairing through peep holes,
Like fish swimming endlessly, caught in deep bowls,
They heap coals, on the shameful heads of sinners,
Second place follows the steps, then treads on winners,

Beauty in the eyes of the beholder,
I'll forget you, as I grow older,
I'll never expire, forgetting your planned obsolescence,
I'll present the future, while the rest of you are past tense,

You probably think I'm just a fucking waste of a birth,
And would want me wiped clean off the face of the earth,
You guys probably have a booby trap to catch lost souls,
A slick road, paved with ice, your hoping the frost holds,
Then hope there's not a heaven or hell, that the cross folds,
But your sadly mistaken, my sin had me kiss Satan,
I bet yall want to go out, disappearing in a cloud of smoke,
But I'm above the clouds, for I'm way to proud to choke,
You bloodsuckers want my veins drier than bone dry,
I refuse to let you, these forty eight bars have shown why,
And if you're my Savior from hell, then banish me back,
I leave this desolate world, like its a vanishing act,
I refuse to be a headstone, reduced the blood stains,
I won't have my will written, what the mud claims,
I'll be the coffin waiting anxious, for the flood rains,
Never be lost in a maze, but I'm turning your frost to a blaze,

Down in the Trenches:

I found an army, they keep their heads, down in the trenches,
Puddles of blood scattered on the land, drowned in the inches,
Empty shells, in the playground, they're found on the benches,
Its Christmas morning, gunshots are the sound of the Grinches,
On both sides of the soaked field, each of the shaky hands kill,
Its almost as if the lonely falling raindrops are at a stands still,
Can you see each of the trees in the forest, the lonely wood rots,
Can you stop the destruction, by thinking only good thoughts,
I hear the soldiers chant, holding up what their shoulders can't,
They say in the most monotonous tone, my shoes have no soles,
Our laces no heart, and each of the muddy grooves have no holes,
Play a chess game every knight, each of my moves have no goals,
Weathered Bibles and Korans grasped, in prayer, four hands clasped,
They tell of their wins and losses columns, of their sins and crosses,
They told me they lost at king of the hill, yet their spirit will sing still,
Their bodies filled with ainst of war, they know how a wasp's stings feel,

The art of war, is not always seen as soon as you, start a war,
The part of gore, filling streets, war is what killing greets,
The art of war, give your heart to more, to see down in the trenches,
I want to make a consensus of the men, down in the trenches,

And all I hear are grenade explosions, and see white flash bangs,
The constant bullets, whistlin' by, and see the crashed planes,
Debris over here and there, like animal scat, its clearer where,
Freedom bellows in the background, attack now, I see her stair,
I see the growing tyrants in my mirror's glair, its chases my tail,
But I'm like a giddy dog, but I know glory, always erases my fail,
It tastes quite stale, black boots on target, my laces might bale,
On my head a helmet, crossing fields its like a crown of thorns,
So I kill all against me, in proximity, I'm devilish, I found the horns,
Down in the trenches, in the wooden bases, and in the fox holes,
Where its always hell on earth, the sinner dwells in the inner hells,
And it locks souls, and in the bitter cold weather, and the old leather,
Becomes the only protection, from the changing rain, snow, or hail,
And on insides that still cracked mind, your brain grows a tail,
They pull triggers, with untrimmed nails, and fingertips eroded,
Voice silenced, but echoes of still waters and singer lips wrote it,

The art of war, is not always seen as soon as you, start a war,
The part of gore, filling streets, war is what killing greets,
The art of war, give your heart to more, to see down in the trenches,
I want to make a consensus of the men, down in the trenches,

I see fathers that take on a country, like they're shoulder pads,
And every year, I see the boys get younger, and older dads,
I see family members mourning, 'til morning, mothers crying,
Some try to comfort them, if they can't, I see others trying,
Sisters in need, they sit and worry while her brothers dying,
I've seen bloody battles, muddy saddles, the puddle shakes,
At the rusty roaring machines, and even the subtle wakes,
And the muddy torn uniform, will be worn soon to warm,
How long until it can't be worn, how long until its full of holes,
How long until each bloody battle of this war, stole the souls,
How long are these endless trenches, will the tunnels ever end,
I see nothing but emotionless soldiers, its like they never grinned,
Always ready to charge into battle, never to large for their saddle,
With swords drawn, the battle rages on, it always ignores dawn,
War will always perpetuate, are you sure it let's you wait,
Because we are all fish waiting, and guess who sets the bait,

The art of war, is not always seen as soon as you, start a war,
The part of gore, filling streets, war is what killing greets,
The art of war, give your heart to more, to see down in the trenches,
I want to make a consensus of the men, down in the trenches,

Paradox Unknown:

(past)
In the past, I see nothing but fires burned, and smoked trees,
I see Christians praying for the Messiahs return, with broke knees,
The past, asked how is the future doing, does it appear bleak,
The past murmurs something quietly, but the past hear's Greek,
The past tries to fight back, but his lone and sad spear's weak,
And he can't fight with anything more, not his shield or sword,
The middle of the battlefield stands present, in the field ignored,
How can we fight the present when the future and past fight,
And the past is history, we all know that this is his last night,
So the bright sunrise and dim sunset seem just like, a fast sight,
In the quickest of days, the night and day collide as one,
So the moon fights with the planets, and they decide the sun,
Is the big bully, the sun thinks he owns all the solar system,
The most ageless one of them all, but someone older kiss'tum,
But we'll see in the near future, which is now, present day,
The universe will fall, I'll just try and say it in a pleasant way,

(present)
In the present, what's presented, is hope, a tunnel of light,
But all you've seen is failures, ruins have crumbled in sight,
The greatest have fallen, the highest tumbled with height,
The elapsing present, doesn't and will never, addresses crime,
Each day criminals count their money, losing precious time,
The present's presence, in essence, teaches us a lesson,
It cheats death everyday, now it preaches lust confession,
Is the best way, no the one and only way, then the lonely stray,
Its everywhere, it sits in church, alone to watch a phony pray,
It hurts him, each and every slow day, to not only reveal the truth,
But it always steals our life away, like that fairy will steal the tooth,
Instead of trying to enrich the growth, and try to heal the youth,
Each second, grows to minutes, than that grows the hours,
And each second gone, they die, but out of that rose the flowers,
The present wanted mud huts still, but we all chose the towers,
And time pushes on bravely, and it always knows the cowards,

(future)
In the future, counties expand, and each of their borders strays,
There's beauty told by Venus, but Earth ignores her praise,
There is no black or white, they're gone to only teach grey,
And each day, I think watches, are affecting my ink blotches,
The pyramids have come and gone, with the sun and dawn,
And if you aren't prepared to see them gone, then run along,
Because the nine wonders, are now nine tragedies forgotten,
All the forest are, repeated fires and sad trees more rotten,
The future holds no clocks, no watches, no time or season,
No couplets, no haiku's, and there is no rhyme or reason,
But in a sense, I'm wondering if we truly have innocence,
When all churches are lost, I'm wondering how our sin repents,
I saw the moon and sun, one has dies in a flicker of light,
Finally, because all their existence they just would bicker and fight,
Unfortunately, the future is non existent, just the past repeated,
But no matter if it does or doesn't exist, I'll ask to see it.

damn those are some killer rhymes!, nice!

[Camaro]

you killed my hand and fingers...damn mouse

[dadeem]

Yes, and in some cases, we use tazers, to shake off the brainless,
But don’t blame us the famous blame them the shameless
For the florist with his hasj storage
Me, I’m walkin through the forest
And talkin to adore us
Ye know mockin the us in Horus
And doin that for us
But when Hal jordan comes with rainbow colors
Ye all come with rain-soaked dollars
Or rusty collars for which ye went to Paris
Now bring back the chorus:
Where ye took a golden shower at the Eiffel tower, and then climbed up, pushed a coward off the Eiffel tower where the air is too frying sour, picked up some golden flowers, and wower! These gave ye super powers Before and after hours
ye became tired of me shoutin I’m the mister master for sisters after the twister Disaster, listen to laughter, bang shot ye face whereafter I shoot the moon, yes soon, real soon I’ll shoot the stars, And I came from afar, fuckin flawless stunner. Seat the car. Oh what a bummer. this clover, now the rap is over

[TheRealSlim]

I'm the real eminem, If ya'll feel eminem/
I'll shit on your breakfast and give you a waffle cinnamon
I'm like a law school synonym of an unlawful citizen
I fuck little girls under the age of 18, like taxi driver except their a lot more innocent//
I like beans in my car, that's why I carpool immigrant's/
I start more incidents, than hardcore prisoner's/
I'm like your dog's porn christener, but far more sinister
fuck your life bitch, what do I look like a long form listener?/
shut your potty mouth cunt, before I shove a lot more shit in her/
your worst than a mexican, your a lawn born visitor/
and I hope that makes you a lot more insecure/
your like a civic, with a lot more dents in her/
I've got more inches than a longhorn fisherman/
and fuck this rap basement shit, I've got a half basement with
half faces ripped and the other half laced in shit/
I have cages with a buncha rats taped to it,
just incase, they need to fuckin pass, they take a shit/
but, you don't need to worry, nothing bad awaits you bitch/
you have a face that is so fucking drab it makes me sick/
you wouldn't make it past the gates with it, let alone the placement list/

[Sam.]

I'm the real eminem, If ya'll feel eminem/
I'll shit on your breakfast and give you a waffle cinnamon
I'm like a law school synonym of an unlawful citizen
I fuck little girls under the age of 18, like taxi driver except their a lot more innocent//
I like beans in my car, that's why I carpool immigrant's/
I start more incidents, than hardcore prisoner's/
I'm like your dog's porn christener, but far more sinister
fuck your life bitch, what do I look like a long form listener?/
shut your potty mouth cunt, before I shove a lot more shit in her/
your worst than a mexican, your a lawn born visitor/
and I hope that makes you a lot more insecure/
your like a civic, with a lot more dents in her/
I've got more inches than a longhorn fisherman/
and fuck this rap basement shit, I've got a half basement with
half faces ripped and the other half laced in shit/
I have cages with a buncha rats taped to it,
just incase, they need to fuckin pass, they take a shit/
but, you don't need to worry, nothing bad awaits you bitch/
you have a face that is so fucking drab it makes me sick/
you wouldn't make it past the gates with it, let alone the placement list/

[EverythingShady]

So were down to the decision, of who gets to stay
To be honest with you all these musicians are gay
Justin Bieber is whiter then casper the ghost
Must be cause there's no light in the closet, a joke!
Speakin of pussys, whining like children
How about hedley, suckin more dick then paris hilton (haha faggot)
Having to work with these queers in my ear
Is driving me crazy like playing pong without beer.
Music with queers is worse then life with no flow,
no girls to poke No chronic to smoke, no bong, no dro

.... help me end this haha im having writers block