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  • away_with_words 3w

    Family isn't blood.... its who's there when you're bleeding.

  • away_with_words 3w

    @writersnetwork @miraquill #realitycheck #rapbattle #disstrack #micdrop

    “REALITY'S CHECK”

    You speak of gilded kingdoms;
    I''ll show you soot and slums.
    You may forecast blue skies;
    but I'll show you storms to come.
    You think your words are lances;
    they're really vocal dung.
    Before you craft a chorus, 
    you'll hear ten songs I've sung!

    You'll see your staying words, 
    they'll flit and scare like birds,
    when facing logic's army, 
    and met with reason swords.
    I'll converse a two-move checkmate 
    while you still set the board.
    You may two-step feelings,
    but my truth you can't avoid.

    'Cause its a meeker mind you seek,
    so hold your tongue like you can’t speak.
    You’ll be shipwrecked on a beach       
    ‘cause God won’t hear the words you preach.
    My Tyson tongue has got you beat!
    You’re washed up, I’m at my peak.
    My words, the white-cap mountains,
    your answers lie beneath.

    I’ll spit your vocal funeral,
    leave you silent in your grief.
    These boasts can break tree branches,
    you'll be shaking like a leaf.
    My quips will leave you quakin’
    you’ll think the Earth has shook
    You’ll feel my flow is fire
    You'll be hurtin' from my hooks.



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    You speak of gilded kingdoms;
    I'll show you soot and slums.
    You may forecast blue skies;
    but I'll show you storms to come.
    You think your words are lances;
    they're really vocal dung.
    Before you craft a chorus, 
    you'll hear ten songs I've sung!
    You'll see your staying words, 
    they'll flit and scare like birds,
    when facing logic's army, 
    and met with reason swords.
    I'll converse a two-move checkmate 
    while you still set the board.
    You may two-step feelings,
    but my truth you can't avoid
    'Cause its a meeker mind you seek,
    so hold your tongue like you can’t speak.
    You’ll be shipwrecked on a beach       
    ‘cause God won’t hear the words you preach.
    My Tyson tongue has got you beat!
    You’re washed up, I’m at my peak.
    My words, the white-cap mountains,
    your answers lie beneath.
    I’ll spit your vocal funeral,
    leave you silent in your grief.
    These boasts can break tree branches,
    you'll be shaking like a leaf.
    My quips will leave you quakin’
    you’ll think the Earth has shook
    You’ll feel my flow is fire
    You'll be hurtin' from my hooks.



    ©away_with_words

  • away_with_words 3w

    @writersnetwork @miraquill #balance


    BALANCE
    All things must begin, or they can’t end,
    just as winds blow, making boughs bend.
    Some things are good, and some less so,
    in perfect balance, the sages know.
    We take in pleasure so we know pain,
    and sunny skies let us feel rain.
    Like yin has yang, and black has white,
    there must be dark, or there’s no light.
    We’re born naive, before we know;
    If Life writ books, we’d read it as so.

    Only “Loss” shows us “Gain”
    Only “Leave” lets us “Remain”
    Only “Struggle” grants us “Succeed”
    Only “Denial” gives us “Deed”



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    “BALANCE”

    All things must begin, or they can’t end,
    just as winds blow, making boughs bend.
    Some things are good, and some less so,
    in perfect balance, the sages know.
    We take in pleasure so we know pain,
    and sunny skies let us feel rain.
    Like yin has yang, and black has white,
    there must be dark, or there’s no light.
    We’re born naive, before we know;
    If Life writ books, we’d read it as so.

    Only “Loss” shows us “Gain”
    Only “Leave” lets us “Remain”
    Only “Struggle” grants us “Succeed”
    Only “Denial” gives us “Deed”



    ©away_with_words

  • away_with_words 3w

    @writersnetwork @miraquill @murryben @love_whispererr #ceesrepost #storychallenge #pod #writingcontest

    Kiri was terrified looking at her own reflection in the mirror. Her constant fear of growing old was coming to life. Some of her hairs had grown grey, her skin had left the charm of youth. She began noticing all the changes. "Time overtakes everyone" she thought,

    "Its curious how days grow short as teeth grow long. Tick and tock, by watch or clock..."
    The sing-song rhyme felt hollow; a superficial sugar-coat salted and soured by the thoughts it didn't hide. Like Aesop's egg, Kiri found herself shattered and shuttered. Scrambling to pick up broken pieces; pieces of her life, and pieces of herself. She makes a pile and takes it in, shamed by it's unfinished totality; aghast at the lifeless thing at her feet.
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    ° "Time overtakes everyone"


























    "Its curious how days grow short as teeth grow long"














    "Tick and tock, by watch or clock..."

  • away_with_words 3w

    @writersnetwork @murryben @mirakee #ceesreposts #pod #rambling #alphabet #alliteration #wordplay

    Aiming alliteration
    allegorical admissions
    Artfully aired, anyway.
    See, spoken thoughts
    are vocal shots
    Itemized inoculations;
    cancerous cures.

    Its apparent

    This epoch is errant.

    Unbroken, the
    surround - sound silence
    Dolby - deafened us.
    But it won't defeat us.
    'Cause just beyond that blankness
    Deeper than words' absence
    There’s something
    Both beastly and beautiful.

    Cause its crazy how
    Countless clowns
    Kept keeping what’s killing them.
    Craven creators,
    Cursed carriers of chaos,
    crisis and loss.
    Caterers of crazy plots
    and cunning thoughts.
    Deeming the demon
    of forgetfulness forgot.
    Finding he'll forever
    face them down if he did not.

    Those goons got greedy
    while the getting was good.
    Half time they're hailed as heroes
    the rest, they're understood.
    Only with iota'd inkling;
    they'd possess it if they could;
    for then they'd know it's value;
    speak of it as they should.

    Put to the test
    they're without rest
    and in defense,
    their bated breaths
    paint poor protests.
    leaving laments laying layered
    like lead-laced leaves.
    their lead-lined leaps
    can't scale that steep.
    The glut of grievances'
    now nearly 10 feet deep.

    Witness weary missives,
    words weaved
    all wet and witless.
    Putting truth on trial,
    with liars as witness
    Finding failure, not fitness.
    They are assailant and victim.
    Somehow, still blind to these
    same old self-made games.
    Played self on self:
    Themselves,
    and self-reflection
    no one else

    Ergo, their ego doubles down,
    stifling inner self's shout.
    'Til they forget how its brought
    from inside, out.
    Kept somewhere down south.
    Not the "self" ego plays;
    That one's foolish to keep around
    I mean the "self" that stays hidden
    Like a gem, 'till its found
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    Aiming alliteration
    allegorical admissions
    Artfully aired, anyway.
    See, spoken thoughts
    are vocal shots
    Itemized inoculations;
    cancerous cures.

    Its apparent

    This epoch is errant.

    ...

    Put to the test
    they're without rest
    and in defense,
    their bated breaths
    paint poor protests.
    leaving laments laying layered
    like lead-laced leaves.
    their lead-lined leaps
    can't scale that steep.
    The glut of grievances'
    now nearly 10 feet deep.

    Witness weary missives,
    words weaved
    all wet and witless.
    Putting truth on trial,
    with liars as witness
    Finding failure, not fitness.
    They are assailant and victim.
    Somehow, still blind to these
    same old self-made games.
    Played self on self:
    Themselves, and self-reflection
    no one else

    ©away_with_words

  • away_with_words 4w

    @writersnetwork @miraquill @murryben #ceesrepost #logicalcontradiction #justifiedjuxtaposition #matchingcontrast

    IN THE DEPTHS OF SHALLOW EYES
    Celcius slips; sub-zeroed
    by the world's growing cold. 
    Soon, snow surrounds me, 
    buries me; 
    encasing my form. 

    Shivering, as spotlight sun
    seldom shares me its shine. 
    Trapped within trappings
    far too ragged and thin; 
    exposing my soul. 

    Finding frigid faces  
    forever hidden by frozen masks,  
    unconcealed; without costume, 
    cursing clay-cast cadence, 
    I turn my back
    to turned backs. 

    Fearing their foreign words
    might blind me;
    might bind me.
    So in solitary isolation,  
    I’ve grown
    though nothing's sown. 

    Fived flailing fingers 
    fail to feel my heart finally numb.
    In its place, just empty space;
    left to look for lukewarm love 

    in the depths of shallow eyes. 
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    IN THE DEPTHS OF SHALLOW EYES

    Celcius slips; sub-zeroed
    by the world's growing cold. 
    Soon, snow surrounds me, 
    buries me; 
    encasing my form. 

    Shivering, as spotlight sun
    seldom shares me its shine. 
    Trapped within trappings
    far too ragged and thin; 
    exposing my soul. 

    Finding frigid faces  
    forever hidden by frozen masks,  
    unconcealed; without costume, 
    cursing clay-cast cadence, 
    I turn my back
    to turned backs. 

    Fearing their foreign words
    might blind me;
    might bind me.
    So in solitary isolation,  
    I’ve grown
    though nothing's sown. 

    Fived flailing fingers 
    fail to feel my heart finally numb.
    In its place, just empty space;
    left to look for lukewarm love 

    in the depths of shallow eyes. 
    ©away_with_words

  • away_with_words 5w

    @miraquill @writersnetwork @murryben #miss #wod #pod #ceesrepost

    fierce flames of love, they calmed and cooled
    yet still my heart, it burns for you

    penned poems all've become the blues
    our song cut short, played out of tune

    fearing faced fact: missing what's true
    so I fill the space with thoughts of you

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    little left but the lack of you

  • away_with_words 5w

    @miraquill @writersnetwork #wod #concretepoetry #concretepoem #writersblock

    Writers' block isn't an obstacle if you write about the ideas you don't have, the pen that has yet to write, and the pages left unmarked. Let the questioning be the answer and the absence be the content.

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    A Single Severed Page

         Pages  left   pure,
       as                   unpenned prose
                escapes        eloquence
         The   unwritten      words
                      Now      fading fast
             mainly a      memory.
       The captive        characters
         were a       sight to see, 
         now       they’re faint,
       just      fantasies
        that       leave  mind as blank as the page.
         A      potential prose gone to.. who knows
    Wherever unsung things are said.    
    and      the great masters aren’t dead
    and      life without love wont breathe
             one  
                         single,  

                                            severed  


                                                                               breath...
    ©away_with_words

  • away_with_words 6w

    @writersnetwork @miraquill @love_whispererr
    #pod #unrequited #unappreciated #love #metaphor #allegory #ceesreposts

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    "Always Gardener, Never Rose"

    Always a gardener, but never the rose;
    As it's sung in songs, penned in purple prose.
    A lyrical lore often written before,
    But those aren’t the volumes I’m looking for!

    Those sad-settling scenes should be ignored;
    Taken from movies, strewn on cutting room floors.
    You can’t open minds by shutting the door;
    hopeful hearts will be reeling from what minds ignored.

    You toil with rake to get the bouquet,
    But fragrant fall flowers will wilt anyway
    They promise you blooms, leave only leaves the next day
    Finding you faltering, and stumbling to stay.




    ©away_with_words

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    "Always Gardener, Never Rose"

    Always a gardener, but never the rose;
    As it's sung in songs, penned in purple prose.
    A lyrical lore often written before,
    But those aren’t the volumes I’m looking for!

    Those sad-settling scenes should be ignored;
    Taken from movies, strewn on cutting room floors.
    You can’t open minds by shutting the door;
    hopeful hearts will be reeling from what minds ignored.

    You toil with rake to get the bouquet,
    But fragrant fall flowers will wilt anyway
    They promise you blooms, leave only leaves the next day
    Finding you faltering, and stumbling to stay.



    ©away_with_words

  • away_with_words 13w

    @writersnetwork @miraquill @mirakeeworld #wod #pod #ceesreposts #remember #honor #sacrifice #military #heroes

    Text:
    When Heroes are Have-nots
    ________________________________________________
    It hurts in the heart when heroes are have-nots
    They gave us their all; now what have they got?
    Health's not here or at home, 
    when honor's selfishly half-sought. 

    Selfless, it is not.

    We've all seen what it's wrought:
    a figurative hell:
    Not literal, but near as critical.
    Moreover, it is despicable,
    treating lifesavers as criminals.

    The school of life timelessly taught
    to now and then, spare searching thoughts.
    You think its work? Its nearly not.

    Take advantage, 'fore chance is gone.
    Hitting limits? Just go beyond;
    Can't come up short if you go long;
    you have the right to prove doubt wrong.
    Make some music, sing spiritual songs
    we come from one, so every soul belongs
    the poor, the rich, old and the young.

    You cannot lead by leaving them behind.
    There's a detriment to that design;
    a colour outside of lines;
    where mindless fools make fools lose minds.
    A sad state when we sacrifice saints.
    Estranged as strangers, none pray.
    Solemnly, some may say:

     'They've simply gone astray.'

    When wiser ways breed better days
    it'll be known without need for saying it:
    a truth that grows without even feeding it;
    in your bones and you'll even be bleeding it
    It won't be a boast to believe in it.

    See, simple self reflections
    spot ego-built deceptions
    As intermittent intellectual intervention
    pares prideful, porous perception;
    rescinding regression,
    purely progressive.
    An immaculate conception,
    loose-leaved lines lay layered with lessons;
    words weaved tired, but tested;
    learned, not suggested.
    Wisdom writ better the best of them.
    Not rested til the rest of 'em
    appreciate what was given in

    by heroes that have come and gone,
    that hard-done heros have been honored wrong.
    they were our foundation all along.


    You see, its soldier's shoulders that we stand upon.
    ©away_with_words

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    When Heroes are Have-nots

    It hurts in the heart when heroes are have-nots
    They gave us their all; now what have they got?
    Health's not here or at home, 
    when honor's selfishly half-sought. 

    Selfless, it is not.

    We've all seen what it's wrought:
    a figurative hell:
    Not literal, but near as critical.
    Moreover, it is despicable,
    treating lifesavers as criminals.

    The school of life timelessly taught
    to now and then, spare searching thoughts.
    You think its work? Its nearly not.

    Take advantage, 'fore chance is gone.
    Hitting limits? Just go beyond;
    Can't come up short if you go long;
    you have the right to prove doubt wrong.
    Make some music, sing spiritual songs
    we come from one, so every soul belongs
    the poor, the rich, old and the young.

    You cannot lead by leaving them behind.
    There's a detriment to that design;
    a colour outside of lines;
    where mindless fools make fools lose minds.
    A sad state when we sacrifice saints.
    Estranged as strangers, none pray.
    Solemnly, some may say:

     'They've simply gone astray.'

    When wiser ways breed better days
    it'll be known without need for saying it:
    a truth that grows without even feeding it;
    in your bones and you'll even be bleeding it
    It won't be a boast to believe in it.

    See, simple self reflections
    spot ego-built deceptions
    As intermittent intellectual intervention
    pares prideful, porous perception;
    rescinding regression,
    purely progressive.
    In immaculate conception,
    loose-leaved lines lay layered with lessons;
    words weaved tired, but tested;
    learned, not suggested.
    Wisdom writ better the best of them.
    Not rested til the rest of 'em
    appreciate what was given in

    by heroes that have come and gone,
    that hard-done heros have been honored wrong.
    they were our foundation all along.

    You see, its soldier's shoulders that we stand upon.
    ©away_with_words