#ghostwriter

71 posts
  • soliquince 22h

    Cherry Steps

    Dipping my toes into my own grave,
    only a slave to myself and my own ways.
    But I can't seem to care enough, only
    in hindsight, back when the morning's
    would claim my bleary eyes...
    with the cherries long crushed behind.

    A smoke on the steps of a church,
    and I think I'm closer to God just because it hurts.
    Another lie, gone up as another burns;
    come tomorrow, still poor in soul, still waiting for the nurse.
    Lost in my head, looking for the long hallway high,
    but the cherry steps are all that's left in mind.
    ©soliquince

  • soliquince 3w

    Rich Kid

    If you gon' smash, and
    break down that oak,
    Kyle looking ass
    with no class;
    sit down and take note.
    that chain you wear with your pants sagged way below
    your kneecaps, cap backwards;
    flipping birds behind backs
    while you flip burgers, I know
    you've got that dice on your dash
    listening to songs of murder.
    But home life is lavish with desserts served on platters,
    in a car your parents bought just so you could be the party crasher.
    Drive home with a chick who's way beyond plastered,
    then brag about her now biggest regret, you sick bastard.
    If you think this shit makes you tough, to blast masters
    of the hip hop craft, masturbating while imagining a career in rap...
    shut the fuck up, there's nothing for you in that.
    Poser, a pussy, no man to come after;
    but maybe in prison, if your price is right, you'll cum after.
    It's the life you wanted, right? The tragic disaster?
    ©soliquince

  • soliquince 3w

    Six drinks, no sinks

    Deformed brain waves,
    conformed the same way,
    perform mental melee
    to watch truth fade to grey;
    they've, torn and made
    causing pain commonplace
    so move, bitch, this isn't a sunny side play date.
    Reform, bubble and blow,
    double the drinks, one for the show,
    two for the kinks that need a fixing, three for the weekdays piled on your plate,
    four for the bastards that sit back, watch and masturbate.
    Five for those who contemplate suicide but want their Coffee Mate.
    Six up on the table, the ones who commentate like Sports Illustrated officials;
    I wish all of it would just go away.
    ©soliquince

  • ghost_writter__ 7w

    Water & Pebble

    Time is like water, keep on flowing through the filter.
    Memories are like those small pebbles which are left behind.
    Those memories we once made together
    It's stuck in there...

    ©ghost_writter__

  • ghost_writter__ 11w

    GHOST

    Some of us are ghost in a form
    Having no soul
    Just riding till we die
    Hustling to survive
    Putting on a smile

    ©ghost_writter__

  • soliquince 18w

    Old Crow

    How come with cigs I could see you,
    but when I drank there was always two?
    Can't hurt what's invincible
    when you can't tell you're miserable.
    Common sense saved and damned,
    cause when I wanted to spaz,
    it said "you can't.
    Look to the future."
    I am, you're cruel.
    I see nothing in your plans.
    Maybe I'm just a small minded man,
    maybe I'm selfish too.
    Maybe I don't want to think things through.
    Maybe it's too many maybes cause I'm scared to lose.
    "What, what can you prove?
    you're a stooped bitch,
    built stupid.
    Might as well have been born with two lips,
    shit that means two things, don't it?
    Well never mind, my heart has that bulletproof vest.
    Life is what tests but I failed so many times, is my IQ lower than...Nah, I'm supposedly "gifted," right?
    Is it possible you could've proof read
    my script into a shit song?
    I write all night long, means nothing,
    words are an extension of me bluffing.
    To my new cousin
    we were talking relationships.
    A womans breakup is a sad song for a few hours then she's fine.
    had to sit back, not say a word for a while.
    Is that all it takes...time?
    What it takes to kill feelings,
    (I know some better methods,
    follow me down, let's test it.)
    so for more than a few years my fears were wrong?
    Should it be that easy to move on,
    and am I what's wrong?
    Lies covering questions
    posing as lessons,
    I reckon that's the story I'll preach before my pension
    if it ever comes.
    The world ain't sunshine and rainbows, but it can be moonshine and chainsmokes.
    it can be love and you can be enough, if you're too far gone to give a fuck.
    So long as the pain goes,
    even if it lays low.
    Even if it's the same slow
    burn that keeps my brain cold.
    So long as it plays gold
    over and over, days old.
    Keep the train's flow
    smoother with that Old Crow.
    ©soliquince

  • soliquince 19w

    Soliquince

    What's in a name?
    Wordplay conceived as a game,
    track these long days
    back into solitude in response to a lot of you,
    coincidence? coincidentally
    it's all a ruse.
    Sol as the light of my mind baked in the sun,
    the sole consequence;
    this is who you call
    Soliquince.
    The quintessential
    multiple layered steel, no rust,
    just me cutting into you.
    You love this shit in advance to prove
    how much of die hard fans would choose
    to cut themselves like some do over boybands, I dunno who
    could understand, but I do
    (not...)
    now look at this stool,
    smoother coming out, but it fools
    y'all into thinking I'm smart,
    (I'm not...)
    hating you; but how could you be so cruel?
    Having expectations of me?
    It's what I expect basically,
    so when a few weeks
    passes by when nothing comes out;
    turns to months
    I'm feeling gaggle fucked.
    Even though you probably don't mind,
    it's fine, I'm just spazzing now.
    The mind is our
    worst enemy, double edged if we don't slow down...
    ©soliquince

  • soliquince 19w

    Cause and Effect Full

    I can sing a couple of Eminiem songs word for word,
    and if it weren't
    for my lungs
    being shriveled up
    from more than a couple puffs
    and roids;
    my voice
    could move nations.
    Lines could bring lines to stadiums,
    rhymes would bring young kids who don't wanna do chores
    conform to the new age
    of degraded degenerates.
    Baptized in hentai,
    wait for your confirmation;
    incentivized to let that nut fly,
    (at least it's not to a cross dressed guy.)
    But I got your kid saying "Kawaii."
    Going out in public with a tail; (should've pulled out, right?)
    jewellery encrusted vultures widen their eyes, whiten a smile,
    asking somebody else's parents why, why?!

    Cause I'm cause and effect,
    "My kid wouldn't have turned out like this if it wasn't for him!"
    Your mini me not being interested in world politics,
    cause I don't want no part of it.
    Too scared to talk to women
    so 2D is what receives prayers.
    Cause I'm a comparative threat
    to a communal terrorist,
    apparent as fly fucked glass.
    a parent scared of their own past,
    so pass that shadow under the table;
    cable rots minds but it's less poison than what kept y'all stable.
    But I'm the cause and effect?!
    You hear your own bullshit?

    Well I'll dance around
    like a circus clown;
    "hyuk hyuk" and a "fuck!" while I and your scarecrow wife are making out.
    (I mean your scarecrow wife and I,) will be, you know me,
    I went to your Mormon housewarming party last week.
    Calm down,
    this is a comedy piece for my ears cause I love the sound
    the internet makes when there's bars to whine about.
    Insensitive, irreverent, intelligent, but you'll never mention it.
    You just look for a bench to sit
    on the sidelines while your nine year old's coach wets his dick
    but you'll never mention it
    cause he's a family friend,
    and your balls deep into it.
    Cause you're intimate
    life's kinda stale, spice it up with your kid,
    then wonder why he likes men
    ten years off a bend getting bent over, getting strangled, coming again and again,
    but the "truth of it is..."

    I'm cause and effect,
    "My kid wouldn't have turned out like this if it wasn't for him!"
    Your mini me not being interested in world politics,
    cause I don't want no part of it.
    Too scared to talk to women
    so 2D is what receives prayers.
    Cause I'm a comparative threat
    to a communal terrorist,
    apparent as fly fucked glass.
    a parent scared of their own past,
    so pass that shadow under the table;
    cable rots minds but it's less poison than what kept y'all stable.
    But I'm the cause and effect?!
    You hear your own bullshit?

    The more you powder your wig,
    the louder I spit.
    Bitch to me; call what I see,
    wash you out with brown listerine.
    Break hay fevers like an antihistamine,
    Cattle prod, culture shock,
    rip the feed muzzles off
    and strap 'em to your cock.
    Cowardly shit I am not,
    hourly grazing Tik Tok,
    Trolli sour gummy worms,
    I remember eating those alot.
    (Still do, guess nothing's changed, I thought I'd grown up and kicked the habit but...)
    Tick tock, tick tock,
    same differences,
    hold your crosses,
    all your salt, rosaries and holy water, (toss it!)
    Aim your crosshairs,
    pitchforks, remotes,
    weild your keyboards,
    (you're gonna need those...)
    empty your replies like gun smoke,
    you know you don't
    wanna look in the mirror, but I peer through.
    Can't see me like Nosferatu,
    or a two way tinted pane
    sucking your potential for attempted fame
    straight from the vein,
    while you bitch and complain...

    Cause I'm cause and effect,
    "My kid wouldn't have turned out like this if it wasn't for him!"
    Your mini me not being interested in world politics,
    cause I don't want no part of it.
    Too scared to talk to women
    so 2D is what receives prayers.
    Cause I'm a comparative threat
    to a communal terrorist,
    apparent as fly fucked glass.
    a parent scared of their own past,
    so pass that shadow under the table;
    cable rots minds but it's less poison than what kept y'all stable.
    But I'm the cause and effect?!
    You hear your own bullshit?
    ©soliquince

  • soliquince 19w

    Cause and Effect pt. 3

    The more you powder your wig,
    the louder I spit.
    Bitch to me; call what I see,
    wash you out with brown listerine.
    Break hay fevers like an antihistamine,
    Cattle prod, culture shock,
    rip the feed muzzles off
    and strap 'em to your cock.
    Cowardly shit I am not,
    hourly grazing Tik Tok,
    Trolli sour gummy worms,
    I remember eating those alot.
    (Still do, guess nothing's changed, I thought I'd grown up and kicked the habit but...)
    Tick tock, tick tock,
    same differences,
    hold your crosses,
    all your salt, rosaries and holy water, (toss it!)
    Aim your crosshairs,
    pitchforks, remotes,
    weild your keyboards,
    (you're gonna need those...)
    empty your replies like gun smoke,
    you know you don't
    wanna look in the mirror, but I peer through.
    Can't see me like Nosferatu,
    or a two way tinted pane
    sucking your potential for attempted fame
    straight from the vein,
    while you bitch and complain...
    ©soliquince

  • soliquince 19w

    Easy to see Cause and Effect pt. 1 and 2

    I can sing a couple of Eminiem songs word for word,
    and if it weren't for my lungs
    being shriveled up
    from more than a couple puffs and roids;
    my voice
    could move nations.
    Lines could bring lines to stadiums,
    rhymes would bring young kids who don't wanna do chores
    conform to the new age of degraded degenerates.
    Baptized in hentai, wait for your confirmation; incentivized to let that nut fly,
    (at least it's not to a cross dressed guy.)
    But I got your kid saying "Kawaii."
    Going out in public with a tail;
    (should've pulled out, right?) jewellery encrusted vultures widen their eyes,
    whiten a smile,
    asking somebody else's parents why, why?!

    Cause I'm cause and effect,
    "My kid wouldn't have turned out like this if it wasn't for him!"
    Your mini me not being interested in world politics,
    cause I don't want no part of it.
    Too scared to talk to women
    so 2D is what receives prayers.
    Cause I'm a comparative threat
    to a communal terrorist,
    apparent as fly fucked glass.
    a parent scared of their own past,
    so pass that shadow under the table;
    cable rots minds but it's less poison than what kept y'all stable.
    But I'm the cause and effect?!
    You hear your own bullshit?

    Well I'll dance around like a circus clown; "hyuk hyuk" and a "fuck!" while I and your scarecrow wife are making out.
    (I mean your scarecrow wife and I,) will be, you know me, I went to your Mormon housewarming party last week.
    Calm down,
    this is a comedy piece for my ears cause I love the sound
    the internet makes when there's bars to complain about.
    Insensitive, irreverent, intelligent, but you'll never mention it.
    You just look for a bench to sit
    on the sidelines while your nine year old's coach wets his dick
    but you'll never mention it cause he's a family friend,
    and your balls deep into it.
    Cause you're intimate
    life's kinda stale, spice it up with your kid,
    then wonder why he likes men
    ten years off a bend getting bent over, getting strangled, coming again and again,
    but the "truth of it is..."

    I'm cause and effect,
    "My kid wouldn't have turned out like this if it wasn't for him!"
    Your mini me not being interested in world politics,
    cause I don't want no part of it.
    Too scared to talk to women
    so 2D is what receives prayers.
    Cause I'm a comparative threat
    to a communal terrorist,
    apparent as fly fucked glass.
    a parent scared of their own past,
    so pass that shadow under the table;
    cable rots minds but it's less poison than what kept y'all stable.
    But I'm the cause and effect?!
    You hear your own bullshit?
    ©soliquince

  • soliquince 19w

    Cause and Effect pt. 2

    Well I'll dance around like a circus clown; "hyuk hyuk" and a "fuck!" while I and your scarecrow wife are making out. (I mean your scarecrow wife and I,) will be, you know me, I went to your Mormon housewarming party last week.
    Calm down, this is a comedy piece for my ears cause I love the sound the internet makes when there's bars to complain about. Insensitive, irreverent, intelligent, but you'll never mention it. You just look for a bench to sit on the sidelines while your nine year old's coach wets his dick but you'll never mention it cause he's a family friend, and your balls deep into it. Cause you're intimate life's kinda stale, spice it up with your kid, then wonder why he likes men ten years off a bend getting bent over, getting strangled, coming again and again, but the "truth of it is..."

    I'm cause and effect,
    "My kid wouldn't have turned out like this if it wasn't for him!"
    Your mini me not being interested in world politics,
    cause I don't want no part of it.
    Too scared to talk to women
    so 2D is what receives prayers.
    Cause I'm a comparative threat
    to a communal terrorist,
    apparent as fly fucked glass.
    a parent scared of their own past,
    so pass that shadow under the table;
    cable rots minds but it's less poison than what kept y'all stable.
    But I'm the cause and effect?!
    You hear your own bullshit?
    ©soliquince

  • soliquince 19w

    Cause and Effect pt. 1

    I can sing a couple of Eminiem songs word for word,
    and if it weren't for my lungs being shriveled up from more than a couple puffs and roids; my voice could move nations. Lines could bring lines to stadiums, rhymes would bring young kids who don't wanna do chores conform to the new age of degraded degenerates. Baptized in hentai, wait for your confirmation; incentivized to let that nut fly, (at least it's not to a cross dressed guy.) But I got your kid saying "Kawaii."
    Going out in public with a tail; (should've pulled out,) jewellery encrusted vultures widen their eyes, whiten a smile, asking somebody else's parents why, why?!

    Cause I'm cause and effect,
    "My kid wouldn't have turned out like this if it wasn't for him!"
    Your mini me not being interested in world politics,
    cause I don't want no part of it.
    Too scared to talk to women
    so 2D is what receives prayers.
    Cause I'm a comparative threat
    to a communal terrorist,
    apparent as fly fucked glass.
    a parent scared of their own past,
    so pass that shadow under the table;
    cable rots minds but it's less poison than what kept y'all stable.
    But I'm the cause and effect?!
    You hear your own bullshit?
    ©soliquince

  • soliquince 20w

    Starstruck

    Spaced out in the in between,
    both forgot our lines in this scene.
    Only one couch cushion, we're closer than you think.
    More than something for my eyes to drink,
    yet you're moonshine.
    But who am I to dream,
    to look up to the sky and see you and me?

    Drunk from our conversation,
    so where is my motivation?
    Still starstruck; how'd we get here?
    Your hand reaches my face and
    I want to give and take, then,
    what is this overwhelming fear?
    Still starstruck; how'd we get here?
    How'd we get here?
    How'd we get here?

    You've got my head spinning,
    around you like a solar system.
    But I like where it's leaning; your lips and then some.
    Got to control my breathing,
    but you tell me no,
    "I want you and all
    of what makes your constellation."

    (Take me flying,
    higher than my mind
    can leave me dying.
    Take me flying,
    higher than my mind
    can leave me dying.)

    Drunk from our conversation,
    so where is my motivation?
    Still starstruck; how'd we get here?
    Your hand reaches past my face and
    I want to give and take, then,
    what is this overwhelming fear?
    Still starstruck; how'd we get here?
    How'd we get here?
    How'd we get here?
    ©soliquince

  • soliquince 21w

    Call that the Soul, pt. 1

    Inside the eyes of the one you love the most;
    the craft turned to style from hours, I'll give a toast.
    To what can't be seen but drives the hands of artists,
    from newly started or departed.
    Newlyweds the first night,
    a mother's child seeing stars for the first time.
    The calm that settles through every brushstroke,
    and that nostalgia of fresh rain on concrete
    on your home street.
    Whistling Robin Hood, having it memorized off the TV.
    I call that the soul.
    Head rocking with no
    music, bopping along;
    fingers tapping a song,
    singing into a spatula
    like a microphone.
    Not even hitting the right notes,
    but it feels alright;
    seelf taught, fixing your bike,
    Grease on spokes, knees hit the curb.
    But you've had worse,
    or so your friends have been told.
    First girl who's hand you'd hold,
    after, feeling 95 years old.
    Grandma's home cooked ribs filling your nose,
    feeling of love in your heart for those
    who feel the same kinda way.
    Both you and they know
    and you kinda choke up.
    Well I call that the soul.
    ©soliquince

  • soliquince 23w

    Shrimp

    Wave a gun in the air, go ahead,
    put it to my head n' pull the trigger.
    Put on airs with a
    shrimp figure;
    you can make six figures, but
    I'll be sittin' here,
    5'6", still feelin' bigger.
    Macadamia post nut shitter
    to get some folks triggered.
    "Personally I prefer
    homegrown women,
    not dudes with long nails, fake tits and a perm."
    At least it's easier to discern
    lyricism in the midst of
    repetitious mumble mixups. (Mixtapes)
    This is a stickup,
    so hand over your bars
    and nobody gets hurt.
    I'll take your Rolex,
    pills and fancy cars
    and on your gravestone
    when I walk by,
    I'll drop off some roses.
    Before that,
    by the time you're overdosin';
    Genius calls you one of the chosen,
    I'll be the boogeyman
    stitchin' the morticians thread.
    Still leaves me sickened
    that even half this shit
    earns platinum accolades
    when all you do is run your mouth
    a mile a minute, shit faced
    unaware of half of what you say.
    If the snare carries you around
    and not the other way,
    let's get something straight;
    you're not a rapper,
    ain't nothing but a stain.
    Strains of a virus,
    part of the hive mind
    with no individual brain.
    ©soliquince

  • soliquince 23w

    Inner voices pt. 1

    "There comes a point in time
    When you can't avoid the signs,
    put down your pen and pad
    and abort the rhymes.
    You need a real job,
    something to support a wife;
    Take off your glasses, bitch, and turn out the lights.
    This ain't nothing but a childish game, that's why
    it's called wordplay, your inner voices decide
    if you feel somehow some way. Besides,
    you can't do nothing but cry
    when a motherfucker gets in your face.
    Let me remind
    you of everytime
    you choked instead of sprayed,
    Voice straight up decayed;
    sat your ass down and behaved.
    Lost, confused and afraid,
    too many dudes to name.
    Who pushed you around
    and you just smiled and waved.
    If they unzipped,
    you'd probably suck dick;
    coward piece of shit faggot.
    Stringed up mannequin
    on standby, always left behind.
    When you die alone,
    no one'll care about your lines."
    ©soliquince

  • soliquince 27w

    One and the same

    Chest to chest,
    love making, not just casual sex;
    the rhythm of life and the soul of music.
    No way to abuse it,
    only when the spirit has left.
    No ears to hear love when the heart is deaf.
    Correct me if I'm wrong, but in the stead
    of romance, both the sound and touch blend
    together. One and the same trend.
    One and the same heartache when
    it doesn't go right, same hurt by rejection.
    Same alcoholic intervention.
    Stank face with drinks to chase,
    dreams I meant.
    Woman or keyboard, the worth is what you put into it.
    Not the money spent.
    Sure as hell not a one night event,
    otherwise you're committing a cardinal offense.
    Carve a name into the wood of a tree or a guitar
    That shit had better mean something.
    Carve her heart in twain then blame the strings,
    it's the same effect on a person or an instrument.
    Be bored with both of "hers,"
    lazy with care, swerve
    into the easy lane, and don't learn
    from your mistakes; it'll end with both of you burned.
    Another to be played, taken their place in turn.
    No passion but only that pathetic way to yearn.
    "I could never play like that/never find a woman, that's facts."
    ©soliquince

  • soliquince 28w

    Getting the axe.

    I lean my head against the tonic
    cause it speaks through me as a prophet.
    Crooked, and looking to make a profit,
    but still a stupid motherfucker who's a slave to logic;
    just one bad night to worse, that happens once too often.
    Any one of these days could lead me into the coffin,
    yet somehow I'm still looking for solace
    in the wrong things.
    Someone to blame.
    What can I say?
    Take my head and just lop it
    off, shit, looks like I've already lost it.
    But you can still hear me talking;
    ghost in that shell of a blockhead.
    Can't even hear myself knocking
    but that ain't even that uncommon.
    Headless horseman, senseless and rotten.
    Stiff resting, not in peace, but preferably long forgotten.
    ©soliquince

  • soliquince 28w

    Incomplete

    So many hours,
    this ceiling fan counts
    my blinks as I stare at nothing.
    So many wrongs,
    spoken or overdone
    and I still can't make them make sense.

    If it's one or another,
    tear into each other
    and in the middle, why should I bother?
    Tear into each other,
    like wounded lovers.
    In the middle with no time to recover.

    Lending the strength I owe you.
    Till I fall, and I won't, so don't you
    pick me up.
    Straight to the grave, I know you
    mean well, but it's okay. I'll show you
    with my mouth sewn shut.

    Whole body's aching,
    work into the day's end.
    Fake wheezing, dying of "laughter."
    Don't feel like sleeping,
    do the same routine again.
    Play games for what I'm looking after.

    If it's one or another,
    tear into each other
    and in the middle, why should I bother?
    Tear into each other,
    like wounded lovers.
    In the middle with no time to recover.

    Lending the strength I owe you.
    Till I fall, and I won't, so don't you
    pick me up.
    Straight to the grave, I know you
    mean well, but it's okay. I'll show you
    with my mouth sewn shut.

    Don't you pity me
    for what's incomplete.
    Damn your empathy,
    and what's "best for me."
    Don't you pity me.
    Don't you pity me.

    Lending the strength I owe you.
    Till I fall, and I won't, so don't you
    pick me up.
    Straight to the grave, I know you
    mean well, but it's okay. I'll show you
    with my mouth sewn shut.

    Lending the strength I owe you.
    Till I fall, and I won't, so don't you
    pick me up.
    Straight to the grave, I know you
    mean well, but it's okay. I'll show you
    with my mouth sewn shut.
    ©soliquince

  • soliquince 29w

    Zombie

    Tomorrow, is a yesterday,
    blended into an endless fray,
    born in toxic decay,
    sprinkle a little bit of pain,
    it's a stain,
    restrained to be strained and stressed.
    #Blessed,
    but no rest for the wicked,
    eyes faded in this mess.
    It's okay,
    still shuffling today,
    zombie only partly, please stay away.
    Shambling rot, doesn't want you to taste,
    doesn't want you to see his face,
    see the vicious strain,
    of this disease in his brain,
    please refrain
    from speaking to him now, your words can wait.
    What you'll take
    from what he'll say,
    doesn't matter, he's alone anyways.
    always asking a lot,
    he is what he's not,
    which is why he never wants to talk.
    Whenever it stops,
    and the zombie doesn't stumble, he's able to walk,
    it lasts for the ride up, but the coaster is yet to start.
    Falling to pieces but keeping the parts,
    to keep moving sometimes you need to lose who you are.
    And that's why the skin and bone corpse you see is looking starved,
    He's missing a vital organ,
    not hunger for the brains, but missing a heart.
    Like they say though, in this world, without one you'll go far.
    He'd rather let his talking head be hung up like a work of art.
    Maybe then people will change,
    probably not, probably way too late,
    but he's hanging out somewhere
    and the people might appreciate
    for a while before they carry on with their day,
    as he collect dust from years of being on display
    maybe somebody can relate
    to the zombie in the glass case.
    ©soliquince