Uro Rhymes

So I incessantly toil,

Amongst the foliage of foil,

That you beset my soil,

That I planned to sew.

 

Convenience was delight,

To entertain through respite,

You had quite the appetite,

Until dessert.

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(Pause)

.

What?

.

I heard you. I…

.

Give me a minute.

.

(Pause)

.

No.

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When you realize that

beauty is fleeting and

actions are reaping therefore

success = leeching, this ain’t

a notion I’m reaching, it’s

reality that I’m preaching.

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Mirror Mirror, in pieces on the floor,
I’ve chosen to not like you anymore.
I’m sick of your taunts and wall flower pride,
Guilty as charged: reflection homicide.

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You say you don’t understand me,

So stop listening to my words.

When I speak, I speak through body,

Not lexically tamed verbs.

 

If you want to know the truth,

I suggest you don’t read my lips.

My eyes, my hands, my posture,

It’s in the way I move my hips.

 

Language is our boundary,

We were meant to be contained.

I want to let you know so bad,

But my tongue remains tear-stained.

 

Next time I say I’m fine,

Look at my fists clenched tight,

They are speaking for me when I say:

 

I love you too, goodnight.

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If I Should die before I sleep,

I hope you allow my soul to creep.

Upon my pillow to place a dream,

That I, by fate, can no more redeem.

Though strange and wild and

Beautiful and few,

Dreams were never meant to come true.

They remain contained in that strange

Land of hue,

Where nothing is old, but nothing is new.

Everything is perpetual déjà-vu.

From unrequited love to a case of the flu.

If I Should I die before I sleep,

I hope you allow my soul to creep.

Upon the pillow of a fellow dream,

To turn their REM to a baneful scream.

Sweet dreams.

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Re-Wording “Doing It Wrong” By Drake

So cry if you need to, but I can’t stay to watch you,

I wouldn’t know what to do.

I wish I could stay too, but I think I might love you,

A feeling so raw and so new.

Talk if you need to, but I’ll pretend not to hear you,

That’s what I’m expected to do.

Cause you’ll say you love me, and I’ll end up lying,

And say I don’t love you too.

But you need someone different,

Oh oh,

Someone persistent.

Oh oh

Who knows what they’re missin’

Oh oh.

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There is no need for penance if you have nothing to repent.

You gotta practice what you preach if you seek that ascent.

The answer isn’t found in that book you hold tight,

But go on, keep reading if it helps you sleep at night.

Who me? How am I? How have I come so far?

I found someone who doesn’t need a book to tell them who they are.

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Bane over Brain

So your feelings have changed, that’s fine I guess.

My heart might be bleeding, something I should probably address.

You see, I didn’t want you, your feigned love and all,

I suppose like the others, I was destined to fall.

And fall I did, breaking all common sense left.

I blame myself, though technically it was             theft.

Down I fall,

Down,

Down.

Looks like I’m still falling,

Down,

Down.

Oh, there go my legs, the ones you walked beside.

I said I was fine, through my teeth, I lied.

Oh, there go my hands, the ones you would hold,

I guess it’s for the best, they were starting to get cold.

Oh, there goes one arm, now the other.

I didn’t want you then, now I can’t see another.

Oh, there goes my stomach, with the butterflies inside,

You once made them flutter, then cut their wings,

they died.

Oh, there goes my heart, the ventricle to the soul,

Spewing those feelings, blood red to coal.

Oh, there go my eyes, that saw right through you,

The moment you said you loved me is the moment I rue.

Oh, there go my ears that never heard you say,

That you were sorry for lying to me that day.

Oh, there my brain remains, as good as new,

Reminding me of how

I can never have you.

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A Lie for A Lie

She wants fame, says she wants you.

But you’ll find out too late what I already know to be true.

The status, the name, the brand, that’s your glue.

And I’ll continue to rue that moment when you asked,

If I felt it too.

No.

How can one tell the truth and lie at the same,

time?

To lie is not a crime, to anyone but you,

Sleepless nights with empty justification will not make those lies more true.

If only he knew.

But now it’s too,

late.

Last train left, clock strikes twelves, no genie in a bottle, only,

fate.

Fate being the code name for all wrongdoings giving illusions of a

clean slate.

And mine is now whipped clean.

Chalk dust hidden, unseen.

The water calm at dawn, serene.

Emotional forecast: codeine.

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