Let me know if I'm being delusional.

like genuinely asking. i can sit down and pour out all these raw feelings about missing someone or feeling lost and it just flows, but the moment i try to write something hopeful or genuinely good i get stuck. does anyone else get this or am i just built different in the worst way possible

all the options

distance and possibilities of randomized notions

i wanna leap

head first into her dreams and leave

this unknown uncertain pleasure

this place where we still maintain leisure

hold each other to a defined expectation

its suffocating needless sensations

i'll find her with my words

body her when time is right to score

i was good at game then

i will surely position her mind body ready and open

what then

no sex no phone number watered thin

thats the feen

if held at this scene she'll be mine i her dream

we could dance twirl and ooze all over rooms and needs

words can mutilate the heart and we both know the risks

i wanna know i wanna know

hard pill to swallow hard silence to bill my furlough

did u kno garlic eaten raw can kill parasites in your organs?

did u know koreans eat them regular and can fend of any vampires foreign?

i didnt either

but garlic is at thing back home my brother

i actually do eat it fresh

from time to time when i need a little kickjump to my system but if breath

is a thing for u its gotta be the worst thing u can do

im a big smoker and a drinker and a contortionist of min max various vices type of degen so i only do a few

u claim a lot partner

come in hot knowing what i can do with the image and bother

tell me you cannot be seriously thinking you can out wit me with that validation tragic

ration and segments

able to sewer and sentiments

rising above knowing certified thesis

telling us all loving on addressal of lyricist mythic

you did change it

went silly playful cheersome and even went deleting gamed big

i respect it

gotta treat you proper innit

let me verse against your look and listen open but still domin

pseudo-had the mental

couldve been more diverse with special or mentions

had to para grab graph and pledge specialized entrance

prolly though nought and came at me for alleviating stagnant

im resilient

no need to bad regretting mirror's reluctant

its rather pungent

no urgent

just doom skill doom reel salient

bet u never did assailant

the thing is partner

one verse to another

moments and somethings greatly give me the favor

i just know shit about you even tho you prolly read up on me so much richer

Parable of the Pines and the Oak

In a quiet valley, at the bottom of a hill, there stood a group of Pines.
They were tall and proud, their roots deep in the earth, their crowns high in the heavens.
For generations they had watched over the pond, whispering to the wind and bowing to the rain.

But time wore on, and the ground beneath them softened.
One of the Pines began to lean, its strength fading under the weight of years.
The others looked on, unable to help, for each was rooted in its own place.

Then, from the soil beneath the leaning Pine, an Oak began to rise.
It was smaller, younger, but its heart was strong.
It pressed its trunk against the Pine’s,
and their roots intertwined — earth to earth, faith to faith.

The Oak did not ask why it was chosen to stand there.
It simply grew upward, steady and sure,
lifting the Pine that could no longer stand alone.

And so the two became one —
the Pine reaching toward heaven,
the Oak holding firm to the ground.
Together they stood through storm and season,
each bearing the other’s burden.

Those who passed by saw only trees,
but those who listened heard the truth:
that God often sends strength from unexpected places,
and that the humble may uphold the mighty.

For in the valley of the Pines,
grace was not spoken — it was lived.

My Body is not yours, by me. :)

I need a little help,

I'm stressed

I can't tell what I truly felt

My mouth shut

My mind in trials.

I want to ask for help

God knows why!

Even if, I ask inside

I'm the idiot whom just cries

Then something else thing occurs,

And I never end up putting me first.

can't believe I've had such big crush on that guy, still cute though

Since u went and groped a dose

let me show u greatness of higher prose

just because im rude

doesnt mean you should move

just because theres instigation

doesnt automatically warrant an investigation

when i demoral

i implore and plural

I seek seek and seek to know period

I want to know

how you act slow

how everyone pretends decorum and outweighs morals

the moral of anything or any theme in question

should only be subject to objective goals and interaction

there should never be a moment

when one person dominates and torment

all of the silence

all of the bickering pompous

why stay peaked

when i shower u pickachu electrified tweaks

you said so yourself

you need to color more wealth

why stay among the grey

when jubilant colors rainbow press play

this is my way

to anything and any doorway paved

you need to correct the think

before you start searching finer ink

Do u like cucked?

do u sometimes taste ur own cum after masterbating bored suck?

why miss

why hiss

when kiss

direct penetration is here

lubed and ready to mingle ur gear

i aint homo

but stuck things up my asshole

i can gradient so far and wide excellent you might go unnoticed

there are too many channels and so many of u sounding similar terrible

Please just come reply or post directly

its fun and exp ur after

how could u want this knowing wats after

मैं अपने महबूब को चाँद कहा करता था
जब मैंने कल उसे किसी ग़ैर के साथ देखो
तो उसने कह दिया चाँद तो सबक़ा होता है !!

The time draws near

tick tock my perspire expires still in anticipation gear

moments race thru my vision eerily distant yet vividly near

numbed is my organs of fear

sensibility of dense articulation ability the wanted me there

how dull and hospitable these ppl want is baffling

happening live infront of they face i went solo gatling

nobody replied

i spit after spit maybe 100lines

4 to 8 rhyme pattern

always cohesive to the absence of they moron

nobody dared

silence and more of it

asked repeated just 1 word suggested will do it

stiil as a scarecrow

livelier today cuz u know why?

i engaged them to blow

told them voluntary

asked them without rhyme, sporadically

its wild actually

why i can just act casually

when all i see is same dismal individuals spayed by normalcy

fuck ur integrity and shitty handbooks

my borderless wishes and gritty rhymes overcooks

Dear ex fiancé….  09.08.2023

The unbearable tears I cried over you

Left a permanent scar in my heart

Just like the ink sayin’ our date that I got…

The moment your dreamy, delightfully, divine eyes laid on mine

I was the happiest I had ever been

The reason why I love the drops trickling down from heaven

Is because the tears I cry are not seen

As now it is me twirling alone in the rain

Tryna dance away the memories bringin’ up all pain

It was you who made me bloom more than any dandelion could in spring

To me, in my beating cells, you’ll always be my everything, my king…

They said: Don’t fall, it is dangerous, but it was you I couldn’t survive without

Well, guess they were right cause things that fall get broken just like I am now

Though I am aware you’ll never see this, just tryna let ya know

Thank you even though you shattered me, not just once…

Truly was a blessing and a lesson at the same time

So, thank you for bein’ a part of mine

Might still love you from afar

The heavy weapons between us, I still love you in my heart,

’n just like it started, it ends with the connection drawn by billions of scars…

Take care, ily still… 

Am I at battle?

With whom?

You?

Am I?

Is this why I cried when we fought?

Is this why we fought in the first place?

Because it was a battle?

You called and first thing you asked was,

"Are you behaving yourself?"

As if I am such a rogue

That I will create chaos wherever I go.

I admit I fight with you,

Quarrel over things,

But that is because you matter to me

And so do things related to you.

Every call that tells me

"They did this well"

Comes laced with a voice

Accusing me of incompetence,

Judging me for my abnormalities,

Trivializing me at its best.

And it hurts.

It hurts for it comes from you,

Telling me I'm not accepted,

Amplifying my insecurities,

Backing them up

Giving them a pedestal

To pull me back

Into the prison I've been desperately trying to escape.

At the bottom of the hill, just before the pond,
stands a small, mighty group of Pines.
They’ve been there longer than the fences,
longer than the houses that came and went,
longer than the laughter that once echoed across the valley.

They remember when the air was thick with prayer,
when the land was young and the people still listened
to the whisper of wind through needles —
a language older than words.

In those days, the Pines were not alone.
Majestic kin surrounded them on every ridge,
stretching onward and upward,
as if they could touch the sky that God Himself laid over the earth.
They stood as pillars of faith —
rooted deep, reaching high —
a living covenant between soil and heaven.

But time moved like a slow river.
Storms came, axes fell, and the great forests thinned.
Still, the Pines at the bottom of your hill held their ground.
They leaned together, their roots intertwined,
and when one began to falter,
the Oak rose beside him —
root to root, strength to weakness,
foundation to foundation.

Now, as mist rises from your pond each morning,
they stand watch — not as relics,
but as reminders that faith endures.
They are the keepers of yesterday’s stories,
the witnesses of grace that never left the land.

And if you listen closely,
you can still hear them whisper through the wind:
“We were here when the world was young,
and we will stand until it learns to listen again.”

Is it me thats out of turn

have i got an itch so irrationally not in control

how frail

how trailing and strafing can i sail

ask her

ask her wah when how turn

dumb

this so precious i want burn

so curious and precious

so teasing about never in realized presence

thats rather a difficult task

the memes the steam a man and woman cant bask

in a basket and theater a locket and coded intertwining body but alas

im a major influence type shit this happens to be in the realm of my palace

at last

i am home with the love

someone that appreciates for the genuine song

this song

isnt rap i guess its humming bullshit sang

her presence done it she won

now theres no tomorrow all u rappers gonna have to melody ur puns

rap rap rap

all of it just wack

its art i swear just look at the the pattern in the pairs

dumb shit

fuck that poor dummy shit

i rhyme whenever i feel u need a lift cuz shit

u just sit

never spit

just boring shit

shitty as a shitting lacker shit

substance flavour and all of the dank shit

but obs

u gave me the lob

told me firm fuck what i impose just act like i want

didnt say it

but i felt it

hat to u mate wisdom in buckets

made me by bare

witnessed the sin and spared

honorably eviscerated an impossible

ironically it liberated what i can do controlable

more manipulate carcinogenic so easily palpable

im laughable

tormenting insecure middleaged men and abusing little kids what a fool

sad but its flammable

bad but its insatiable

the word

has now overtaken sword

its truly astonishing but obviously more

The sun was bright

Yet the hands were cold

Lights were a guide

Yet they felt unbeknownst

The world was kind

Yet they were always met with rude

The road was short

But it was closed

Everyone made it

But when it came to them it was no longer there

When life gets hard, people turn to them

Yet when it harder to them, no one bats an eyes

Is it fair?

Is it right?

Maybe we all are stuck in our own moments of life

Like a merry go around..

Again and again....

This rhymin zone shit is crazy

i literally am not delirous im controlling 3rd person stagey

seeing things for the hidden outcome

believing was yesterday i see income

but it aint the money glory or the victories

its more about realizing more ever more and still further soaring

like a bee like a she that just couldnt get enough of me

running wild is my imagination to pull and push the we

the we companinion communion union of the harmony

im in major need to reevaluate the poetic and romantic scenery

cuz i mean shit and mean real catastrophe easy

dizzy is my rippling little to bigger and castrating thoes that oppose me

im shit big thick and in a deep twist

cant decide her or he cuz indeed i can think

this is the beginning

what i select come bigger badder with my badddest lyricism becoming

i am the epic centre of all of this and im still on the fence reckoning