Pink

[ReaLyfe]

Criminal Mass Subliminals - Edge
Thoughts for in - K.E.M.



I've lived a life that no one would ever own up to.
The things I did, and the things they did.
And when they is ever used in any piece of my writings
it merely means:
every person in the world who I have ever come in contact with on any level.
Yes they means you who are reading this very piece.
That's exactly what this is,
a piece of my life that I had to recover in the solemnity of sulfur.
Alot of pieces I threw down to the rivier...
some were ripped apart by doves...
Yet others I don't remember even ever having possessed.
Yes I am possessed,
if you want to know what happens next,
Heaven knows the rest,
but hell has my records,
I transferred.
Well sent in the application
but since then I have been messing up to the extent in which times gives no extent-tion, ambivalence asked me if I went to serve my in-Hell suspension,
told her, "Yes I went hun.
Money? I spent none,
but I have to go."
She said, "No."
That's the last I ever spoke to her.
I awoke to the new her, Pink
Yes Pink was the morning sunrise that painted abstract scenes with her green eyes.
Yeah her eyes are green because it is the reflection of who I am.
I am the embodiment of jealousy,
I even contemplated going to court to change my name to that,
but decided it would give me a bad name...
I smell her... Pink I mean.
She smells like my coffee ice cream wrapped in hazelnuts and drowning in mandarin.
Somewhat why I think of her when I drink my coffee first thing in the morning, and when I take my shower with mandarin extracts,or when I see her freckels that exude a taste of hazelnuts freshly picked from heaven's best.


Now I can barely smell her or picture her in my mind,

some photographer I am.


I gave her a nickname no matter how corny it was and she didn't even acknowledge the thought,
she did what she wanted.
Said she needed time to think,
but that was after she took the time.
Time, why are you the ultimate healer yet bring me more pain as I try to get over things... over... time,
so at work I stay overtime,
just to make sure that time never enters my mind,
I'm blind.
Yes you see my pupils connect with yours but my heart wont let me see who you are.
You are like a blur in the picture my eye takes and everything else is in focus.
Yet my priorities aren't in focus and I know stress,
it wrinkles my youth and decays through decades,
my tooth.
She is the sweetest truth
I've ever tasted,
but she is no longer edible
I haven't eaten in days
Some call it love sick
I call it...

[Xylo]

mistake!

[ReaLyfe]

thanks

[TANGLUNG]

blurs in the picture.decays in time
portals.a few of loves favorite things used against
the fellas to keep us sprung.funny thing is we know this
and still we fall badly.never heard it put as you put it
bro.original.a new vision and friendly reminder or poetic warning.plus the abrupt ending was
wicked!!dopeness brethren.sheer dopeness.~bless~

[ReaLyfe]

wat mod is fuckin wit xy? i hate mods who abuse their power....

[walrus]

Excellent write...!!!...!!!...except the title is bugging me. My fault not yours. Cannot get the cross reference out of my mind with this one. How about "light pink or off pink or famingo pink...lol...?" Just saying and messing with ya...lol...I know it's gotta be how you see it. Engaging my filtering mechanism now and turning off my big cyber gob ...

walrus

[anier lexa.]

sounds like it could be in a song these lines:

Alot of pieces I threw down to the rivier...
some were ripped apart by doves...
Yet others I don't remember even ever having possessed.
Yes I am possessed,
if you want to know what happens next,
Heaven knows the rest,


this was dope. a 360 from ur norm ...keep illin'

[Exis]

believe it or not , I make some of the greatest efforts to put aside time to read what you post man...Vulgar's material had me into poetry from one of the first ever pieces I read from him.And with heads like Imp , KEM , TANG , Walrus , 7th , yourself and Avarice when he posts here...keepin' me comin' back to this section on the regular...yo I thankyou...firstly for lettin' me read the content you think up and secondly for attractin' raw lyricists to this part of the forum.

let me quote what I really felt...

a piece of my life that I had to recover in the solemnity of sulfur.
Alot of pieces I threw down to the rivier...
some were ripped apart by doves...
Yet others I don't remember even ever having possessed.
Yes I am possessed,
if you want to know what happens next,
Heaven knows the rest,
but hell has my records,
I transferred.

^^that's all hot...

I'm blind.
Yes you see my pupils connect with yours but my heart wont let me see who you are.

^^chea...

I like this as a whole , it's hard to breakdown well written shit and I thought you got things across in a pretty effortless manner.Emotion and Imagery , two major elements in what you drop I feel...here both are executed well combined with great diction...another gem I've commented on my friend...until I return may you continue to blossom in your craft and fuck all else...

...easy bloodline.

[K.E.M]

hello hello, i thought this real nice..it's rather an evolving piece in terms of the progression it makes within it's writing and personality.

"She smells like my coffee ice cream wrapped in hazelnuts and drowning in mandarin.
Somewhat why I think of her when I drink my coffee first thing in the morning, and when I take my shower with mandarin extracts,or when I see her freckels that exude a taste of hazelnuts freshly picked from heaven's best. "

that was..so great man, you really made that all it could be. Lovely description, really. i especially liked the last bit cause i've freckles myself and i find them a great thing and the word itself is kinda unique as is the look they give, so when it's mentioned and then described as superbly as this..it goes over quite well. the imagery in that is..i can't say enough about how much i enjoyed that part.

" gave her a nickname no matter how corny it was and she didn't even acknowledge the thought,
she did what she wanted. "

i liked how this sounded in my head, very sincere and without care but not in that arrogant way just..the only people it concerns are those involved,


this is perhaps my favorite read of yours..it's got a lot of heart to it and you can hear the voice throughout it all, very desperate and trying. lamenting as well, in a different way than usual..i can't explain it so i won't try..

a Superb piece, truly. i am glad i got to it finally.

[ReaLyfe]

Walrus: Pink is a nickname for a real person, this was so real, because it was based of someone I know... so now you can get it out of ya head... lol

anier lexa: yeah def, record it... we can split the profit... lol

Exis: I really appreciate ya indepth feeds n the time you do take to read my shyt... stay up brethern

K.E.M.: I'm glad you finally got to it too, and I appreciate your feed and thank you for enjoying the freckles part... lol stay up, callab soon?

[Vulgar]

Originally Posted by ReaLyfe

wat mod is fuckin wit xy? i hate mods who abuse their power....

No moderator edited Xylo's post, if it says "edited by Xylo" then it was edited by Xylo.

This the food, baby. This the slam poetry we love to read. Love to eat on the street corners and coffee shops.

"I smell her... Pink I mean.
She smells like my coffee ice cream wrapped in hazelnuts and drowning in mandarin."

Poetry like this is bold, brazen, in your face with dozens of aromatic sensations. When you write the words green apple, do you not taste something sour or see a bright green in your mind's eye? Our mental processes allow for colors to mitigate, combine, merge, entwine, converge, collide until the blueprint resembles the skeleton of a jungle moth. Anatomy is there, now it's left to the writer to map out the spectrum and dictate their own beliefs of expressionism. I call it pink. The age of possibility, the sage of Harlem trinity, the starving intricacies of a language used in desirable purpose. When I think of pink, thoughts of the female singer with spikey hair and Cam'Ron's shirt immediately come into view - I can't control it, but I can push them aside from commonground to shrouds of distant influence so your ideas can come in fully and without any interfering energies. What you brought forth was an organic pink. An industrialized rotary blade infused with the same ingredient used to soak up the glorious sidewalks - and when you arrive, this is where life starts.

Any select color from the natural blend will do.

Keep doing you

[ReaLyfe]

mos def appreciate it my dude.... you already know how it is...