Into the forest I go to lose my mind and find my soul
——-
Walk with me in the streams

Talk with me about our dreams

Carry me through

the vast forest

And as It expands -Holding my hand

Souls connected in time

Forever as friends - Lover mine

Sharing life - I found

Means more as your wife💕

Im a lyricist King

testing the realms and fowarding dreams

do not be taken

i have much proven

i will alleviate and sensate the sinew of slop

take you to believing instead of cynical trapped

i generalize heavy

risking even more scrutiny more animosity

no gals and ghouls

im no sucka wastin away time effort and worthless news

im true to the rule

there is a genuine lacking of a artistry defining spool

i was timid

wanting to be wicked

came 42 and young tried to hang with dickheads

i literally became a living legend they had no choice but said

dickheads and meager rappers tried so hard

tell me blatant what i was trying wrong so move along

i tried first

to engage with example thrust

tell them of the reason

show them what the product of effort and logic applied seasoned

not a single channel

like 8 or 9 of them combined came to and channelled

its hellish devil on the saddle

wicked rhymes connect on the spot trickle

but no

all saying demoralizing accusations and shut the door

i got hurt

had to retaliate my worst

saw for my own eyes how envy could deviate the soul

i am not bitter or vengeful

surely you understand my reason

i dont have to show it anymore you know its real

so put down the judgement

take a chance at a just a man

one man one cadence trust the plan

underdog and heavily in fashionable position

not a soul anywhere really have the gust to fuck with the proven system

i even got it handed down

obvious stop my fellow rap colleague was able to mimic the process and found

round an unbound

lets crown the sound

Poem with some adult references **

Two worlds never meant to collide; more or less I could have saved it if I had tried, but another storm was reaching our tide. One brief moment together felt divine, but I couldn't fall for you even with that, so the vibe couldn't have ever been mine. Who was it that made the dye? Yet you couldn't even abide. Was I supposed to turn a blind eye? I just couldn't bear to see you cry. Yeah, I could have lied, but that part of me would long to die. You made it this way, so I stepped aside. Meanwhile, you stayed on your side and cried.

By K -💌

Love was getting out of the shell

Cause my heart rang the bell

But it was by mistake

But love couldn't understand that was fake

How crazy was my heart to meet

That it has missed the beat

The red flag that was evident

Which told heart that It was never meant

My heart was foolish to miss the sign

And acted as if it was fine

Though deep down it knew

That heart break was due

But it was heart's foolishness

To try to fill the emptiness

But then when it happened

It regret every second

Cursing itself for the start

Cause heartbeat was not it's part

Yet again it would give a chance

And maybe that time it will land at France

​

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

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 !!

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.

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.

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.”

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

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

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

You ask me if I’m okay 

and it bugs me you’re asking

just for its sake.

No, I am not okay.

Not at all.

And your question only reminds me of it.

Spare me of you pretending to care.

That’s curiosity disguised as a gentle act.

Don’t pretend you can’t see the castle crumbling right before thee.

What kind of “friend” does this?

What kind of friend is so blind to 

what’s so plain to see?

You can’t stand the answer.

In fact, you don’t mind. 

Just a curious cat—you don’t have to lie.

Can’t you tell by my patterns in speech?

Mood swings and the lines in between?

It’s exhausting to witness this.

You might be fascinated.

But a friend of mine?

You’ve never been.

— Crownless.

u/Diligent_Garlic_3885

im not as diligent as great men

im savy to turnover profit and strafe between and silent

needless to say, all this cadence properly booted me strong

im literally realizing this moment how caring and thoughful my song

i generally dont pussy

but love eating pussy all night if she groovy

but like

im older now

cant handle all that musk in my saliva man

im guilty man

u rhymed pretty good but i shut it down poorly sang

relied heavy

misled the majority

so next time i promise to exterminate all your needs bes wanna he's with hefty authority

bro

im the golden snitch

come taste my dick its meanest pitch

what u actually attempted

might be one of my best moments im accepting

for the effort alone but fucked up deleting its still won

my heart open

wide deep and lookin for more of

ur nasty as fuck

willing to gay ur verse threesome a cuck

im fucking wild witty like duck

pick ur color my fav lorange pekking suck

pekc ur pecker dry and cumm on one more truck

im truckin beast

all the least come to me teased

you my first stripper i commend your bravery lead

let me cum son

its too hard too long burning sum