when i don't have a topic, or am having writers block I'll try to just rhyme something out and to keep my mind from wandering.. but I want to make a book and put some of these in there sort of as my poetry underwear 
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I need to write another rap, another poem, another boom bap-cypher. Preserving life like eye of the tiger.
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You stand there looking at me, me looking at you, giving you a reflection of you thats leaving us so blue. You stare at me all confused because that man you got keeps on hitting you. Your reflection tells a beautiful story, but you don't have the courage to tell him it's through.
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I got nothing to write; no fights rumbling in my heart. Nothings tumbling, stuck in a trance of writers block. [bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse] that shotgun so we can go shoot us some freedom. This is jibberish and so rediculously dumb. St. Augustine says Love's the beauty of the soul. Thats what keeps us warm in this world thats so damn cold. It told me to hang them up, so I put 'em on. I'll play like a King even when it treats me like a pawn. When your life looks dark as night I'll be your dawn.
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I'm going to start writing something. Probably going to start rhyming something. I feel like climbing on top of something and yelling all my frustrations out about nothing. Dumping my heartless heart, I think it's broken, it wont stop thumping!
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(soemtimes I'll go back and use some of these lines so don't be suprised if you they look like repeats). Does anybody else do this or am I just weird?
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I need to write another rap, another poem, another boom bap-cypher. Preserving life like eye of the tiger.
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You stand there looking at me, me looking at you, giving you a reflection of you thats leaving us so blue. You stare at me all confused because that man you got keeps on hitting you. Your reflection tells a beautiful story, but you don't have the courage to tell him it's through.
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I got nothing to write; no fights rumbling in my heart. Nothings tumbling, stuck in a trance of writers block. [bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse] that shotgun so we can go shoot us some freedom. This is jibberish and so rediculously dumb. St. Augustine says Love's the beauty of the soul. Thats what keeps us warm in this world thats so damn cold. It told me to hang them up, so I put 'em on. I'll play like a King even when it treats me like a pawn. When your life looks dark as night I'll be your dawn.
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I'm going to start writing something. Probably going to start rhyming something. I feel like climbing on top of something and yelling all my frustrations out about nothing. Dumping my heartless heart, I think it's broken, it wont stop thumping!
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(soemtimes I'll go back and use some of these lines so don't be suprised if you they look like repeats). Does anybody else do this or am I just weird?