Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
I must have talked to Student Loans, a hundred times, about getting my papers, for "Interest Relief." "Good fucking grief!"
By ©I.M. "That Girl," Inure Muse6 years ago in Poets
Maybe I literally had to break into a million pieces, in order for my true nature to come out. Maybe, I needed to be a saint, or a sinner;
I was walking to the bus stop, right? And while I'm waiting there, for my bus, I noticed him, in the distance; pushing his cart.
quit thinking because i got all this talent and knowledge that i gotta act a certain way, put on a mask for you quit thinking because i’ve accomplished so many things
By savage writer6 years ago in Poets
Sort of like what we used to get, when we were kids... and you sat over in the corner, sulking, not playing with your friends?
Just mentally rich.. with a keen attitude about staying sharply, enriched. Mainly in energy, spirit and knowledge. Sound mind in this bitch!
I need to wake up, from this bullshit. PLEASE! I'm on my knees. Begging for some kind of relief, from these... waste-ass peeps.
I don't want to set the bar too high. I just want to enjoy having you here, smoking a joint or whatever... having a beer.
Raging winds, rain, cupped in moist, cool air, and dark clouds, swirling, between the neural paths, filled with debris and obstacles, amidst
Really!? Why don't you tell me how it works? I don't have the ability to make my own fucking decisions and express myself.
I was this girl, in a place, filled with people. Another, girl, brought me there. This bitch with long black hair, waist length, fair skin, light flesh, light eyes.
Sunrise smears its rays on my eyes Big guy expects our daily appointment Missed, while I check my phone, checking ties Checking texts, going downstairs, missing self contentment
By Harydo Neon6 years ago in Poets
