Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
The after thought of some bad decision. Resulting in a two and 1/4 pound, mistake one night, eventually, sliced open by a C-Section,
By ©I.M. "That Girl," Inure Muse6 years ago in Poets
Buddha, says: The foot feels the foot when it feels, the ground. Ergo, now that I've found my footing (and the seeds, in my feet, have found soil)
I just went to dinner, with a friend, today. An Italian spot, everyone said was pretty hot. So we went and checked it out.
We are not fucking cool. You can't just, say the things, you've said, do the things you do, hurt a persons soul. Rip their heart to pieces,
They come in all shapes and sizes, deviant fiends. Disguised sometimes, as civilized human beings. Suck, at the verve of your soul, till it bleeds.
I had a dream, about you... your mom was also dying from the same, shit that took your grandmother too. And you were a frantic and displaced man.
Trapped in my own truth. Miseducation has reared its ugly head submerged my ignorance in the saliva in my mouth. And at once, my words became sharp; and frequently uncouth.
Neon, let me in, I can take care of your skeletons I think you have punished me enough for the abandoning Don't let all of this consume you
By Harydo Neon6 years ago in Poets
Change, we all want but never have it A better me is what I am needing But I can't have it, it seems like a far reach So self-doubt's next on the grocery list
Why am I angry? Why do I feel this fire inside, consuming my being, smoke clouding my mind? Why do I feel this tired inside, exhausted by exhaust fumes fuming from the dragon in my heart acting out of line?
By Yung Lo6 years ago in Poets
Got me catching feelings like a dream catcher catching dreams Only if you knew what it feels like to be like me. My hearts always racing for you like these bad men running as fast as they can from the cops;
By ITZ Jazmineee6 years ago in Poets
Saying whatever you have to, to get in between my thighs. You, pitiful creature. It doesn't have a face, your behavior.
