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13505, Feb COTM: Effa Valentine's Day....*gangsta nod* Posted by delrica, Sun Feb-01-04 06:20 AM
Now before ya'll get your panties/thongs/jock straps in a bunch over the anti-love sentiment...let me go on record by saying, I LOVE love and each and every one of ya'll.
Now...that the mushy schtuff is out of the way, this month's challenges are:
CHALLENGE #1: (and I know we can ALL do this) is to spit nothing but BITTER ANTI-LOVE PIECES...all month long in this here thread.
The rules? Simple: they (your contribution) can be about love, but not in that good way...just basically get the bitterness out. Got a vent you been waiting to unleash? Do it!
CHALLENGE #2: Erotic/Sensual Anti-Love (no straight "bang bang bang") pieces (in the vain of the Sensual/Erotic Haiku Cypher). Yeah...post an anti-love piece...but keep it in that "ooh la la" vain. Yeah...that's it.
Hopefully ... I'll even be able to find something in my repertoire (on at least one of the challenges...if not...I'll be a writing FOOL!)
There is no length requirement, so it can be as short as a haiku, but I would love to see where this really goes.
Ok...that's it!
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13506, The Enemie's Remedy Posted by TheProdigiousPoet, Sun Feb-01-04 07:27 AM
You, you being the one that I loved, I, I being the one who gave You trust, Friends, friends being the one's who persuaded us, Us, us being You and I, this is too much... Altercation, altercations being what ended our relationship, Relationship, relationship being what caused altercations, now we know Patience is bliss... Now that you see the factors that acted as a catalyst, Like acrobatics, we watched our relationship flip, you were a pacifist, And I was an optimist, opportunity ruined me, concluding that I was eludeingly pullulating my prerogatives.... And you being the pessimist, like love, there it is, theoretical therapist... Giving self-inoculations, but the enemie's remedy was too close for approximation... So how was I supposed to be patient when the patient provided her own medicine, reticent savement... Now I'm sitting here with unanswered questions and abstract answers, You needed a dissection because to you I was cancer. But to me you were life, and death came when you left, but now I'm alright... I've just learned to cherish my breaths... (I don't think you remember how this ended.) So in case you've forgotten, I hit rock bottom, but the rocks on your bottom, have disappeared like Sadam, Hussein- who's sane? Not me because I've become delirious with this mysterious pain. And you aimed for my heart, struck my brain, belligerently blinded by those insane boasts which became a hoax, or just joke, another game... Isn't it funny that I found out you were a fake, My mistake but how long did you think it would take... Surreptitious smiles and vicious voices, choosing choices to go wild, Mom told me to wait... I know words can hurt like a two-edged sword, that's why I'm writing this, because actions speak louder than words, but words are like fighting fists. Hiroshima, the atomic bomb, the fever that I'm on, our relationship only made me more strong. Or stronger, love you, no longer, other girls I've grown fonder, I can see yonder, no I can see clearly now that the rain is gone, and the only obstacle in my way, is you. So I'm getting rid of it today. So ketch-up, not ketchup, these aren't condiments; the comments went, ever since I dropped you with some common sense. Alright, no I don't want to fight, I'm just trying to find the quickest way to get you out of my life. I already got you out of my sight; it's from my mind that I'm trying to get you to disunite. So tonight I'll write words that might, seem absurd to those who haven't heard of our fight... Ok, ok, ok, I'm loosing focus... Sometimes when I'm all alone, surrounded by silence, I gaze at your empty thrown and my thoughts turn violent. Not violent as in harsh, but like a violin, when an orchestra begins to start... And my heart, begs for your return, My soul yearns, uncontrollably burns, mistakes I've made, But now I've learned... I've become smarter, true, I had depicted your departure, but the reactions to that reality only made it harder... Or unbearable, I feel so terrible, now our hate manifests hate substituting feelings for variables... Our various, vigorous, vernacular, spectacular, spectacles, specifically, spontaneous, intricately, invading us, To the point where we left off... Me, You, separate, hectic, misdirected, disrespected, introspective, I'll never forget it... Your memory still lives in my brain, So I'll just end my love for you, And hope you don't do the same...
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13507, RE: The Enemie's Remedy Posted by freedomfighter, Sun Feb-01-04 08:36 AM
tight what else can i say
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13508, RE: The Enemie's Remedy Posted by soulchild, Sun Feb-01-04 09:42 AM
i loved to play with your wordplay it was a good time haha
nice
___________________________ -Phyllis-
"For with much wisdom comes much sorrow; the more knowledge, the more grief." - Ecclesiastes 1:18
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13509, RE: The Enemie's Remedy Posted by mirage, Sun Feb-01-04 10:35 AM
you probably dont know this, but ive actually read more of your work than ive responded to...and although i think you have mad talent, and i do enjoy the read every time i click on your name, it just seems ive seen some of them lines from you before (pls feel free to correct me if im wrong) im pretty sure i read the patient line....or was this a repost(?) well, whatever, this was a very tight flow, and amazing to read.
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13510, for some reason... Posted by bakari7, Mon Feb-02-04 12:35 PM
this reminded me of something that could've been on com's "resurrection" album...based on the wordplay & everything...nice though
bakari7's poetry corner...
the key to my heart was played too sharp for those to open up & hear
(11.29.03)
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13511, RE: The Enemie's Remedy Posted by robynwildchild, Tue Feb-03-04 05:07 AM
o man that's good.. real good.. ! *wink*
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13512, anti-love poem #4 Posted by mindful, Sun Feb-01-04 06:18 PM
i hated loving you, loved hating you... and now that we have this love-hate relationship, i can't wait to see what the future will bring. maybe i'll grow to hate you some more, and still love doing it.
===================== If there's a , been written yet, then you must write it. ©Toni Morrison
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13513, Oooh Posted by Imagination_7, Wed Feb-04-04 06:10 AM
Love/hate sucks. Felt, soulchild.
“I have had to experience so much stupidity, so many vices, so much error, so much nausea, disillusionment and sorrow, just in order to become a child again and begin anew. But it was right that it should be so: my eyes and heart acclaim it. I had to experience despair, I had to sink to the greatest mental depths, to thoughts of suicide, in order to experience grace, to hear Om again, to sleep deeply again and to awaken refreshed again. I had to become a fool again in order to find Atman in myself. I had to sin in order to live again. Whither will my path yet lead me? This path is stupid, it goes in spirals, perhaps in circles, but whichever way it goes, I follow it.” Siddhartha- Herman Hesse
"Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them." -Charles Simic
"Unless, this very world is a trash bin, and I am just waiting for someone to find me so I can be recycled." InspiredFree
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13514, RE: Oooh Posted by soulchild, Sat Feb-07-04 02:29 PM
ummm...imagination, are you talking to me? cause that wasn't me...that was mindful.
___________________________ -Phyllis-
Well, I've lived and I've learned I've taken and I've earned I have laughed, I have cried I failed and I have tried Sunshine, pouring rain I found joy through my pain Just wanna be happy... Bein me Bein me - Cee Lo'n'Common
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13515, RE: Feb COTM: Effa Valentine's Day....*gangsta nod* Posted by Morehouse, Sun Feb-01-04 10:07 PM
no more poems for your (ass)
those days have passed, when i used to kiss it had me lickin' it
like life couldnt go on if i wasn't missin' it
my niggas called me bitch/ couldnt see how i was turnin tricks wrapped around your finger as you pedicured the tips
didnt give me more thought than takin' a shit
could be as hypnotic as the purest fix but you had to go and taint it with your lies, calling even the sight of you heaven's gift...
but i'll tell you this...
heaven will never have a love like this
and neither will u neither will u
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exist in limbo.
"we are accidents waiting to happen" -radiohead
"Poetry is a kind of distilled insinuation. It’s a way of expanding and talking around an idea or a question. Sometimes, more actually gets said through such a technique than a full frontal assault." -Yusef Komunyakaa
"The Black Artist's role in America is to aid in the destruction of America as he knows it. His role is to report and reflect so precisely the nature of the society, and of himself in that society, that other men will be moved by the exactness of his rendering and, if they are black men, grow strong through this moving, having seen their own strength, and weakness; and if they are white men, tremble, curse, and go mad, because they will be drenched with the filth of their evil."
-Amiri Baraka, from "State/meant" in the essay, "Home"
"My love is my soul's imagination. How do I love thee?...Imagine." -Saul Williams
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13516, RE: Feb COTM: Effa Valentine's Day....*gangsta nod* Posted by Imagination_7, Wed Feb-04-04 06:12 AM
heaven will never have a love like this
and neither will u neither will u
Loved the ending.
“I have had to experience so much stupidity, so many vices, so much error, so much nausea, disillusionment and sorrow, just in order to become a child again and begin anew. But it was right that it should be so: my eyes and heart acclaim it. I had to experience despair, I had to sink to the greatest mental depths, to thoughts of suicide, in order to experience grace, to hear Om again, to sleep deeply again and to awaken refreshed again. I had to become a fool again in order to find Atman in myself. I had to sin in order to live again. Whither will my path yet lead me? This path is stupid, it goes in spirals, perhaps in circles, but whichever way it goes, I follow it.” Siddhartha- Herman Hesse
"Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them." -Charles Simic
"Unless, this very world is a trash bin, and I am just waiting for someone to find me so I can be recycled." InspiredFree
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13517, this has a cold dish feel to it Posted by delsbrothergeorge, Thu Feb-19-04 03:02 PM
very vengeful.
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13518, What He Doesn’t Know Posted by Nowachaoticthing, Mon Feb-02-04 09:56 AM
Ay-yo... I had to contribute to this one...
I reached back into my crate of bitterness for this one... This is inspired by how I felt shortly after my ex-girlfriend and I split up (I won't go into detail, but I felt emotionally betrayed). Before this generates any hate-mail, keep in mind that I USE to feel this way, many moons ago...
What He Doesn’t Know
You were mesmerized by my eyes That’s what you told me As your lusty fingers probed my chest You ached to hold me Even though your man treats you royal What he doesn’t know Is not a conscious thought to staying loyal You’ll never grow
You said there’s something built in my design That made you want to feel The pressure points felt from behind And you’ve wanted to steal This moment like a final breath Up on it, Hike the skirt, Opponents to this primal depth Bemoan it Like it’s dirt
Whateva Bend ova Don’t bore me with your story Sanctimonious sinner Glorious gloryhole grinner
You got a man who loves you But your loyalty’s spread apart You preach about your principles But spill them on this mattress
Save the drama, actress I know about you chicks who lack this See, a woman that was tactless Once crushed me for the practice She begat this bitter pill And I swallowed, contents hollowed Not a playa, better still Losing concern for all who followed
You claim you need it, Dirty deeds it, Hubby seeds it, Feed it more
You strain to take it Plea to make it Squeeze to ache it Dirty whore
Shaky knees sink you to the bed You stroke my ego Say you love him, but lust me instead And what he doesn’t know…
Bitch, you gotta go.
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13519, RE: Feb COTM: Effa Valentine's Day....*gangsta nod* Posted by blak_yukon, Mon Feb-02-04 02:36 PM
damn...hate how i love you after you aggravate the shit out of me,y'know i mean,i actually get worried when you shoot that look at me yeah,you know that look that look when your stare is like dead like you know you don'fucked up right and i get anxious ooo,damn i could smash your head in for making me care about you like this th'fuck are you you dont know me! my energy is zapped once on blast i'm like eat a dick,die slow bitch but you know i dont mean that i want my dick to be the only dick that breathes life into you,y'know thats some shit,righ' funny how the first time i said i loved you you had me yelling at you like a few nights before raising my voice? and i master the cool damn, now i know why folks say make up sex is the best
c'mere girl...you fuckin'bird
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13520, challenge #1: happy fuckin valentine's day Posted by delsbrothergeorge, Tue Feb-03-04 04:22 PM
happy fuckin valentine's day to all you broken-hearted bastards. normally, i'd be among you but not this year and not 'cause cupid's aim was true for once. no, this year i got beef with love. not that 50 cent-ja rule type beef or even that george w. bush-saddam hussein type beef. nope, i got beef like a cow standing outside the slaughterhouse who suddenly figures out that when she walks through the door in front of her she ain't walkin' out and when her muscles clench in defense of her right to exist, she just as suddenly realizes that she can't do a damn thing about it and resigns herself to a fate on a plate 'cause maybe filling someone else's belly isn't such a bad thing. i might actually co-sign that notion if i wasn't so effin tired of going hungry myself. so i got beef with love cause that shit didn't sit right with me and i just ain't standing for it no more. not this year. but i will buy a box of chocolates and i will lick my fingers after each and every piece slides down my throat and i will have a bloated belly even if i don't exactly get my fill.
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13521, yo, i'm done. Posted by mindful, Tue Feb-03-04 05:21 PM
and you killed the ending too...
she just as suddenly realizes that she can't do a damn thing about it and resigns herself to a fate on a plate 'cause maybe filling someone else's belly isn't such a bad thing. i might actually co-sign that notion if i wasn't so effin tired of going hungry myself.
*sighs*...
once again... why don't u post more? really... no, seriously... i haven't gotten a poem in the mail in like a week or so... i need new substance.... lol... Peace man.
========================= If there's a to read, but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it. ©Toni Morrison
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13522, RE: challenge #1: happy fuckin valentine's day Posted by soulchild, Sat Feb-07-04 02:32 PM
i'm all about this one. very cool. Like the beef/cow thang goin on. yesss, nice.
___________________________ -Phyllis-
Well, I've lived and I've learned I've taken and I've earned I have laughed, I have cried I failed and I have tried Sunshine, pouring rain I found joy through my pain Just wanna be happy... Bein me Bein me - Cee Lo'n'Common
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13523, bail Posted by WILDOUT, Tue Feb-03-04 05:48 PM
shoulda known that in the end shit was ass backwards with you when we made love all i saw was your hair and your back when you left all i saw was your hair and your back to talking that same old shit shit i thought i was equipped you made me feel like i was your dream weaver your punishments your whining sticking in my back like a fucking meat clever so here i am here i am fuck you had to rip open my spine to get back on my feet after the ways that you dealt with me leaving you you notice that this all about you and everywhere i tried to go you had me feelin like a dutty ass ho i woulda ate your asshole just to lay my lips my on you but being shit on from afar aint something that i can forever do your memory...is the end of we all those times when i was lickin those tig ol bitties eatin that pussy on soft carpetted hot tub room floors taking that ass to those lingerie stores yeah we was ballin it wasnt long before your body was callin so here you go i resign your heart i broke, and you squashed mine straighten your spine actually you never could handle the grind the way that you used to cry when you rode ontop when my dick would push deeper into your hot ceilings...seeing is believing, manipulation is revealing huh? its funny what hostile environments can do to these so called queens but your right i wasnt acting like a king but seriously another thing before i go no one wants to be with a women wholl stoop as low as ne man she loves monkey see monkey do but like D said one monkey dont stop no show so im out when you ready to talk reality then let a cat know until then stick to your knew friend rubber dildo still yo..a murder suicide aint shit and you alive so..i aint have to be punished anymore so dont say my name in vain... fuck it, i know you will average girl with average techniques to deliver a kill never that.. my new girl got so much swirve i damn near pass out and she aint hurt me with the shit that come out her mouth fuck you fuck then fuck it all cause now i see a different love that i aint growin out of cause it aint just therapeutical you was wit me when i was writing poetry nowadays im feelin musical guess she got me callin her name on cds and i sang to her.. before the first month was done how much time i spent tryna placate you "hunnnn" attilla the hunn conqueror and survivor dillusional story telling pain reviver i aint on trial for the crimes i commited you stabbed me in the mental i stabbed you in your kitten
im wild im out.
((wo))
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13524, TA Posted by WILDOUT, Tue Feb-03-04 06:00 PM
TA teachers assistant damn girl your so damn persistant i know you like it when i spit knowledge and the shivers that folla down your spine when i talk about praying mantis and dr. mario pussy eatin with mine i could see in your eyes what was on your mind but if youll just rewind to the beginning you know that i said i aint fuckin with your tendoroni you got that good TA..i know that aint frontin but let me tell you somethin maybe youll learn somethin again your love for me aint real, its just an escape and me cummin in your mouth or bussin in your face wont mean you wont have to face your long ass day the burdens remain in place if you need satisfaction emotionally your an idiot sometimes i day dream bout beating the naiivety out of your pussy lips bout face fuckin you till you cant even feel your lips but regardless.. even when your braless you seen this? you saw this? i aint fuckin wit you darling your mans my man and i aint got no right to fuck up snakes if i snake my fam even though your my favorite TA
((wo))
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13525, ((AUDIO of Bail)) Posted by WILDOUT, Wed Feb-04-04 08:08 AM
http://www.soundclick.com/bands/4/wildoutmusic.htm
Love, a tragicomedy...
peace fam.. ((wo))
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13526, RE: ((AUDIO of Bail)) Posted by robynwildchild, Wed Feb-04-04 08:17 AM
TA... mans is just pushin the buttons.. but yo.. straigHT UP...
I LOVE hearin this kinda shit from you...
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13527, A love hate relationship...... Posted by KnowOne, Wed Feb-04-04 08:02 AM
Oh baby I miss you like crazy. I miss your false pretenses And your beautiful lies. You know baby No one else can lie like you. You know baby No one can objectify me the way you do. You know sweet, sweet, love of mine No one else falls asleep w/ their back to me And pretends I’m not there in the morning the way you do, oh baby. I want to lie with you just one more time. I want to lie still with you just one more time. Just one more time. For old times sake oh baby Sure, others have treated me like crap But no one has done it w/ your Emotionlessness Distance Hostility Crudeness And good ol’ fashioned HATRED. Oh baby. I get nostalgic Thinking about our late night rendezvous. You’d take me someplace secluded And see everything but my face. Do you know what color my eyes are? No! See, that’s what I loved about you How ‘bout my name? No again! It not really KnowOne. God, I miss you. Take me in your arms And remind me how I’m less significant than yesterday’s garbage. All I ask in return is that you make me feel worthy of your treatment Don’t ever let me feel equal to you Or even like a human being We may both hate me But Oh baby At least I love you. -KnowOne
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13528, this is kinda like Posted by delsbrothergeorge, Thu Feb-19-04 03:05 PM
the definition of lovesick.
ill piece.
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13529, 3REDroses Posted by robynwildchild, Wed Feb-04-04 09:43 AM
Three red roses No one can ever give me any more Why do I ask for less Just a participation in this commitment I’m not asking to play spades I just want to feel again To know love and hate But instead I’m dead Because of what you’ve done and said And I have to make up my inner happiness Even tho I know that’s what I’m supposed to do And all I got is myself to talk it through So everything that I experience Is filtered and expected like Knowing rain will fall When the clouds are dark and gray Seeing the sun go down Knowing night will have its way The foresight in the road to know That time will show Wisdom through patience If one can wait for love to grow I’ll wait forever to see The love I saw behind the Three red roses He once gave me
Now only a black and white photograph of What that love used to be.
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13530, RE: 3REDroses Posted by WILDOUT, Wed Feb-04-04 09:47 AM
Joe help us sanggggg ....faded picture in a broken frame like a memory villain what the women is feelin i know it hurts was it somethin like a distant land....
hehehehehe
hmmph.. felt this one. three roses contain more than three thorns sometimes we overburden self without thinkin bout them...
((wo))
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13531, He Whistles Posted by Nowachaoticthing, Wed Feb-04-04 01:49 PM
Aight... this one is kinda thrown together half-hazardly... pardon my ham-handed dust, but I'm at work, and I keep getting interrupted and well... here ya go. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
On every other day, Wifey confronts him He bristles
But every Thursday evening, he whistles
Smiling softly to himself As he relives the stolen wealth Of his overtime crime His prime-time dime
Now surely, These deviously dubious, Devilishly, Delicious daily diversions Make it difficult to mend the fractured union But this break is beyond repair And it remains a welcome relief from the grief-stricken Tragic marriage that now threatens to crush his chest with a baby carriage
He begged for release Wifey stood by her lease And promised an increase in options, that snowed cyanide Accumulated guilt from threats spoken in pride Like child-separation, she’d move to divide Father from offspring, she’d slaughter all ties… Even so far as to sing of suicide Compelling him to abide
Those on the outside Judge and condemn what he hides As the selfish act of a man with a chick on the side Realize and reside in what guides on this page Caged bird cannot sing with a shattered ribcage But classic poetry aside
Every Thursday evening, he whistles
The sun rarely shines But he is brightly greeted Every Thursday morning by his willing diversion Resigned to her role in his weekly perversions
He takes his time when he kisses her bare Skin upon skin, breathing can begin Reality melts into dreams with great care He takes his time when he kisses her bare Soon he’ll return from this secret they share Declared in this darkness, society’s sin He takes his time when he kisses her bare Skin upon skin, breathing can begin
Thursday evening, he returns home Assuming his roles Quiet, unassuming, income provider Reluctant husband and devoted father He begins to whistle…
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13532, Half-Hearted Posted by Warlock, Fri Feb-06-04 09:08 AM
Yo, I write this with no animosity There’s just something on my chest that’s been bothering me It seems your monopoly on polygamy is too tight to honor me And doesn’t agree whole-heartedly with my philosophy on monogamy Lisping lips lying, actively seeking mysogeny Truthless offerings, facades to hide your hips’ autonomy Improperly postured for picture perfect pornography Posed positioning peaking bodily topography Hips had me hemmed and locked, Similar to Socrates Possibly, blame lies with me opting for silence over hypocrisy You were not discreet, but fathered seed, Made me believe you thought you ought to be But under lock and key was not to be from hopeless fear Whips and knots on me from top to feet Prove I’m far from an overseer With Cinque keeping company over here While “Giving Free” seems to be an easy demand to meet Can’t flee or think with arteries draining head and feet Simply because you offer me thoughts of your body Sloppily on top of me Ignoring carvings of lots of peeps before me who rode it properly Moans of conquering now resonate unstoppably in cacophony Award winning whorish performance, far from a nominee Horned Devil far below my shoulder, where his true view should be And any angel was drowned in your sea of promiscuity When this was new to me, foolishly Believing the snake could speak truthfully Or was ever true to me, Leopard couldn’t change spots But hid in patches of grass so thatches of ass were the only views to me Bemused with ruse with ease, and took all credit for production But isn’t my credulousness worth something? Grasped the shadow for the substance… and RAN with it Respite granted gave me a chance to stand and demand my infant Sad isn’t it? I entered this game thinking I was one up Played the game of spades and watched as hearts in hand got cut up Watched you turn the tricks, constantly claiming you’re not earning chips Telling me you need this, chick, you better strip for that furniture I heard you service men, letting them indent your cervix in My first best friend told me you can even fit a person in Yes, I’m hurting here, and angry but the pain doesn’t come out right Should’ve listened to my mother… Can’t turn you into a housewife… And outright I’m out Bye
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13533, damn... Posted by clarion, Mon Feb-09-04 02:41 PM
this was all i could say as i read this..trying to advert my eyes from the pain and the infidelity that u spoke so eloquently in this piece..so yeah big ups to for getting this out..i liked these lines the most...
But under lock and key was not to be from hopeless fear Whips and knots on me from top to feet Prove I’m far from an overseer With Cinque keeping company over here While “Giving Free” seems to be an easy demand to meet Can’t flee or think with arteries draining head and feet Simply because you offer me thoughts of your body Sloppily on top of me Ignoring carvings of lots of peeps before me who rode it properly
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13534, RE: Half-Hearted Posted by My Pretty Eyez, Thu Feb-12-04 03:51 PM
Dam Dam Dam... this was a tight piece. I love the flow and it just rolled up in my brain... nice drop. I can read the pain in this and it takes me right to the thick of it. My favorite was this right here:
Sad isn’t it? I entered this game thinking I was one up Played the game of spades and watched as hearts in hand got cut up Watched you turn the tricks, constantly claiming you’re not earning chips Telling me you need this, chick, you better strip for that furniture I heard you service men, letting them indent your cervix in My first best friend told me you can even fit a person in Yes, I’m hurting here, and angry but the pain doesn’t come out right Should’ve listened to my mother… Can’t turn you into a housewife…
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13535, nice drop... Posted by TheProdigiousPoet, Fri Feb-13-04 07:17 AM
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13536, great effin title Posted by delsbrothergeorge, Thu Feb-19-04 03:09 PM
and so many devices used exquisitely to tell this story.
i'd say it's the best in this thread.
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13537, dat... Posted by Foneticcus, Wed Feb-25-04 05:07 AM
nigga lock finally gettin' 'is props.
*smiles*
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13538, not anotha love song Posted by clarion, Mon Feb-09-04 02:32 PM
Im not sure if I know what its like to truly love someone unconditional but sometimes u hear ppl sing about it and u think about the possibilities of falling in love..finally becoming triumph in finding a mate that should be exclusively urs..and then sometimes u find someone that had been so elusive w/u that ur throwing up white flags everywhere trying to find common ground w/someone who probably has been wasting ur time..I really don’t have a anti-love theme because I know we all exist in some form of love…but for u Delrica I tried this…
So yeah, I don’t want hear another sad love song That tells of blues and funk So deep that a Texan cant well it That causes my heart to be reminded Of flips of trips of betrayal… Longing to be whispered to--a secret--- even a word… So yeah I don’t want to hear another sad love song That cause fetal rocks to their words A constant reminder of what has been blown Like kisses in tha wind--neva to come back again So yeah I don’t wanna hear another sad love song That causes my feet to slip into a slow groove Over ur record that had me skippin Even delegating u space in my life No regrets Just don’t wanna hear another sad love song..
by cdl
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13539, Unsent Letter to Hallmark... Posted by Nowachaoticthing, Fri Feb-13-04 09:49 AM
Dear Hallmark,
Fuck you. No, seriously, fuck YOU.
How dare you try to dictate where and when I should show affection to my significant other? Do you have any idea of how inconvenient your timing is? Let me break it down for you; Her birthday was in November, her son’s was the day before Christmas, and then comes Christmas, new years, and my birthday in January. You even managed to weasel your way into Superbowl Sunday! Have you no shame? By the time your precious Valentine’s Day rolls around, I’m broke and I’ve had it up to here with all of your insufferable commercial holidays. I submit to you that this time you have gone too far. I will have none of this nonsense. I’m on holiday strike until you can get your shit together and space this shit out a little bit.
Thanks to you, I’ll have to leap off the cliff like the other lemmings and buy flowers and plush animals with frilly red ribbons around their useless necks that stare blankly at the recipient with unsettling button eyes. Yes, I repeat that I HAVE to buy these things, because despite the fact that I like to buy these things on any other given day, on a whim, simply because I love her and want to genuinely show it, thanks to your commercials and underhanded marketing schemes, I MUST buy her a shitload of this crap on February 14th because everyone else has to and I don’t want to risk looking like a cold, uncaring boyfriend.
Oh yeah… you got her completely roped-in with this nonsense. She bought me boxers with hearts all over them. Wow. Thanks. I’m not sure, but I think I’ll place the heartprint boxers next to the twenty other pair from past Valentine’s Day massacred gifts. Maybe I should make a giant, gay patchwork quilt out of them all and sell the fruity thing on e-bay or the Lifetime Channel. She also got me a red t-shirt with some writing on it. I don’t recall what is written on the shirt, possibly due to the fact that it was shoved to the back of the closet as quickly as humanly possible. But don’t get it twisted. I love my lady, and she loves me. Unlike you, she pays attention to my mood, and I’m certain that the words on that shirt probably say “Fuck Valentines Day” or something similar.
She didn’t stop there though…
She got all artsy-fartsy and created decorative candy bowls for all of her co-workers. Isn’t that sweet? Isn’t that enough for you? Of course not! You continue to push her holiday spirit buttons until you suck the life out of all of us. You sick, twisted bastards! You made her buy enough candy to put the entire Pacific Northwest into a diabetic coma, and coerced her into distributing it to me, her children, and many other unfortunate victims. Apparently, the increasing cost of dental care means nothing to a holiday whore-monger like yourself. Perhaps I should take a bag of chocolate kisses to the nearest street corner and exchange them for bus fare since your meddling has caused her to deplete our budget. But hey… who gives a rat’s ass about saving for a vacation in Vegas when I have an entire bag of Bon Bons to devour and add another distinctive lump to my rolls of BACKFAT!
You are a shit.
Your meddling has left me no other recourse. In retaliation, I will boycott St. Patrick’s Day, Easter Sunday, and Mother’s Day. Any further unsolicited intervention on your part will result in the cancellation of Father’s Day as well. You have been put on notice.
Respectfully,
Me
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13540, RE: *gangsta nod* forgiveness Posted by freedomfighter, Fri Feb-13-04 03:44 PM
"please for give me"
Is this wove
Love is on the rise Over nonblood line deciples cries Vanity mirrors i c 2 me n u bleed thru Empty faces travel'n to different places
Universal brothers magical studios preform'n shows
Legally they don't want to challenge me u Arrangement of our victory bring ur lady Mommy smiles happily family unity breath'n oxygen supply lack'n arguments pass'n Nitro petro burns in my heart dark True unconditional love it comes
From above 2 black doves Oct. baby depend'n on u give aries warm Reason to mention i miss u boo it must be
Easy for u to forget; what we've been thru us 2 Vibrant flesh is weak so u sneak Ever vescent translucent movenment non stop Revolution this is only my 2 scents
forgive others tresspasses so our heavenly father can for get mines
"IRespect everything u do"
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13541, you think you're sooooooooooooo slick! Posted by delrica, Sat Feb-14-04 06:37 AM
I SEE YOU
uh-huh...I know what you did!
LOL
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13542, RE: you think you're sooooooooooooo slick! Posted by freedomfighter, Sat Feb-14-04 01:05 PM
what u talk'n about willis o.k. u got me lol
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13543, mr. valentine Posted by mindful, Sat Feb-14-04 01:22 PM
today, i put on a robe of red with pink flowers at the bottom in memory of our fucked up fling. ur daughter called me up to say hi, wished me a happy valentine's day (like i really cared), and i told her that was sweet of her, but... i had to be on my way. i wasn't really going anywhere, but she didn't know that shit, and she wasn't going to find out. i don't wrap myself in your old red towel, or slip my feet in your black house shoes. i've thrown those things away. u've got this permanent spot on my rug from my iron. i dropped it the other day, and the shape it made, looks just like your screwed up face. i haven't bought any chocolates, haven't accepted any cards. i barely answer my fone on this day, and i owe it all to you. mr. valentine. you are the bullshit i hate the most.
©Tremaine L. Loadholt
========================= If there's a to read, but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it. ©Toni Morrison
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13544, XOXO Posted by LaDeeDeF_99, Tue Feb-17-04 12:41 PM
...valentine's kisses
(smirk)
gotta love it...(walks away whistlin')
(sigh) peace ladee
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13545, save this one Posted by delsbrothergeorge, Thu Feb-19-04 03:11 PM
it'd be tight if you included it in the anti-lilies collection. assuming there's one in the works.
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13546, love Poem? Posted by Sage, Tue Feb-17-04 06:15 AM
Its been a while but i just got back from travelling again and on seeing delricas post i can only say i had one of these lying around somewhere and i feel i have to post on this tread by the way everyone else's pieces are slammin... So here goes the immaginativley titled
this is not a love Poem.
Let me approach you back to front. To oppose the conventional.
We cremated now we call, a finished relationship broken and mauled. Eloquence in the deceit left me paging desire. Truth being the lasting stance, the need was not required. Turning and change, makes longing pain. A triumph of “ who shall be the victor” and have no need for stones to be cast. In waking moments the pain is still alive, The shrill calling of a hurt rearing in the distance, constantly laughs.
An immortal phrase “you won’t get a second blow at the candle” !!!!
The chided growth of an inarticulate feeling. I felt you !! “ could this be the one “?? “ for me to share my soul with “!! The bejeweled oath of a breeding. I knew this, “ I would move the world for you “!! “ I have opened up to you “ ?? still Is the unrequited loving of a passion held in my solace calm is the major effect that would have come to place, now every emotion is tainted with a but………..?!?!?
“ Scalded and scared is the man, who does not know he has been burned .“
I loved the music, the words. The feelings of compassion. The unrequited care and the potent emotion. I still love the presence of your essence, but ………..!!!!! I know enough to delete all the inanity. It hurts though !!!! this is not a love poem , I can see clearly enough to make you feel …………………
© S@ge ( SEYI AWOLESI ) 175228041998
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13547, words (revised) Posted by wolfie, Thu Feb-19-04 10:04 AM
I have words scrawled across trees – omnia, invisible, underground, omphalos, wire -- cut down flattened and stacked in my room.
My sentences are my bones rhythms my pulse ink my blood which I smear across the paper.
I give you my words… I tie them to rocks and throw them through your open window But, I fear that you’ll shut it after you read them. I tie them to rocks purposely, So they’re easy to dispose of. You can drop them in the river, and recreate Ophelia.
I’m afraid that you will laugh and, with each syllable you utter, my bones will crack.
I hope that you’ll be gentle, And treat me with care, But if you dispose of me, I hope it’ll be in the water. Then my blood will wash away, And I’ll be but a ripple.
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13548, I Can't Decide Posted by Black Tongue, Sat Feb-21-04 01:03 PM
Split hips lick lips, Trips through valleys and over nips, I'm losin' patience 'n waitin' Hatin' everything about this situation, But I keep givin' in.. Livin' sin I'm livin' in, The bitemarks on your neck are from my teeth, I loved the taste but hated the soul undeneath, Fingertips raked skin and got stuck under her fingernails, But we didn't stop to think what that entails, "Details," we both moan together, As I unhook her bra and she takes off my leather coat, diving into gentler valleys, Exploring dark alleys and bars with beauty on tap, And for the first time in so long the taste isn't flat When I lay on my back, with her above me.. I must say when she rocks her hips she looks downright lovely, With one hand on my stomach, and one on my knee, With her head back and mouth open and eyes too glazed to see, And then she's beneath me, And I can't decide what liquid is about to appear, When my stomach hurts so bad from guilt that everythings clear, But that tattoo on the small of her back is turnin' me on.. How can something this good be considered wrong? Battles in my mind, I can't even decide.. When her parts and mine so well coincide.. Her pony tail in my hand and her face by mine.. There's love and hate and anger, demonic or devine, But the way this chick looks is wrapped like a vine around my mind, I feel her nipples press against my chest.. Blood, sweat, love all a mingled mess Less stress.. or is that a lie I tell myself?
This chick is fine, she's been on me all night, I'm tryin' to resist but she ain't havin' the fight, She knows I can't be doin' this, this shit ain't right, She just pins me down on the spare bed, leaves on the lights, "You don't need to hold me, just fold me over, Make me feel dirty, make me feel horny," Damn, girl, all I did was say you're sexy, "You made me feel beautiful.. I wanna repay you, will ya let me?" Fuckin' A are you kidding? I know tomorrow there's gonna be some shit I'm regretting.. But fuck it, she wanted it before she got wasted, I can't decide..
I can't decide.
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13549, tit for tat Posted by brownsugs, Sat Feb-21-04 07:59 PM
L-O-V-E lovely
love is a game played tit for tat where emotions are worn on the skin voiced in do this not that cause i feel better when you do it this way that drudges up memories of others who did that and because of it that is the wrong way
when self is not understood love is a game played tit for tat
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13550, masokissed Posted by RatpackSlim, Sun Feb-22-04 11:18 AM
(i may have posted this in some permutation before...anyway, here we go:)
i’m so attracted to the fact that she would put her nails in my back and you know she got kick and you know she got ass and she’s my living nightmare a woman who might care enough to punch me in the face i’m blinded by her presence or at least the presence of her mace see, she moves me like bobby fischer she hits me like kicks to the ribs she’s a payback of a mother standing up for picked-on kids the kid gloves are elsewhere and she’s good for my welfare and her words are so sick put those bastards on healthcare she’s fierce with lyrics more piercing than all of her earrings a slow boiling point of no return too hot to care who she’s searing and that’s endearing she’s a cast-iron skillet swung harder than life she’s hanging me on red crosses i’m her martyr in white her punchlines knock me in the drink and leave me punch hungry she made me eat my heart out on a dinner plate and then she mugged me for my lunch money.
it’s like a bat cracking the back of your skull. it’s the shooting pain from brain to nerve the hurt so good you serve like the rarest steak. the heart you choose to break may be my own so please use an icepick please break my thick glasses with a sledgehammer slap my back so hard i stammer knock the breath out of me with one blow to the solar plexus. this is a ballet of s & m proportions this is love as abortion of rational thought. this is the pain that meets pleasure just around the fork the fork stabbed in my hand to keep me feeling harder than the other guy this is not a heart attack per se but attacks on heartstrings otherwise spin me a yarn about how much you care a tale so tight it lifts me in the air by my neck this is my emotional trainwreck there are no survivors. so drop me in the desert and make me sweat until saliva is not an issue. you could drop me like a mean babysitter and i’d never hit you maybe you could pepper me with pepper til my ribs ache from sneezing. i need some sign from you that we’re still in love or at least that you’re still breathing. breathe fire on me, dragon lady drag me by my crewcut like a liberated cavegirl hit me with your best shot make pat benatar jealous make out with other fellas while i’m forced to watch. long ago i swore i’d focus past the pain no matter what the cost so cost me the title get me disqualified with your interference i don’t fear this not in the least and i forgot which one’s the beauty and which is the beast but a match made in heaven can’t fall too far from grace so knock me on my ass so slap my brave face i’m ready to face the dissonant caucophony plant drugs on me and make sure the fbi’s watching me and all i require besides bandages is your attention. you always hurt the ones you love and this is no exception.
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13551, to me Posted by delsbrothergeorge, Tue Feb-24-04 03:35 PM
this one meets both challenges in one shot. that's pretty impressive 'cause i didn't expect anyone to go that route.
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