she's gauzed deep
in her intricate tales of anonymous
protagonists
and broken promises
gathered in the corners of her eyes
and under her fingernails from where
she's scratched out her niche
in the backs
of men stupid enough to sample her fury
they only teasing her canal cause
aint a man yet long enough to
tap that which be wasting away
in
half hearted
notebook fillers and
heart felt soliloquies
that remind her of masturbating and
how it only makes her cry because she just wants these dumb niggas to understand her language

and how

her words be few these days
her lungs are too tired to be creative
and she's given up selling her complexity
but she still writes subliminal passages
in between each readily accessible line

articulating where shes been and where shes going
consigning her soul and steadily knowing

that it's all but hopeless
letting herbs hit with no protection, and no focus
and she knows its a conflict of interest
but its something about being touched and how

(being blessed with a vivid imagination)

she can make believe these moments of willing surrender
into picket fences and pretty babies and reperations and food on the table
and love
she remembers when it was knuckleheads
on the front stoop of her
brownstone that had foul mouths but
good hearts and
were handsome under their bubble coats and-
how these niggas now be
mostly ugly,
and the vividness of that past
makes her lose her faith fast

but

i see her
and i want to hold her hand
tell her that it's still me that wants to be her boy next door
her best friend between her sheets
of looseleaf on which she been
writing all the wrongs she been handed
and
im scared 'cause
i know shes jaded
and
her skin is dirty from fingerprints of niggas thinkin they made it
and im looking like everybody shes ever hated
sifting thru ruins of a nuclear reactor decimated, cause-

son, ive loved her - from the moment they tried to rape her innocence into oblivion

it is that war inside me theyve managed to awaken
loving the ingeniousness of each glorious misstep shes taken

feigning her naivete
and founding empires for the thankless
i see her
remaining still
tired and battered, and believing in nothing
skeptical of her own existence
a fraction of that which taught me and brought me to this

i owe her this

((inachevé))

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this inspires lack of speech.

i'm even hesitant to critique @ all, b/c it seems so personal & earnest. & i see myself a lot in the portrait you just painted...which is disturbing.

quite a resurrection.

===========================

"Pimping ain't art...but grabbing guns is?!"
(c) Menphyel

"I've come to realise that I never loved Hip-Hop as a whole,
just a particular era that happened at the same time as
I was actively checking actively for new music."

And your avatar seems to depict HER visually from a sadly beautiful & poetic perspective!


Great work Aeon! -- *Exquisite*

A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence --
I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥

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*nods*

but

i see her
and i want to hold her hand
tell her that it's still me that wants to be her boy next door
her best friend between her sheets
of looseleaf on which she been
writing all the wrongs she been handed
and
im scared 'cause
i know shes jaded
and
her skin is dirty from fingerprints of niggas thinkin they made it
and im looking like everybody shes ever hated
sifting thru ruins of a nuclear reactor decimated, cause-

son, ive loved her - from the moment they tried to rape her innocence into oblivion

it is that war inside me theyve managed to awaken
loving the ingeniousness of each glorious misstep shes taken

feigning her naivete
and founding empires for the thankless
i see her
remaining still
tired and battered, and believing in nothing
skeptical of her own existence
a fraction of that which taught me and brought me to this

i owe her this

i'm happy you're writing a little more. it gives me the chance to see words coupled together as the ones above... still strength in your character. very nice indeed. Peace~






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half hearted
notebook fillers and
heart felt soliloquies
that remind her of masturbating and
how it only makes her cry because she just wants these dumb
niggas to understand her language
and how

her words be few these days
her lungs are too tired to be creative
and she's given up selling her complexity
but she still writes subliminal passages
in between each readily accessible line

beautiful story.

soul.

& ive already approved of the rest

watch this one go plat.

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too

dope.

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bamf.

peace
ladee

“Somehow, I think unconsciously, poets have inherited the attitude that they are going to wait for the

muse to come to them, that they’re going to wait for the lightning to strike, that they are, in effect,

passive witnesses of what is around them. This shows up in academia, where you get poems about writing poems.” --John Barr

that being said,

the imagery, voice, and spacing in this is
excellent

keep writing fam.

_____________________________________

The cry I bring down from the hills
__________belongs to a girl still burning
__________inside my head. At daybreak

____________________she burns like a piece of paper. - YK

dope!!! top to bottom artistry.
it reminds me of a serious slam piece..
ultra rhythmic cadence..i dug this drop
plenty..respect and blessings to you brotha..

"See How It Sound? A Little
Unrational."

_____________________________________

The cry I bring down from the hills
__________belongs to a girl still burning
__________inside my head. At daybreak

____________________she burns like a piece of paper. - YK

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definatly a good piece

missed yah writings

Album Comming Never

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I said, "Her from the city, so her got to be witty, witty"
She said, "Him from the country, so him, got to be funky, funky"....( c)Andre 3000

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'll tell you one lesson I've learned,
If you wanna be something in life,
You ain't gonna get it unless,
You give a little bit of sacrifice.
Ooohh, sometimes before you smile you got to cry.
You need a heart that's filled with music,
If you use it you can fly...



~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

People shouldn't talk about *OUR* love...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I Grew Up On Booty Shake...We Did Not Know No Betta Thangs...

https://Soundcloud.com/DJNategeezie/Saturday-Night

but im a _____, tho.



'..Then that little man in black there, he says women can't have as much rights as men, 'cause Christ wasn't a woman! Where did your Christ come from? Where did your Christ come from?? From God and a woman! Man had nothing to do with him!' --Sojourner Truth, 1851

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The whole piece was felt... but these lines resonated in my soul...

half hearted
notebook fillers and
heart felt soliloquies
that remind her of masturbating and
how it only makes her cry because she just wants these dumb niggas to understand her language
and how

her words be few these days
her lungs are too tired to be creative


Even lost girls need love and redemption... believe me, I know and I thank God.
Amazing.


"Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world." - Albert Einstein

Lesley

yup.

you're my hero this week.


. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
is where it gets complicated


okayquotes for the oh-fore:

it's okay. pussy is good for you. © brainchild

brrrrrring . . . dadadada! jeeeZUS! © karas

fryin my fish til it's golden © chrisroc07

thugs are so '90s © deluge

: : : : : : : : : : : :
c if i give a fck if u like me | u know i don't

before this thing dies

could you see that?

it is also borrowing from the lives of some womens i know, but basically- yeah.

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Now that you mention it -- And after reading this pce over again --

But the subtlety of how you spoke of "HER" -- Very well could have been about a person -- (A female) -- It just depends upon the motivation & intent of the writer.

But thanks for the clarification -- (Gave me the opportunity to read this again -- ;^)


*Felt Even More Now*

A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence --
I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/2/photosynthesis_music.htm

<------ S.N.C. is everlasting....

**************************************************************************
I said, "Her from the city, so her got to be witty, witty"
She said, "Him from the country, so him, got to be funky, funky"....( c)Andre 3000

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'll tell you one lesson I've learned,
If you wanna be something in life,
You ain't gonna get it unless,
You give a little bit of sacrifice.
Ooohh, sometimes before you smile you got to cry.
You need a heart that's filled with music,
If you use it you can fly...



~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

People shouldn't talk about *OUR* love...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I Grew Up On Booty Shake...We Did Not Know No Betta Thangs...

https://Soundcloud.com/DJNategeezie/Saturday-Night

... more like a woman.



"Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world." - Albert Einstein

Lesley

yeah, i was choosing to see it as a woman. had to re-read it. it's beautiful on both sides.


soul.

I did not see that it was about Hip Hop, as it is very powerful regardless of your direction. I was humbled by this piece.

Peace.

let's play ping pong ■

damn...i don't even know what else to say. damn.

but im a hater, tho.



'..Then that little man in black there, he says women can't have as much rights as men, 'cause Christ wasn't a woman! Where did your Christ come from? Where did your Christ come from?? Man had nothing to do with him!' --Sojourner Truth, 1851

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~Speechless~ that says it all.

"Poetry is when an Emotion has found its Thought, and Thought, has found Words".. ~Unknown~

"The Poet is a Liar that always speaks the Truth"..~Unknown~

she remembers when it was knuckleheads
on the front stoop of her
brownstone that had foul mouths but
good hearts and
were handsome under their bubble coats and-
how these niggas now be
mostly ugly,
and the vividness of that past
makes her lose her faith fast

i just want chu to know
how i feel
how i feel

i have no superlatives for this, but i think its absolutely great.

she's scratched out her niche
in the backs
of men stupid enough to sample her fury
they only teasing her canal cause
aint a man yet long enough

...dag...

-Otto

i didnt get the fact that it was "hip hop" per se. what i got from this was an aura of depth. meaning that i thought that the woman in the poem was representative of something else. a culture maybe. i didnt use hip hop in my mind, i thought it was just urban.

-Otto

thats largely why i didnt preface the poem on some

"ode to hiphop" nonsense.

i wanted it to be interpreted how the reader saw fit, but hip hop is what assisted me in getting this out. my muse, if you will. but the young lady i mentioned earlier is who really got me started on it all. i just thought i'd let you in on the creative process.

hope i ain't dumb it down any by telling you i was writing on hip hop.

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>hope i ain't dumb it down any by telling you i was writing on hip hop.

*Nope*

The neat thing is that -- I'm a visual person -- So I noticed right away that you'vd changed your avatar recently.

Your flow -- And your avatar -- Seemed to dance together in unison while --(There she stands naked & stripped of her dignity)! -- Your words seem to speak FOR her -- So most of us saw HER as the female in the avatar -- (possibly)

But the double edged sword you used was cut from a different perspective ----- We just couldn't see from the other side -- (Or maybe I should just speak for myself -- BUT I SAW YOUR AVATAR REPRESENTING "HER" -- And so I didn't look any further) -- *My Bad*

A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence --
I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/2/photosynthesis_music.htm

_

shakin your block with a 6 million dollar bop

_

www.davidevanmcdowell.com

but im a hater, tho.



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aint 3 the rule?

does this count?

but i'm a hater, tho

many can relate or recognize themselves in the words.

ARCHIVE

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no donut no cry ©

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hate keeps my teeth white

this is hard... i'm almost speechless but you got skills. You need to take this to Def Poetry man... people cn build off this poem yo... damn. I love it!

Nubi
______________________________
Do i love you?
Do i lust for you?
Am i a sinner cuz i do the two?
Could you let me know
Right now, please
Bonita applebum

Chorus:

Bonita applebum, you gotta put me on (repeat 4x)

Q-tip:

(pause between every verse)
Hey bonita, glad to meet ya
For the kind of stunning newness, i must have foreseen ya
Hey, being with you is a top priority
Ain't no need to question the authority
Chairman of the board, the chief of affections
You got mine's to swing in your direction
Hey, you're like a hip hop song, you know?
Bonita applebum, you gotta put me on

Chorus

38-24-37 (uh, uh, uh!)
You and me, hun, we're a match made in heaven
I like to kiss ya where some brothas won't
I like to tell ya things some brothas don't
If only you could see through your elaborate eyes
Only you and me, hun, the love never dies
Satisfaction, i have the right tactics
And if you need 'em, i got crazy prophylactics
So far, i hope you like rap songs
Bonita applebum, you gotta put me on

"i wanna hug all u idiotic bastards & then set you all on fire" -Bin

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deserves a reply...

i love it,
for its truth
for its honesty
and its hope.

peace


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"If you pluck out the heart
To find what makes it move,
You'll halt the clock
That syncopates our love." -Sylvia Plath

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your body’s idiom:
the musician of your wrists;
the poet who is afraid
only to mistranslate
a rhythm in your hair...
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hitler's momma got one big titty and one little titty,
and they call that bitch Biggie Smalls


"When we perform its just coffee shop chicks and white dudes"-common

hitler's momma got one big titty and one little titty,
and they call that bitch Biggie Smalls


"When we perform its just coffee shop chicks and white dudes"-common