howeva u feel to do this is cool..kinda was thinkin of how our words remind me of snowflakes..


me:
God tapped a honeycomb
out i poured w/the queen @ my feet
a sonnet in my spine
w/the ability of ananse

..

mother's egg.
father's seed.
produced a wild eyed lion.
taking my chance and your chance at the same time.
life's my playground.
and this is my sandbox.
back off, bitches.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
- new entry 04.22.04
galleries


-added 4.19.04

; )

..

doesn't seem scary to me
nice short description, not too much, not too little.
great character depiction - i think its you in a moment, i like that
bless

~~~


my
blue
song
http://au.briefcase.yahoo.com/bc/lilibluu/lst?&.dir=/blue/blue+thoughts+lunavamoloonerdco&.src=bc&.view=l

I’ve worn a crown of thorns -- Well -- Ever since I was born
Accepting the Queendom of my destiny
Challenging anguish of the forlorned
So every battle conquest is blessed with expressed lyrical fitness
I’ve been doing this shit for too long -- Don’t think I'll ever quit this
I wear my thorned crown proudly -- It fits neatly on my head
When trials of life urge pressure -- I bleed a sparkling ruby red
But I’m revived by a *Higher Power* -- So I ain’t never left 4 dead

I'm a survivor -- That's right! -- ;^)


Happy now Fon? -- *snickers*

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

*smiles @ Pho*

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

"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."

speak on u ; )

..

See -- ;^)

He's so busy tryna correct my spelling -- He forgot to throw down a bio flow~stream! -- *hehehe*

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

my words ain't really needed here no more...

not on this board.

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

"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."

; )

..

wonderful all the same.. from your attitude in here it seems like you're meant to be blessed, not just surviving

"I wear my thorned crown proudly -- It fits neatly on my head
When trials of life urge pressure -- I bleed a sparkling
ruby red
But I’m revived by a *Higher Power* -- So I ain’t never left
4 dead"

bless

~~~


my
blue
song
http://au.briefcase.yahoo.com/bc/lilibluu/lst?&.dir=/blue/blue+thoughts+lunavamoloonerdco&.src=bc&.view=l

like avagadro's number nestled between
toni morrison's bluest eye
and pi
like falling in love with your cousin
then finding out you were really adopted
like trying to give birth
with the baby coming foot first.


---
women writers.

www.sheflypaper.com

www.sheflypaper.com

dont want u to ever leave this board again.

lol...

not even hiatus.

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

"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."

n/m

_________________________________________
"Too weird to live.... too rare to die..."

IG: KnowOne215 | PS+ ID: KnowOne215

add something about u..

..

i love the "pi" and the lines preceding
so smart, savvy, sweet
bless

~~~


my
blue
song
http://au.briefcase.yahoo.com/bc/lilibluu/lst?&.dir=/blue/blue+thoughts+lunavamoloonerdco&.src=bc&.view=l

and almost 22
and i like ham
and one of my boobs is bigger than the other
and i graduate in may
and somebody loves me & i love them back
and i got writer's block
and im eating caramel corn cakes right now
and im wearin 10 gold bangles on my right wrist
and i want a typewriter
and a job
and some money

and i ramble a lot.

____________________
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http://naturalhairproblems.com

this comes across as pure and real. i like this:

"and somebody loves me & i love them back"

and i know how you feel on wants and needs. bless

~~~


my
blue
song
http://au.briefcase.yahoo.com/bc/lilibluu/lst?&.dir=/blue/blue+thoughts+lunavamoloonerdco&.src=bc&.view=l

you know...passionate

like the ripened apple sitting
in the bottom of your
frige, u too scared to
take a bit out of cuz
savoroing its juices will
cause a toothache...

like rollercoaster rides,
vomiting last nite's dinner,
and then hopping on
again, and again and again.
passionate like your
new next door neighbor
creeping into your life,
just to drain every inch
of want from you...

yeah... i'm like that.












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are one
individual. ©sunshine

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i wonder
i don't like being too extreme. its bothersome, painful when its at its worst. i like the poetry that came out of this, just questions
bless

~~~


my
blue
song
http://au.briefcase.yahoo.com/bc/lilibluu/lst?&.dir=/blue/blue+thoughts+lunavamoloonerdco&.src=bc&.view=l

it's who i am. i embrace b/c it's a piece of me...

i have no choice but to like it. live and learn, and then grow from it, i guess.


















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could be
release. ©the jazzyfatnastees

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a reflection of the woman that came b4 me
I see everything she could not be
and I flee from everything she wants for me
cuz a reflection is just the exact opposite of what the eyes see
and what the heart lets ya mind believe
the only difference is we will never know who free
the one on the outerside or the woman within me


Intelligently 95 : spoil me mamma, hot oil massage me mamma
Intelligently 95 : lol
Injyl : *vomits*
Intelligently 95 : you know you like that
Injyl : thats it that is my new sig


"they will never count me amongst the broken men" ~ G.Jack





-i'm sorry but thou shalt not fux with this nephrew
just cause the nephrew look gooder den a mug don't mean u should give in to the lustful temptations - >:O

I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.

http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/50/l_c7ac935e3dab46a9bf8ac47a4e67c8d0.jpg

if this means you and your mother, or you and your outward persona. seems to speak of both to me, and i like that not knowing but still want to know.
bless

~~~


my
blue
song
http://au.briefcase.yahoo.com/bc/lilibluu/lst?&.dir=/blue/blue+thoughts+lunavamoloonerdco&.src=bc&.view=l

doubt
blind
in love
warrior
of some
kind'

let's play ping pong ■

doesn't mean the fight's not worth it. sometimes its the tactics, the enemy, the no-end-in-sight.
love can be just as bad lol
i'm not making this any better but i hope it's all good
bless

~~~


my
blue
song
http://au.briefcase.yahoo.com/bc/lilibluu/lst?&.dir=/blue/blue+thoughts+lunavamoloonerdco&.src=bc&.view=l

*i am of reflection of everything.
i am an inspiration to each and every dusk
to dawn,
that has been spun.
an extension of each and every,
moment
that has yet to be spent...

i am of all that ever was
is
and will be in existence...

i am the reincarnation
of all words ~
ever written, read and thought of...
i am a reversed universe,
and celestrial opposite
of expressions i've yet to express...

and through the Creator,
i write an extension of a de ja vu,
and through the Creator,
these words are reflected
expressions
of the Creator in *You

*i am of everything that you know
and will ever know.
yet nothing you can or will understand.

*i am of every definition
in the most familiar
faces and traces
of every woman and man.
still,
you don't know who i am...

*i am of every part of each
of your 'feel it so much!'
yet, i am that one and only feel,
that you fear and dare not to touch....

*i am of the air you breath,
that sustains your life,
and the lives that live
to sustain your love...
yet, you don't know i'm critically vital and RE'LA'tive...

*i am of everyone and everything connected to you,
yet, i am the every~one~thing you fail to attach to...

*i am at the beginning of every
yesterday
and at the end of each
tomorrow
that has yet to be...

*i am realistically relative,
but only to the 'WE!!!'
i am this earth's universal mirror,
and the reflection of perfected ~
*Harmony

but,
i am different too....
i am more like typically distinct
and
somedays, i wish i was different,
like everybody else...
some nights,
i wish i could be more like the opposite me
and
the opposite of not myself...
sometimes,
i wish i could be jes' like those cool cats,
the strays
that be cattin' and
struttin' by...
cuz' in a world's race of rats
those cool cats don't break no sweat
and they don't have to try to win no respect...
i could jes' blend in,
you know??

and then,
i'd be like the atypical me,
that,
at times,
i wished i would be...
you know,
different and distinct,
like all of those other different and distinct
creatures i see....

now,
when i can be
that kinda' different kind of ordinary,
i know i've achieved what everybody else has already done...
i've blended in,
like all those other different beings...
i can walk around with my head held high,
cuz' i've become one of those other
different kind....
i've become the opposite of the me and not myself...
jes like all those other ~
everybody else...

so,
when i blend into that unique clique
of
cool, different and distinct,
when i become like
the ones that everyone else always notices,
the ones that catch everybody else's focuses...
then,
no one will ever notice that i'm commonly distinct
again...
cuz' i'll be jes' like the different ones,
the ones of blended perfection...
the ones that were uniquely different
before they wisely conformed
and transformed into
another alternate
view of
the other kind of ~ *ordinary distinction* ~

*who am i??
well, who i am is relative to who's looking...
who i am is subjective to who's judging...
who i am is relatively subjective to the view...
and who i am is directly
a relation to the subject of YOU!
who i am is evident
i'm everything ever created...
i am of every ~ one ~ thing that you can see...
yet, i am beyond imagination's creativity...

~basically ~
who i am depends on mostly
~YOU~
and your view
and where
and when
and why
and how you're looking at
me,
*too....

~twistylox

i really like this..
*i am realistically relative,
but only to the 'WE!!!'
i am this earth's universal mirror,
and the reflection of perfected ~
*Harmony

..

this is the kind of thing i write out then wonder what it means, so it makes me relate.
actually, its more together and gelled than what i'd write.. which makes it make even more sense to me than my own thoughts.
if this is who you are, its wonderful.
it sounds like Khalil Gibran type writing too, through the poetic parts..

"*i am of reflection of everything.
i am an inspiration to each and every dusk
to dawn,
that has been spun.
an extension of each and every,
moment
that has yet to be spent..."

what fun
bless

~~~


my
blue
song
http://au.briefcase.yahoo.com/bc/lilibluu/lst?&.dir=/blue/blue+thoughts+lunavamoloonerdco&.src=bc&.view=l

though i am mere,
there is nothing mere about me...
if you really open your mind,
you can understand,
that i am extraordinarily ordinary...
i am of minute greatness...

though i may not be pretty,
if you really open your eyes,
you can see,
the beauty in my plainness...
i am of unique commonality...

though i may be dull,
if you open your ears,
and really listen,
you can hear,
the complexity in my simplicity...
i am of colossal meagerness...

though i may not be mighty,
if you open your heart,
and really feel me,
you will be completely overpowered,
by my subtle aggressiveness,
and all that is unnaturally natural in me..
i am of bounded infiniteness...

*simply me
~~twistylox

"i am of minute greatness...
...
i am of unique commonality...
...
i am of colossal meagerness...
....
i am of bounded infiniteness..."

your words lead me to agree, not necessarily with the lessers, but the entire lesson here. very philosophical. that's unbefore sunken deep even
bless

~~~


my
blue
song
http://au.briefcase.yahoo.com/bc/lilibluu/lst?&.dir=/blue/blue+thoughts+lunavamoloonerdco&.src=bc&.view=l

I AM NOTHING
for how can i write what joyce already wrote?
how can i be quotable, when i've heard so many quotes?
how can i sing reggae, when i've already heard bob marley,
singing and crooning at a soul shakedown party?
how can i break the record, since ron jeremy took thousands to bed?
and how can i rhyme, when Pac is stuck in my head?
The genius inside me is not mine in the least,
i have nothing to say, and i can't speak my piece
The best i can do, is listen to you,
and hope that you got it, that it rings with me true.

-----------------------------
"You know I'm uninsured up in this biatch, my medical plan was NOT to get shot"-The Coup

"You can jail the liberator, but you can't jail the liberation. You can kill the revolutionary, but you can't kill the revolution."

Feedback would be much appreciated

I AM NOTHING
for how can i write what joyce already wrote?
how can i be quotable, when i've heard so many quotes?
how can i sing reggae, when i've already heard bob marley,
singing and crooning at a soul shakedown party?
how can i break the record, since ron jeremy took thousands to bed?
and how can i rhyme, when Pac is stuck in my head?
The genius inside me is not mine in the least,
i have nothing to say, and i can't speak my piece
The best i can do, is listen to you,
and hope that you got it, that it rings with me true.

-----------------------------
"You know I'm uninsured up in this biatch, my medical plan was NOT to get shot"-The Coup

"You can jail the liberator, but you can't jail the liberation. You can kill the revolutionary, but you can't kill the revolution."

in this piece..i c u...

..

...

this makes me think of a title "the hearer"..
it doesn't seem like its a full disclosure of you, however its a thoughtful provocative way to place yourself, especially in this day and age when everything seems to be on repeat.
i likes. original
bless

~~~


my
blue
song
http://au.briefcase.yahoo.com/bc/lilibluu/lst?&.dir=/blue/blue+thoughts+lunavamoloonerdco&.src=bc&.view=l

I prefer shadows and fog shrouds over radience of sunlight.

I dream to the tune of lazy, hazy jazz saxophone serenades.
These dreams wander halphazardly between romance and lust as the mood swings from brooding blue meloncholy to violet streaks of contentment.

The sticky sweetness fills my cup until it is half-empty. I soak up every drop, pausing to linger over the tangy scent that remains.

It is dark, and I am thirsty again.

"To be a poet is a condition, not a profession."
- Robert Frost

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my pockets may not be full but i am great within
some are born to lose, but i was made to win
i maintain my shine in times when faith is dim
i’m not trying to save face
i’m just trying to stay slim.

i’m tired of playing second string on second fiddles
the promise of “death do we part” was wasted on widows
keep open your windows of opportunity
keep your calendars clear
this is my day
this is my week
this is my month
this is my year
and waiting around for demand to meet supply has gotten damn demanding
you can call me last kid picked
or you can call me last man standing
but i’m
still
here.
and before i can save one person
i must become my personal savior
i must know that my soul glows
without the use of activator
so bring on the uphill climbs
these boots were made for hiking
time to shed my old self-loathing
to something more to my liking
so i’m reciting:

my pockets may not be full but i am great within
some are born to lose, but i was made to win
i maintain my shine in times when faith is dim
i’m not trying to save face
i’m just trying to stay slim.

i never was a funky drummer
i never had that blue eyes croon
all i’ve got’s a bunch of words written in my room
but i’ve said too much too soon
and now you won’t wanna date me
because we’ve replaced all that we’ve done
with “what have you done for me lately”
and that’s great
and that’s fine
that’s someone’s measure of success
but of all the ways to size you up
a yardstick’s not the best
and i just call ‘em like i see ‘em
and maybe you won’t hear me either
but a friend of mine told me i sparkle inside
and i believe her...

and my mom still calls me rob
just like my grandpa called me butchie
and my homies call me slim
my ex girlfriends call me pushy
or they don’t call at all.
(and that’s okay too sometimes.)
i’ve been the dialee and the dialer
the shoulder and the crier
i’ve seen scorched earth and tidal waves
yeah, i’ve seen rain and fire
it’s all elementary from where i’m sitting.
and if you think i’m kidding
try me
please
this is the little light that could
the flash in the flood
the mud in yer eye
the eye in yr witness
the witness to yr revival
the revival in yr barn
the barn to yr dance
the dance to yr music to my ears.
this is the example that has to pacify
the new galactic battlecry
ratpack 3:16 sez i just whooped yr ass
and i can finish the chant at last:

my pockets may not be full but i am great within
some are born to lose, but i was made to win
i maintain my shine in times when faith is dim
i’m not trying to save face
i’m just learning to stay slim.

-----
"You Sensitive Bastard", Rob Sturma's latest book of poems, is available directly from the author. It's a pretty book with a real ISBN number and everything.

www.myspace.com/robsturma

great words, seems to go off here:

"and if you think i’m kidding
try me
please
this is the little light that could
the flash in the flood
the mud in yer eye
the eye in yr witness
the witness to yr revival
the revival in yr barn
the barn to yr dance
the dance to yr music to my ears.
this is the example that has to pacify
the new galactic battlecry
ratpack 3:16 sez i just whooped yr ass
and i can finish the chant at last:"

great chorus too, it's reality, it's really you and how you're feeling/being/wishing.. loved it
bless

~~~


my
blue
song
http://au.briefcase.yahoo.com/bc/lilibluu/lst?&.dir=/blue/blue+thoughts+lunavamoloonerdco&.src=bc&.view=l

this is poetically wonderful. kind of scary in reality, like how some late night advertise-news-ment was talking about calcium will cure everything including cancer and then something else said you need two hours of sunlight everyday and i remember times where i'd live for the late quiet stillness and jazz and dark wonderhours and how i wasn't able to bloom in that environment. like there needs to be some middleground.
i loved the start, the whole vibe, but if its self-descriptive i hope you're getting those 2 hours of sunshine
bless

~~~


my
blue
song
http://au.briefcase.yahoo.com/bc/lilibluu/lst?&.dir=/blue/blue+thoughts+lunavamoloonerdco&.src=bc&.view=l

my words don't do ballet. they aren't classicly trained to mimic swans.

my words are more like women who close their eyes at clubs and just move. without caring what they look like. or if they sweat. or if they fall off beat for a second.

but moreso..

my words are like cuban women on street corners with runny mascra..the women who catch a faint sound of drums, from far away and start to move their tired hips.

cause cuban women are poetry. and runny mascra tells a story. and tired hips is not spoon feeding you her circumstances. and her dance is more outta hope than talent.

thats what i do.

pretty ain't got shit on me.

---
women writers.

www.sheflypaper.com

www.sheflypaper.com

your words are hidden behind the evil thoughts you have about people you dont know.Stop critizing what others write,and if thats you.change

Pretty Girl

didn't paperdoll already clear this up in her other post? how 'pretty' is a dictionary word, just like 'handsome', 'beautiful', 'hideous', 'sublime', & every other adjective in the dictionary that could be used to describe smthg?

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

"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."

Listen i sont know you so why are you responding.Its not your comment that was made.Dealing with her is my thing no one else

Pretty Girl

you really need to get another subject to post about.


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pretty ain't got shit on me. © lei

www.sheflypaper.com

ha ha ha I was just thinking that same thing paper,
keep my name out ya mouth

Pretty Girl

this piece was meant to express something about urself..im not sure what ur beefs r..but seriously i wanted this to be positive reflection of who u r--

so pretty put something down about who u r..cause im feelin alias on u..be u..if u have somethin to say to paper hit that inbox up...

peace n blessing lil mamas...

..

aulelei (which is my birth name) means pretty/beautiful/attractive in samoan.


so should i make the assumption that you are trying to be like me?

no because thats absurd.

"pretty", for the last time, is a word. one that was created before you thought "hey that would be a neat screen name, and it would look even better in all caps.."..before you could pronounce it or spell it...before you even knew what pretty meant..it was a word.

so until you show me copyrighted materials that state that the WORD pretty can and only will be used in reference to you then:

pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty
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*cough*
pretty ain't got shit on me. (c) paperohhhhhsoooflybeenprettylifetimesbeforedoll.


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pretty ain't got shit on me. © lei

www.sheflypaper.com

flyest! you better be putting together a book!

the flyest...


















================
could be
release. ©the jazzyfatnastees

------------------------------
my work
http://meetmsmindful.wordpress.com
http://www.lulu.com/content/7598631
http://evan-roth.com/grey.php

that means a lot coming from someone whose work i enjoy.


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pretty ain't got shit on me. © lei

www.sheflypaper.com

realness, its funny how when asked about yourself, you write through your words.
fearless, fantastic, real:

"my words don't do ballet. they aren't classicly trained to
mimic swans."
---my words do origami, straight sheets become crumpled crumbs for the rubbish hee hee, just made me think.

"my words are more like women who close their eyes at clubs
and just move. without caring what they look like. or if
they sweat. or if they fall off beat for a second."

this seems to talk more about self, even as extension of self its really cool

"but moreso..

my words are like cuban women on street corners with runny
mascra..the women who catch a faint sound of drums, from far
away and start to move their tired hips.

cause cuban women are poetry. and runny mascra tells a
story. and tired hips is not spoon feeding you her
circumstances. and her dance is more outta hope than talent.

thats what i do.

pretty ain't got shit on me."

wonderful, on-point with your images because your words are dancing right before me, not with some "i'm pretty, look at me" vibe, more like a naturally infectious rythm where you have to feel it.

bless

~~~


my
blue
song
http://au.briefcase.yahoo.com/bc/lilibluu/lst?&.dir=/blue/blue+thoughts+lunavamoloonerdco&.src=bc&.view=l

at the reflections in this ocean of words...


the creativity falls off of some of yall like rain on umbrella..right now mine's has a hole in it
i appreciate yall gettin my hair wet..

..

radiohead is my favorite band.



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she loves me...more than she knows.

exist in limbo.

"when my love comes to see me it’s
just a little like music,a
little more like curving colour(say
orange)
against silence,or darkness…" -e.e. cummings


"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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myself is sculptor of
your body’s idiom:
the musician of your wrists;
the poet who is afraid
only to mistranslate
a rhythm in your hair...
-E.E. Cummings

I’m young.
I still crawl on the fuzz of life’s peaches
My mind reaches only a few years of sun and rain
My memory lane is more like a street block
Strolling consciously as far back as 1993
But that’s just me
Can’t say that I’ve felt, first hand, the jazz gland
That once vibrated in John Coltrane’s loins
Nor could I join in brassy parades of renegades
“We Shall Overcome”ing national barricades
Foreign objects include records and A-tracks
Jerri Curls, fly girls, and the use of fanny packs.
The artist formally known as Prince
has never gyrated his twiggy hips on any of my stages
Puberty is a war that wages
Pimples dot my gauges of facial expression
16 years have left only sporadic chicken pock marks
and it’s dreams of the future that spark my words.
I’m un-molded clay, just a couple rings on the tree,
I’m young and un-calloused,
and that’s just me.


___________________________
-Phyllis-


...that is all...

you're absolutely gorgeous!!! this poem's got me tripping!

for a start, the start is perfection

"I’m young.
I still crawl on the fuzz of life’s peaches "

got me thinking timidity, babies crawling, momotaro-the japanese fairy story about the old childless couple finding a little baby in a peach and then

"My mind reaches only a few years of sun and rain
My memory lane is more like a street block
Strolling consciously as far back as 1993
But that’s just me
Can’t say that I’ve felt, first hand, the jazz gland
That once vibrated in John Coltrane’s loins
Nor could I join in brassy parades of renegades
“We Shall Overcome”ing national barricades
Foreign objects include records and A-tracks
Jerri Curls, fly girls, and the use of fanny packs.
The artist formally known as Prince
has never gyrated his twiggy hips on any of my stages"

this is great. its listing what you don't understand, but something in the listing makes me think you'll at least be open to..

"Puberty is a war that wages
Pimples dot my gauges of facial expression
16 years have left only sporadic chicken pock marks
and it’s dreams of the future that spark my words.
I’m un-molded clay, just a couple rings on the tree,
I’m young and un-calloused,
and that’s just me."

keep racking up those notches - i hope i'm able to read more of your words. wonderful
bless

~~~


my
blue
song
http://au.briefcase.yahoo.com/bc/lilibluu/lst?&.dir=/blue/blue+thoughts+lunavamoloonerdco&.src=bc&.view=l

hey, thanks for the read.
i think that it's not so much that i have a lot to learn, because i've learned about many of these things. But I feel like there are things that one has to experience first hand to really understand and to really KNOW about, y'know...
___________________________
-Phyllis-


.waiting.

im freakier than riq and malik when i speak
a star thatll never burn out, i rise but never peak

(>_o)

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

Delrica was released from the Smurfland Institute for the Smurfily Sane two moons ago when her friend, Moxie the Trick Pony, admitted herself in Delrica's stead. She now frolics amidst poets and writers under the guise of a webmaster for www.4luvofpoetry.com, has somehow landed herself the job of the DC/Baltimore Slam Master and talks to herself often. To read more about her disease, Smurfonia, you can visit her at www.geocities.com/delricaa.

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Cop my stuff, mayne!

My first chapbook: "This Chapbook Was Made With Pilfered Office Products" available now - $6.00

My 2nd chapbook, coming in 2007: "Orgasms and Ice Cream"

fmi: http://www.myspace.com/delrica

they stuffed ME in a
pint of ice cream and labeled me
world's best chocolate!!

----------------------
Cop my stuff, mayne!

My first chapbook: "This Chapbook Was Made With Pilfered Office Products" available now - $6.00

My 2nd chapbook, coming in 2007: "Orgasms and Ice Cream"

fmi: http://www.myspace.com/delrica

u still Smurfette...lolol...

..

>u still Smurfette...lolol...


I'm D-Lo Smurfoni Smurfette ...the black smurf that always got away from Gargamel first...and that no one ever talked about...because we keep our best smurf secrets on the downlow...*noddin*

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Cop my stuff, mayne!

My first chapbook: "This Chapbook Was Made With Pilfered Office Products" available now - $6.00

My 2nd chapbook, coming in 2007: "Orgasms and Ice Cream"

fmi: http://www.myspace.com/delrica

i read it on okayplayer?

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my
blue
song
http://au.briefcase.yahoo.com/bc/lilibluu/lst?&.dir=/blue/blue+thoughts+lunavamoloonerdco&.src=bc&.view=l

dude that's jus way to much!!!

LMAO!!

~~~~~~~~ luv R.
https://www.facebook.com/robyn.wildchild12
psycho.
"Institutions encourage us to consider the opinions they sell as "facts" and that we "believe" rather than question the morality they pitch."
cities need fewer shopping malls and more skat

*U* remind me of slips of paper
Sliding between the hands of children
Of expressions that r so honest & gentle
That breeze pass the teacher

Man I luv the way yall write

..

strong silent type, and i know more than i think i do...

PEACE LOVE and MONEY

https://soundcloud.com/dabeatnik/drumpf-beer

am razor sharp---
keen... nice point
to my tip. my words
will cut u, slash wounds
deep into your flesh...

leave u lying in ur
blood... begging for
my help...

and i
will
deny
u
it.



















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are one
individual. ©sunshine

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my work
http://meetmsmindful.wordpress.com
http://www.lulu.com/content/7598631
http://evan-roth.com/grey.php

of a castle at times...
sand blasted..
soaked in heat of the oven..
ur words at times r a moat
yet a bridge inside ur soul..

(an u know what i could go on but for u tre..
the real beauty is ur cocoon..
the things that nurtures & nourishes u
surprise me..so fuck that butterfly..
i luv that caterpillar..u hear me sis..)

..

i can't fuck wit u chandra

u be having me tearing up all of the time man.

*happy tears tho*

*very happy indeed*



















================
are one
individual. ©sunshine

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my work
http://meetmsmindful.wordpress.com
http://www.lulu.com/content/7598631
http://evan-roth.com/grey.php

at times wrap around my brain w/o sharing them...u deserve it..i felt i should tell my lil sis...but ive told u the best things about u r the things that u dont see...keep being sweet ms. tremaine..

..

i don't see this sharpness in your other pieces. seems like you're defining where you want to draw the line (i can't find the words i mean) but its wonderful poetry, not sure if you're really that harsh is what i mean
bless

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my
blue
song
http://au.briefcase.yahoo.com/bc/lilibluu/lst?&.dir=/blue/blue+thoughts+lunavamoloonerdco&.src=bc&.view=l