i’ve been trying to write this poem
one of those...
‘talkrealfast,inrun-onsentences,butnotsayinanythingtooimportantinterstingorcreative,
butbecausei’mtalkinreallyfast,andnoonecanunderstandhwati'msayin,everybodyassumesi’msayinawholelottadopeshit’ type poems.
a poem with...
‘pauses in...places where most....wouldn’t be expecting...there...to be...one.’
you know...so that i’ll seem...insightful..
it’s the type of poem that everybody seems to be writing these days.
or maybe i should try writing a poem that rhymes
that speaks about birds chirping in the springtime
or about the decline in the belief in anything divine
or how that trifflin nigga’s deadline for wifin this sublime dime
ends with tomorrow’s sunrise.
or are poems that rhyme, past their prime?
damn i wish i were a poet…
i’d like to use similies and metaphors
to describe the way his eyes read mine
without me usin any letters, or
the way the smoke from the insence dances thru the room
with enhancing fumes,
clinging to my clothes and hair,
prompting condescending, yet all too familiar “she must be a poet” glares
but i’m not.
‘cuz if i were,
it wouldn’t be so difficult to finish a poem.
i wouldn’t sit for days watching the horizon swallow the sun
waiting for the slightest hint of inspiration, i'm in like a...
constant state flirtation
with creativity.
i'm lickin my lips, and i'm swivelin my hips
tryna get that extra attention that leads to the release of
all this bottled up tension.
not to mention
that i've been
exposin ample amounts of skin
in
desperate hopes of seducing my pen
into producing what i know resides somewhere deep within.
i'm ready to kiss every letter and run my fingers along every word
...breathe sexy sentences onto the page, leaving writer's block deferred.
i wanna pull each verse close enough to taste,
ensuing a seemingly endless embrace
that would eventually replace my inability to create.
i think poetry... is my unattainable soulmate
...this non-poet awaits.

::natralyght::

been such a time, i that i was

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Now that's fresh, K.K. I think everybody can sympathize with that!!!

K.I.M.

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I suffer right along with you.
*sighs* Ima be a poet when I grow up.
I really enjoyed this. Relatable and well written.


“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

"When all men think alike, no one thinks very much."
-Walter Lippmann

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I definately empathize with this. I find myself feeling that way often.

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

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For real. I hope you read this at an open mic and piss off quiite a few. Spread the word.

"Slaves have options. There's escape, revolt, or death. But for cowards, there's only consequences..."--from Passing Strange

i loved this!
fo sho, fo sho
and i had so much fun
reading it out loud lol
like the cats said,
very relatable. humours.
unpretentious, yet impressive.
mos def felt.
good job.
yo i ma save this, if thats cool.
smack me twice if it aint.

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wow, now that I get to see the finished product... your are the dopest kaylizzle.

peaCe,...and keep the "C" in it.





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too brilliant
like everbody else
i hear you
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...The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and is tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom...

- Maya Angelou

i'm glad u all could relate...peace


...knowin what i know, and
wit a lil bitty , and some lil bitty breasts?
the rest of wouldn'ta stood a muthafuckin chance...

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I've writtten a couple of flows similar to this -- In mindset & sentiments -- Awhile back -- But I got the pen slapped outta my hand, and was told to go stand in da corner until I realized (((Supposedly))) that I WAS a Poet! -- *chuckles*

You don't wanna stand in da corner with me, do you?

Aaiight den - YOU BETTA RECOGNIZE! -- *smiles*


Tight flow Ms. Natral -- And indeed -- YOU ARE A POET! -- *wink*

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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>You don't wanna stand in da corner with me, do you?

no i don't want to stand in the corner, ms. photo. lol

>Tight flow Ms. Natral -- And indeed -- YOU ARE A POET! --
>*wink*

ha! thank you much...and thanks to everyone who replied. all the replies brought a smile to my face
i'll have to come 'round these parts more often

been such a time, i that i was

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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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Wow makes me think twice about the title I have become so comfortable with all these years. Something to think about I suppose. I enjoyed this overall. Very capturing, and mind bending on my part anyway.

T_A_N_G_Y

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"If you are deaf, dumb and blind to what's happening in the world, your under no obligation to do anything .BUT if you know what's happening and don't do anything but sit on your ass then your nothing but a punk"
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salude

"If you are deaf, dumb and blind to what's happening in the world, your under no obligation to do a

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I like the punn and I appreciate your direct approach sort of shunning those that use "the spoken word voice" but really ain't saying shyt. Ma'am I am bowing but just like you are NOT a poet i AM a brown noser figure it out. Good job.

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Nakia Genevieve are my middle names... Not my attempt to morph Phenom with Novembersgift... But...

you qualify! at least, this did it for me. i really enjoyed reading this and following your mind move in and out of the various possibilities that would (and definitely did) let you write/create more poetry. keep shining and breathing the words.

peace,

n.

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"Conformity is the refuge of a stagnant mind."

wow, you think you could re-post that once a month? everybody needs to see this one

edit: or just get the mods to archive it...

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its good.
i luv the seducing the poem part the best... layin out half naked to get the poem to come to u... its a good image. shalom ma.
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I
wrap
myself
around a
celestial
tree

and from there

I can see

Patterns
of
eternity
that stick with me and
make impact, so that
the struggle

has meaning

-gsquared


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dont know why but this felt like a def poets piece which is coo but at the same time could be border line corny but i dug the piece as a whole and it actually had some lines that had me like yeah!!!! so i can dig it and respect it...i found this link via mayoKing...sorry i missed but i'll check for more from ya...peace.

fuck a sig!!!


why MiracleRic thinks me and him clic aight, here's the reason, u real with yours, i am once i bring my guard down, we both stupid as hell, we both got our talents, want a lot of the same things, like a lot of the same things, we both

waving wildly. nice.

:)

..i read this, and felt like a proud parent

and to think, i was lucky enough to acutally hear this read aloud

i see you shinin'...

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..and miles to go before i sleep...

dope.

and so full of life.

up, archive and sentence u to spit it from coffeeshop to rally.

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