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"THE FIRST OFFICIAL OKP FEMALE COLLABORATION!!!!!"
Wed Oct-01-03 05:41 AM by KnowOne

  

          

First and foremost I just want to say thank you to all of you who said they would participate! I’m very excited that could put this together for all of us, and have spent a lot of time coming up with the topic, rules and getting people involved.

But before I give those though, just remember this:
· A Woman has the right to be herself - a person first and female second - and to resist pressure to behave in sex-stereotyped ways.
· A Woman has the right to express herself with originality and enthusiasm.
· A Woman has the right to take risks, to strive freely and to take pride in success.
· A Woman has the right to accept and enjoy the body she was born with and not to feel pressured to compromise her health in order to satisfy the dictates of an "ideal" physical image.
· A Woman has the right to be free of vulnerability and self-doubt and to develop as mentally and emotionally sound individual.
· A Woman has the right to prepare for interesting work and economic independence.

(applause) Here are all the OKP females: (most of you are involved… but some haven’t gotten back, ….it’s all love, either way)

Robynwildchild
Chaste_Souls
mindful
PhotoSynthesis
HottLykeFiyah
mara
HEBREW_HONEY
Dominicana
Mystic_Elixir
orangeloni
OkayPlayerChic
natalie
SpecialOne
Shyning_Star
3rd i
VirtuousWoman_Found
delrica
dasweetesttaboo
Reallove
j alise
Soulstice
Invisible ink
paperdollpoet
rubbersoulonice
ergobliss
Afrika
clarion
wolfie
Winter Blaze
lunaeco

Aight here’s the set off…
First, I hope to start this by having each of you take the time to introduce yourselves. This is our time to shine as one, but also as individuals!! So, tell us anything you would like us to know. Start with you intro then, your actual post.
Here's some ideas for your introduction:

Name:
Location:
Age:
Website/audios/pics:
Personal Info: (ethnicity, writing style, favorite things,
Who or what inspired you to write, etc)

And finally!

The Topic (which won by only ONE vote)


Female perspectives on love (firstlove, lost love, new love, true love etc)

There are really no rules for your post, just follow the topic and see what you can come up with.
The only thing I ask is that you submit your work to the post before the end of the month and you show love to other posts.And you post under your name (for neatness) and comments go under the comments folder...THANX!

And lastly:
I wrote something for all of you…and for the reader’s understanding

In dedication to all the females: ( to readers)

This collaboration provides the opportunity for females not only to share their unique perspectives and experiences but also allows us to teach outsiders in some way a new and fresh concept that may have been overlooked. I also hope to unify the female experience… because feminine traits (“feminine traits” was used to label this, however, does not imply that only females contain these) such as sensitivity, connection, and nurturing have been so long considered inferior and repressed in our society as a whole, need to be recognized. A lot of races have been repressed by ignorance, prejudice, and manipulation- we too- as women have been considered minorities in our emotions, and in our positions http://www.rockrgrl.com/6/rant.html
(Sensitivity is considered weak (in society), and according to recent polling I learned that yes, females continue to make less money than males working the same position) Also, let’s remember that it was only a few decades ago that females were granted equality, with the right to vote (but that was only in the U.S., still in a lot of places, females are still inferior- considering in countries such as Egypt and other countries that circumcise women- it’s called FGM=female genital mutilation www.religioustolerance.org/fem_circ.html why? So men can promote their phallic views, women cannot lie about virginity, and also so they do not receive pleasure from sexual interactions. We all also remember what women were forced to do in Iraq, www.ncccusa.org/iraq/women.html etc. and even in China with the “one child” policy www.nzz.ch/english/background/2001/02/16china.html women are often embarrassed by the lengths the country goes to – to make sure that they do not have more than one child (such as monitoring a woman’s menstral cycle publicly, and because they have this policy couples keep the boys and often “get rid of” the girls (for the family name, etc)
These are just some examples of how women are still somewhat inferior today. Even though we are “allowed” to work jobs and vote there’s still thoughts in me that cause me to think that society allowed it simply because they saw that allowing women to do these things would increase society production, creating more money, and votes for a campaign, etc. and why not?! We sell sperm online!
Also… Yes, women have the natural instinct for nurturing and connection … But I personally think that ALL of us do. It’s just that from a young age we are taught to act differently so therefore we contort to our conditioning
But women may be also still inferior with how we view love and relationships. Women often treat love as our “existence” rather than a feeling. (derived from Dr. Laura’s 10 Stupid Things That Women Do To Mess Up Their Lives) We may sell ourselves out for a “man” .. such as fighting the girl if our man cheats, or even giving up our dreams and aspirations for love. But what a lot of us forget to understand is: genuine love supports us! It’s not repression! And aren’t you tired of being repressed? First in position in society, but it continues in most relationships. (don’t front! I speak from me making many “adjustments” for a man, and then I opened my eyes and viewed other relationships and saw that the majority of fems do it also)
There’s too many instances where the man is supported but the woman is not, Need I elaborate further?! (turn on your local talk show if you don’t know what I’m talking about)
That’s why I hope to promote FEMALE UNITY with this collaboration; it means a lot more to me than you all think, I feel we need to get some points across… And I feel anyone who doesn’t support this lacks love and respect for themselves (man or woman).


Aight nuff said! I’m sure u get the point!
I know I brought up some controversial views here, that will probably spark a lot of opinions and view points, however, I’m not one sided and acknowledge that women have contributed a lot to society, etc http://www.wrpm.org.uk/
( I also approach this not condescendingly, but from experience.. I hope you all don’t think that I’m selfish to voice my views in this post, but these underlying thoughts have been bubblin’ and are the main reason that I’m provoked to do this in the first place!!)
I do not want any of you to forget the main point thought: and that is ….that generally in humanity that we do not have to hide our sensitivity and fragility and that when we choose to express it… it does not have to be manipulated, or considered weak, but rather a genuine strength!

So let’s stick together like The Jazzyfatnastees, Thelma and Louise, The Women of Brewster’s Place, Wynona and Naomi Judd and anyone else you can think of … Ghyea! www.girlsinc-oc.org/timeline.htm
I hope this promotes the autonomy in every one of us ……woman or man.
Peace & love & respect!

-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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Subject Author Message Date ID
Robynwildchild
Oct 01st 2003
1
the basics (to start)
Oct 02nd 2003
65
college love
Oct 03rd 2003
88
peace, girl...
Oct 03rd 2003
89
RE: college love
Oct 05th 2003
118
RE: college love
Oct 05th 2003
125
RE: college love
Oct 08th 2003
174
Art
Oct 08th 2003
184
      RE: Art
Oct 30th 2003
286
Chaste Souls
Oct 01st 2003
2
Mindful
Oct 01st 2003
3
who is mindful?
Oct 02nd 2003
62
RE: who is mindful?
Oct 02nd 2003
80
RE: who is mindful?
Oct 03rd 2003
86
RE: who is mindful?
Oct 05th 2003
119
RE: who is mindful?
Oct 10th 2003
206
who is mindful?
Oct 11th 2003
212
RE: who is mindful?
Oct 11th 2003
228
RE: who is mindful?
Oct 20th 2003
267
thanks 4 reading u guys nm
Oct 20th 2003
268
i hear your voice
Oct 28th 2003
284
RE: who is mindful?
Oct 30th 2003
287
RE: Mindful
Oct 02nd 2003
76
Photosynthesis
Oct 01st 2003
4
RE: Photosynthesis
Oct 02nd 2003
69
lol awwww photo, this was exceptionally cute
Oct 04th 2003
103
Momma Said: "Love Thyself First"!
Oct 02nd 2003
72
RE: Momma Said: "Love Thyself First"!
Oct 02nd 2003
81
RE: Momma Said: "Love Thyself First"!
Oct 04th 2003
104
RE: Momma Said: "Love Thyself First"!
Oct 05th 2003
126
RE: Momma Said: "Love Thyself First"!
Oct 05th 2003
138
RE: Momma Said: "Love Thyself First"!
Oct 06th 2003
144
RE: Momma Said: "Love Thyself First"!
Oct 06th 2003
152
RE: Momma Said: "Love Thyself First"!
Oct 06th 2003
157
ur mom shoulda told my mom a thing or two
Oct 10th 2003
208
RE: Momma Said: "Love Thyself First"!
Oct 11th 2003
229
( ( ( I LOVE U ) ) )
Oct 04th 2003
110
      RE: ( ( ( I LOVE U ) ) )
Oct 05th 2003
132
      (Pho(to ( I LOVE U )Syn)thesis)
Oct 06th 2003
142
      RE: ( ( ( I LOVE U ) ) )
Oct 06th 2003
153
      RE: ( ( ( I LOVE U ) ) )
Oct 30th 2003
288
HottLykeFiyah
Oct 01st 2003
5
i'm late.
Oct 03rd 2003
99
      nice pic, girl. and thanx.
Oct 07th 2003
168
      swell.
Oct 17th 2003
260
           im such a dork. ^that's me. forgot to change names.
Oct 18th 2003
263
           Ok...touche...
Oct 20th 2003
266
           *fans self*
Oct 30th 2003
289
Mara
Oct 01st 2003
6
mini bio
Oct 14th 2003
247
Finally!
Oct 15th 2003
250
      aww
Oct 16th 2003
256
Good Morning
Oct 14th 2003
248
      RE: Good Morning
Oct 30th 2003
290
HEBREW_HONEY
Oct 01st 2003
7
RE: HEBREW_HONEY
Oct 02nd 2003
61
      HEBREW_HONEY on Love
Oct 07th 2003
172
      Thas' My Gyrl --
Oct 07th 2003
173
      Rakim Quran...
Oct 12th 2003
240
Dominicana
Oct 01st 2003
8
i am
Oct 09th 2003
196
'99
Oct 10th 2003
200
      i'm glad you're here
Oct 10th 2003
201
      oh wow....
Oct 10th 2003
204
           RE: oh wow....
Oct 11th 2003
230
      u know what Imma type.. fuck him (c) rgv
Oct 10th 2003
207
           yep!
Oct 10th 2003
209
                u don't have to thank me
Oct 10th 2003
210
Mystic_Elixir
Oct 01st 2003
9
I AM WOMBMAN
Oct 11th 2003
216
((applause))
Oct 11th 2003
217
wow, me, moderator?
Oct 11th 2003
219
      oh about that.
Oct 11th 2003
220
           Yeah, I just now saw it. I sent you one.
Oct 11th 2003
221
scorpios represent!
Oct 11th 2003
223
We're the best, what can I say! *lol*
Oct 11th 2003
225
      heh, heh, heh!
Oct 11th 2003
232
      mmmmmmm enigma
Oct 12th 2003
245
      RE: We're the best, what can I say! *lol*
Oct 12th 2003
244
good to see you mystic.
Oct 11th 2003
231
My Vagina....and yours
Oct 11th 2003
218
      re: the links
Oct 11th 2003
224
      I think it's very revolutionary, I love the vagina mono
Oct 11th 2003
226
           mystic-loni inspiration
Oct 17th 2003
258
                excellent! ;) *hugs*
Oct 26th 2003
278
      *no words*
Oct 30th 2003
291
Orangeloni
Oct 01st 2003
10
Hello, it's the Soul
Oct 01st 2003
57
i needed to hear this.
Oct 02nd 2003
60
very unLoni like indeed.. but hella good.
Oct 02nd 2003
63
RE: Hello, it's the Soul
Oct 02nd 2003
68
i'm in agreement w/ Natalie
Oct 10th 2003
202
*smiles*
Oct 11th 2003
213
good stuff girl! And patience really IS the best virtue
Oct 11th 2003
227
Hello, it's the Pussy
Oct 05th 2003
117
RE: Hello, it's the Pussy
Oct 05th 2003
139
RE: Hello, it's the Pussy
Oct 05th 2003
140
lol!
Oct 06th 2003
141
RE: Hello, it's the Pussy
Oct 06th 2003
145
awesome approach, loni
Oct 07th 2003
169
RE: Hello, it's the Pussy
Oct 09th 2003
188
CoSign
Oct 30th 2003
292
very nice! And...
Oct 11th 2003
222
ha.. talk about personification at its best
Oct 12th 2003
239
journey to us
Oct 05th 2003
133
      awwww
Oct 07th 2003
170
OkayPlayerChic
Oct 01st 2003
11
INTRODUCING OKPCHIC!
Oct 01st 2003
53
TOPIC # 1....LOVE
Oct 01st 2003
56
co-sign...
Oct 03rd 2003
83
Love will have you write a poem like this.........
Oct 08th 2003
183
      RE: Love will have you write a poem like this.........
Oct 30th 2003
293
Natalie
Oct 01st 2003
12
Get to know...a little about me:
Oct 01st 2003
42
yaaayyyyyy!!!!!
Oct 01st 2003
43
      you know it!
Oct 01st 2003
51
better
Oct 03rd 2003
87
this was so.. innocent
Oct 07th 2003
171
RE: better
Oct 08th 2003
175
"word"
Oct 09th 2003
185
if
Oct 10th 2003
203
      y'know...
Oct 11th 2003
233
in Love's name
Oct 06th 2003
147
had me from the opening lines.....
Oct 10th 2003
199
      RE: had me from the opening lines.....
Oct 11th 2003
235
This House
Oct 09th 2003
187
complete wishes
Oct 11th 2003
238
Special One
Oct 01st 2003
13
Hey Everyone its me
Oct 02nd 2003
64
      werd me too
Oct 04th 2003
111
Shyning_Star
Oct 01st 2003
14
3rd i
Oct 01st 2003
15
3rd i
Oct 07th 2003
160
Opening Score
Oct 07th 2003
161
      this...
Oct 11th 2003
234
Progression of Love: 400 year old tale
Oct 07th 2003
162
      damn nikki
Oct 11th 2003
214
      wow
Oct 11th 2003
215
      sure girl
Oct 27th 2003
282
      I know this post is for the ladies...
Oct 24th 2003
276
           CoSign
Oct 30th 2003
294
VirtuousWoman_Found
Oct 01st 2003
16
Delrica
Oct 01st 2003
17
Intro
Oct 01st 2003
37
lost love (also for him...)
Oct 01st 2003
39
      i won't let you be still
Oct 03rd 2003
95
      RE: lost love (also for him...)
Oct 31st 2003
309
True Love/First Love
Oct 01st 2003
38
oowee!
Oct 04th 2003
105
RE: oowee!
Oct 04th 2003
113
RE: True Love/First Love
Oct 30th 2003
295
WHOA!
Oct 31st 2003
308
on: self love
Oct 01st 2003
40
      this is beautiful
Oct 01st 2003
52
      RE: on: self love
Oct 06th 2003
158
           great minds...
Oct 07th 2003
159
Dasweetesttaboo
Oct 01st 2003
18
Real love
Oct 01st 2003
19
Introduction
Oct 04th 2003
112
      Haunt me, Red light
Oct 04th 2003
114
           RE: Haunt me, Red light
Oct 08th 2003
176
j alise
Oct 01st 2003
20
Soulstice
Oct 01st 2003
21
Invisible ink
Oct 01st 2003
22
paperdollpoet
Oct 01st 2003
23
RE: paperdollpoet
Oct 04th 2003
107
:: lite skin gurls cry too ::
Oct 04th 2003
109
....
Oct 04th 2003
116
this is what i get for quick reading...
Oct 05th 2003
120
I thought this fell along the lines of self love
Oct 05th 2003
124
RE: :: lite skin gurls cry too ::
Oct 05th 2003
127
RE: :: lite skin gurls cry too ::
Oct 06th 2003
155
damn
Oct 07th 2003
166
wow...
Oct 08th 2003
182
*working now*
Oct 05th 2003
121
rubbersoulonice
Oct 01st 2003
24
Ummmmmmm -- I Think --
Oct 01st 2003
55
      lolol =X i asked you...
Oct 02nd 2003
58
ergobliss
Oct 01st 2003
25
Africa
Oct 01st 2003
26
RE: Africa
Oct 02nd 2003
74
      My Love's Epiphany
Oct 02nd 2003
75
           RE: My Love's Epiphany
Oct 03rd 2003
92
                RE: My Love's Epiphany
Oct 09th 2003
194
                that she is......
Oct 30th 2003
296
Clarion
Oct 01st 2003
27
microphone check...
Oct 02nd 2003
66
      lovin warrior..(a work in progress)
Oct 28th 2003
285
           short simple but...
Oct 30th 2003
297
Wolfie
Oct 01st 2003
28
::ahem:: let me introduce myself
Oct 03rd 2003
90
      night skies
Oct 03rd 2003
91
      nice ending
Oct 04th 2003
101
      have i nicknamed you yet?
Oct 04th 2003
106
      RE: have i nicknamed you yet?
Oct 05th 2003
134
      RE: night skies
Oct 08th 2003
177
      everything about this...
Oct 11th 2003
237
      nice
Oct 17th 2003
257
      *LOVE* of lack there of
Oct 05th 2003
137
      RE: *LOVE* of lack there of
Oct 30th 2003
298
      moon
Oct 23rd 2003
275
Winter Blaze
Oct 01st 2003
29
RE: Winter Blaze
Oct 05th 2003
122
u're not old nm
Oct 06th 2003
150
I know that's real...
Oct 06th 2003
154
RE: Winter Blaze
Oct 08th 2003
178
Tainted Love
Oct 09th 2003
195
      RE: Tainted Love
Oct 09th 2003
197
      the length.
Oct 11th 2003
236
           I must agree.....
Oct 30th 2003
299
Ezzsential
Oct 01st 2003
30
wooohoooo!
Oct 02nd 2003
73
RE: wooohoooo!
Oct 05th 2003
128
RE: wooohoooo!
Oct 08th 2003
179
thank you for this..... i think WE needed it.
Oct 10th 2003
205
you're welcome...
Oct 12th 2003
242
Madd Props To You
Oct 30th 2003
301
Okay Ezzy --
Oct 12th 2003
243
      (gigglin)
Oct 16th 2003
253
           the beginning of my love, the end of my life
Oct 25th 2003
277
                RE: the beginning of my love, the end of my life
Oct 30th 2003
300
lunaeco
Oct 01st 2003
31
P.S.
Oct 01st 2003
32
*added* slicklyric
Oct 01st 2003
47
RE: Introductions...
Oct 02nd 2003
67
that's peace and welcome!
Oct 04th 2003
102
      RE: that's peace and welcome!
Oct 05th 2003
129
RE:I need you to hear this now
Oct 05th 2003
123
RE:I need you to hear this now
Oct 05th 2003
135
RE:I need you to hear this now
Oct 08th 2003
180
      CoSign
Oct 30th 2003
302
RE: stone soldier
Oct 05th 2003
131
      Ahhhhhh --
Oct 05th 2003
136
*added* MeDiNaStaR
Oct 01st 2003
48
*added* Sampaguita
Oct 01st 2003
49
*added* Chibueze
Oct 01st 2003
54
*added* UntitledThought
Oct 02nd 2003
70
RE: *added* UntitledThought
Oct 02nd 2003
77
      contemplation.
Oct 02nd 2003
78
           RE: contemplation.
Oct 08th 2003
181
           RE: contemplation.
Oct 30th 2003
303
*added* nappiness
Oct 02nd 2003
71
RE: *added* nappiness
Oct 03rd 2003
84
I love the ending....
Oct 30th 2003
304
RE: *added* nappiness
Oct 03rd 2003
85
*added* Siren
Oct 03rd 2003
82
*added* marmari
Oct 09th 2003
189
*added* Ambergirl
Oct 09th 2003
191
Ambergirl
Oct 26th 2003
279
      The Time of the Father
Oct 26th 2003
280
      this was still about love...
Oct 30th 2003
305
      Still Growing
Oct 26th 2003
281
*added* auspicious
Oct 09th 2003
193
*added* imagination_7
Oct 16th 2003
254
Hello! My intro...
Oct 22nd 2003
269
At last, she ascends on us!
Oct 22nd 2003
271
RE: At last, she ascends on us!
Oct 22nd 2003
273
Our Proclamation
Oct 22nd 2003
272
      RE: Our Proclamation
Oct 22nd 2003
274
      RE: Our Proclamation
Oct 30th 2003
306
Hello... my intro
Oct 22nd 2003
270
*added* BlackIvy
Oct 17th 2003
259
COMMENTS/LOVE
Oct 01st 2003
33
as PG said.....this will be epic
Oct 01st 2003
35
CAN U SAY FRONT PAGE?
Oct 01st 2003
36
RE: COMMENTS/LOVE
Oct 01st 2003
41
RE: COMMENTS/LOVE
Oct 01st 2003
44
damn....
Oct 01st 2003
46
RE: damn....
Oct 01st 2003
50
just wanted to say i fully support this :)
Oct 04th 2003
115
RE: COMMENTS/LOVE
Oct 10th 2003
211
just checkin in
Oct 12th 2003
241
WOW !----!----!
Oct 01st 2003
34
say werd!!!
Oct 01st 2003
45
word PG! i hope so too!
Oct 02nd 2003
59
*ahem*
Oct 02nd 2003
79
did anyone know...
Oct 03rd 2003
93
*hmmmmmm*
Oct 03rd 2003
94
      second that *hmmmmmm*
Oct 04th 2003
108
RE: THE FIRST OFFICIAL OKP FEMALE COLLABORATION!!!!!
Oct 03rd 2003
96
RE: THE FIRST OFFICIAL OKP FEMALE COLLABORATION!!!!!
Oct 03rd 2003
97
      a real quick something else.
Oct 03rd 2003
98
      RE: THE FIRST OFFICIAL OKP FEMALE COLLABORATION!!!!!
Oct 06th 2003
146
      lolol.. thanx
Oct 06th 2003
149
      RE: THE FIRST OFFICIAL OKP FEMALE COLLABORATION!!!!!
Oct 30th 2003
307
*added* THELIONESS (above)
Oct 04th 2003
100
RE: *added* THELIONESS (above)
Oct 06th 2003
148
LADIES HELP MEE!!!!
Oct 05th 2003
130
RE: LADIES HELP MEE!!!!
Oct 06th 2003
156
      thanx girl!
Oct 07th 2003
164
whoa...hold up
Oct 06th 2003
143
isis
Oct 06th 2003
151
who? hehe..
Oct 07th 2003
163
      RE: who? hehe..
Oct 07th 2003
165
           wow!!!! (smile)
Oct 09th 2003
190
how can a newbie get down with this?
Oct 07th 2003
167
wriggle in and make yourself at home
Oct 09th 2003
186
RE: how can a newbie get down with this?
Oct 09th 2003
192
      RE: how can a newbie get down with this?
Oct 09th 2003
198
GOD DAMN!!
Oct 13th 2003
246
yo bliss
Oct 16th 2003
252
I LOVE Women...does that count??
Oct 15th 2003
249
just wanted to say...
Oct 15th 2003
251
werd.
Oct 16th 2003
255
thanx ladee....
Oct 18th 2003
265
finally got my piece posted up there.
Oct 17th 2003
261
marmari
Oct 17th 2003
262
your name is up there =X
Oct 18th 2003
264
Hey?!!! Good idea!
Oct 27th 2003
283
Thank You!!!
Oct 31st 2003
310

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1. "Robynwildchild"
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-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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robynwildchild
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65. "the basics (to start)"
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Thu Oct-02-03 07:19 AM

  

          

((i'm first?)) (damn how dat happen!!)

Name: Robyn (i.e. sexy, trouble, cradle, rob, ribbon, ruben, crackhead)
Local: Philadelphia (hailing from the outter sticks of Pittsburgh)
Age: 26
Personal Info: not your average white gurl. i've been scribbling for years but OKP has given me a direction/purpose for it. my own life and trials via the inability to release pain and confusion is what propelled me to write. my sister used to read cd lyrics 2 me.

i like laughter, gossip, football, makeup, sexuality, music music music (all and any) gettin my drink on, boys boys boys (maaaaad flirt), sincerety, beauty, art, paiting, drawing, i guess i was just born artistic.... sunny days and free time!

oh, and i'll get back to you ezz with my poemstuff... (girl this is awesome!!!)

~~~~~~~~ luv R.
https://www.facebook.com/robyn.wildchild12
psycho.
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robynwildchild
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88. "college love"
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love is love
while i reminisce in the history in the mist
of crazy nights
and emotions so strong
a sexual high and my first truth to be told
it had a strong hold and a psychic connection
my heart wouldn't let go as i cried after you left
explaining that it was you and not me
that i wasn't ready for this
relationship
my heart was a bouy waiting for you
and they didn't understand
no one i wanted to have listen to my pain
indignant and alone
i drew words that sang songs of heart ache with your name scribbled inbetween the lines
i sang songs of ours that made me cry a thousand times
and i sank into myself so deep it hurt me physically
and i left this great city of philadelphia
defeated and alone
rejected without a home
to find what really matters most...
real friends and people who understand
that love is love
no matter what you get yourself into
and yet there are still days
when my heart wanders back into the memories of us
and what it meant
what we could have been
and how well i felt for the first time
love


~~~~~~~~ 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

  

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Natalie
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89. "peace, girl..."
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robyn, i really like the lines here below the most:

>to find what really matters most...
>real friends and people who understand
>that love is love
>no matter what you get yourself into

it's not always that ppl realise that "love is love" no matter what and you can't change it no matter what happens.
also, there is a flow to this that left me feeling good vibes and kinda nodding along...mellow even with the head nod...

keep coming and growing, chica.

peace,

n.

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

"I'm a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket and I'm waiting for my rocket to come." - Jason Mraz

"Conformity is the refuge of a stagnant mind."

  

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paperdollpoet
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118. "RE: college love"
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>and i sank into myself so deep it hurt me physically

that one line holds so much emotion. to me..thats where the poem is.


paper(breathe)beenfly(breathe)dollpoet
---
"a blk man don't have no business in an army
that he ain't fighting with
but fighting for
purple hearts that dangle from dead niggas
ain't revolutionary
cause you died as an enemy"
- doll




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125. "RE: college love"
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ohh, thats touching!
im glad it turned out ok .....but reading this bought back all the wounds of break-ups with first love....very real, thankyou for putting your experiences on the line, so the rest of us can relive our personal heart break in your hurt!

  

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gsquared
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174. "RE: college love"
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...a familair refrain, nicely said....



"The Hiphop community exists as an international culture of consciousness that provides all races, tribes, religions, and styles of people, a foundation for the communication of their best ideas and works. Hiphop Kulture is united as one multi-skilled, multi-cultural, multi-faith, multi-racial people, committed to the establishment and the development of peace."

--Hiphop declaration of peace, Temple of Hiphop





http://www.GaryPatrickGarry.com

"I'm stalling in flight
Hovering over horizons
Waiting for night"

"My turn to speak in tongues"
--Photosynthesis

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

  

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robynwildchild
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184. "Art"
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The illusions fall flat on their face
inspired then discarded
I can't get past the facade that keeps me so guarded
Those constructive installations created by all the exhibitions
hang cluttered in one part of my mind
in a room without a window or shade of light
The optimist turns its face around
to destroy the clown and create the frown
the smile quickly slinks away
all hope is slippin
the clock is drippin red
the negative thoughts run throughout my head
as if it were a playground for the dead
That feeling that nothing i render will ever win
i'm seeing all my quirks fade in
those paintings so avidly painted
colorful spontaneous inks
the contour of your smile will always seem so worth the wild
this essence lingers in me for a while
then is lost lost lost
torn and twisted
stitched and blistered
to reminisce in past art leads
leads the room to slipt apart in dark perception
i want to paint myself a different picture
but i can't seem to pick up the brush
in just one thought the visions hush
all the impossible perfections
haven't a direction
in the negative space of creation
without the temptation of hope

will i force myself out on a limb to you
only to hear it crack, then break?

~~~~~~~~ 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."
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KnowOne
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286. "RE: Art"
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Perfect way to end it:

>will i force myself out on a limb to you
>only to hear it crack, then break?


Keep Flowin' Sis'..........

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

IG: KnowOne215 | PS+ ID: KnowOne215

  

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Ezzsential
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2. "Chaste Souls"
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Wed Oct-01-03 05:08 AM

  

          

-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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Ezzsential
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3. "Mindful"
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-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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62. "who is mindful?"
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Thu Oct-02-03 04:18 AM

  

          

Name: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Location: Gawgia
Age: 23
Website/audios/pics: http://sadlymstaken.diaryland.com
Personal Info: (ethnicity, writing style, favorite things,
Who or what inspired you to write, etc): ahem.. Black (I'd mention what others make up my blend, but what would that matter?).. writing style: hmm, I usually write what's on my heart now, moreso than what's on my mind; I'm more of a storyteller with my words, or.. I usually write from other's perspectives with a hint of me in the piece somewhere.....What inspires me to write? Anything that makes me think moreso than I'd care to is inspiration enough for me.

Enough

I tried to love you
like the sun waiting
to be shown on
sunday mornings... wanted
to bless you everyday
with phrases such as: "I love you
baby, to the moon and back," "I love you
now more than ever," and "I'll love you
even when everyone else has given up
on you." But... you took my hand
and scribbled "negative" on your heart
to negate anything positive
I brought your way.
Shit... *pauses* I can
remember us ridin' around,
holding hands, whispering good sounds
into each other's ears... 'Member us
trying to be grown. 'Member wanting not
to be like our parents, and
alas... we are more like them
than we can see.
I love you still.
No more of us, cuz we're
2 different. No more of us
cuz there are other tendencies
easing up the small of my
back and they no longer
require you to soothe them.
No more of us "agreeing to
disagree."
I know when I've had enough,
and today is one of those
days.
*kisses your troubles away*
*walks out door*
We were nothing more
but high school sweethearts
trying to hold on to
high school sweetheart status.

©Tremaine L. Loadholt





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I used to for the .
.

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

  

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gsquared
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80. "RE: who is mindful?"
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..I liked the piece alot....



"The Hiphop community exists as an international culture of consciousness that provides all races, tribes, religions, and styles of people, a foundation for the communication of their best ideas and works. Hiphop Kulture is united as one multi-skilled, multi-cultural, multi-faith, multi-racial people, committed to the establishment and the development of peace."

--Hiphop declaration of peace, Temple of Hiphop





http://www.GaryPatrickGarry.com

"I'm stalling in flight
Hovering over horizons
Waiting for night"

"My turn to speak in tongues"
--Photosynthesis

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

  

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delrica
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86. "RE: who is mindful?"
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this was my line right here

"We were nothing more but high school sweethearts trying to hold on to high school sweetheart status."

nice ending to a wonderful piece.

----------------------
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"

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119. "RE: who is mindful?"
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>'Member wanting not
to be like our parents, and
alas... we are more like them
than we can see.


some times the truth sneaks up on ya.


paperdollypartonofpoets
---
"a blk man don't have no business in an army
that he ain't fighting with
but fighting for
purple hearts that dangle from dead niggas
ain't revolutionary
cause you died as an enemy"
- doll




www.sheflypaper.com

  

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Dominicana
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206. "RE: who is mindful?"
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at first i thought that i couldn't find the right words to respond to this but that changed....

this is definitely a letting go poem & it's a wonderful one! there's something about it that's so familiar...it feels like something i've been through before.... like it's my life but the names have been changed. it's letting go, but it's a comfortable departure.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
breathe.
smile.
live.
be thankful.
give back.

i'd rather not let my heart survive the rest of its life with half-filled emotions.

  

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OrangeLoni
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212. "who is mindful?"
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i read this when you first put it up... thought i should respond to show my love but i couldn't find the words to describe how i feel about the piece.

you have this honesty that i love... this very "this is how it is" ness to your words.

peace

*********

Not everything is as difficult as you want to make it.

I have changed my AIM if you want to say Hi click on my orange man

  

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Natalie
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228. "RE: who is mindful?"
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girl, i've not been able to respond to this one...it's the last part about sweetheart status...i get it, i do...i just know some who have made it last...but it really is a beautifully constructed and worded piece. thank you for sharing.

peace,

n.

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

"I'm a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket and I'm waiting for my rocket to come." - Jason Mraz

"Conformity is the refuge of a stagnant mind."

  

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267. "RE: who is mindful?"
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I read this awhile back -- But I had to step away from it cuz it hit too close to home! -- *sigh*

All I can say is -- *FELT IT* -- And as usual, I love your writing style & content!


Please 4~give the delayed reaction -- I be stuck on stupid sometimes! -- *chuckles*

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

  

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mindful
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268. "thanks 4 reading u guys nm"
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I was never because I
never myself how to swim
in holy water. ©Aeon

got new .

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284. "i hear your voice"
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as i read this.

good choice. i think it encapsulates much of your experience to date.

---i'm here---

"...do what scares you..." -- l. varela

  

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287. "RE: who is mindful?"
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nice....very nice....we want MORE! lol

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76. "RE: Mindful"
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some people get a thrill of that "could die" feeling
some people like that "my life in this other persons hands" feeling

me? I just like choking bitches.

-desus

some people get a thrill of that "could die" feeling
some people like that "my life in this other persons hands" feeling

me? I just like choking bitches.

-desus

  

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4. "Photosynthesis"
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-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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69. "RE: Photosynthesis"
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You are such a sweetheart Ezzy -- And your efforts & time spent on this lil' project is most appreciated! -- (((THANK YOU SO MUCH)))


Name: Ginger
Location: San Antonio, TX
Age: Over a quarter of a century (28) -- Fixxin' to be 29 on the 21st of THIS month
Website/audios/pics: NoNe
Personal Info: I'mmma "Heinz 57" combination of aaiirrythang -- But the nationality I claim is BLACK -- (African~American) -- My writing style varies depending on my mood -- But I think I write "abstract" ish more than anything -- (At least it looks abstract to me!) -- ;^) -- My favorite things are those things that put a *smile* on my face: *Knowing* & Loving my soulmate -- Angel Food Cake with strawberries and whipped cream on top -- Reading poetry that touches my heart with joy & laughter -- (Either humorous or heartfelt & sweet) -- Being tickled under my neck -- (especially with kisses) -- Teddy Bears, Lions, Angels & Elephants -- (I collect them) -- Thatz enuff~Thatz enuff! -- I'm inspired to write by "LIFE" and by other poets.


See Below For My Poetic Insanity! -- ;^)


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

  

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Ezzsential
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103. "lol awwww photo, this was exceptionally cute"
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I feel like pinchin your cheex girl hehe..

and thanx for the love

-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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PhotoSynthesis
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72. "Momma Said: "Love Thyself First"!"
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Momma said love thyself first --

Thirst
For knowledge of self
Get to know what makes YOU tick
Stay true to self
Learn to avoid those who make you sick
Beat them away with a "Tough Love" stick
Become a magnet that attracts what you like (or love)
And above all -- Enjoy your OWN company
Sometimes, being by yourself doesn't have to equate to being L~O~N~E~L~Y
If only you learn to love yourself

I heard momma
But I wasn't really *listening* til' I turned 23
The reality of knowing & loving ME took awhile
Cuz I was too busy tryna git in where I fit it with a *wink* & a *smile*
But after being hurt & disappointed a few times
(In friendships & in love) -- thru iLL reasons & rhymes
I started to understand
So I found myself reaching out for my OWN damn hand
Shaking it in agreement that Me ~ Myself ~&~ I were hella good company
"We" were smart -- "We" were pretty -- And "We" held a kinetic key
That opened doors to communication -- And moved positive energy

I began to see ME as someone *Special* & complete
I began enjoying WHO I was from my head down to my feet
So I didn't really NEED anyone to complete me
And I damn sho' didn't need anyone to supress or defeat me
I was already WHOLE & complete
But I did WANT someone to help polish & perfect who I was
As a person -- As a woman -- As a spiritual being
I had to open up my third eye -- Cuz in my youth, I wasn't seeing

I see now tho! -- ;^)


I see me -- Loving ME -- For all eternity!

And I see me -- LOVING "Him" too! -- (My SoulMate)


And I see that momma knew what she was talkin' 'bout from da git go! -- *sheesh*


Momma also said -- A hard head makes for a soft ass! -- *chuckles*


Damn, I LOVE MY MOMMA! -- *smiles*



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

  

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81. "RE: Momma Said: "Love Thyself First"!"
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...ah that's nice....




"The Hiphop community exists as an international culture of consciousness that provides all races, tribes, religions, and styles of people, a foundation for the communication of their best ideas and works. Hiphop Kulture is united as one multi-skilled, multi-cultural, multi-faith, multi-racial people, committed to the establishment and the development of peace."

--Hiphop declaration of peace, Temple of Hiphop





http://www.GaryPatrickGarry.com

"I'm stalling in flight
Hovering over horizons
Waiting for night"

"My turn to speak in tongues"
--Photosynthesis

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104. "RE: Momma Said: "Love Thyself First"!"
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>Become a magnet that attracts what you like (or love)
>And above all -- Enjoy your OWN company
>Sometimes, being by yourself doesn't have to equate to being
> L~O~N~E~L~Y
>If only you learn to love yourself
>
>But after being hurt & disappointed a few times
>(In friendships & in love) -- thru iLL reasons & rhymes
>I started to understand
>So I found myself reaching out for my OWN damn hand
>Shaking it in agreement that Me ~ Myself ~&~ I were hella
>good company
>"We" were smart -- "We" were pretty -- And "We" held a
>kinetic key
>That opened doors to communication -- And moved positive
>energy
>
>And I damn sho' didn't need anyone to supress or defeat me
>I was already WHOLE & complete
>But I did WANT someone to help polish & perfect who I was
>As a person -- As a woman -- As a spiritual being
>I had to open up my third eye -- Cuz in my youth, I wasn't
>seeing
>
>I see now tho! -- ;^)

i can mos def relate to alot here... it was refreshing to hear someone put it into words.
thanx photo!

-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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slicklyric
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126. "RE: Momma Said: "Love Thyself First"!"
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this was hella good, for the truth, the message, the sparkle in your writing, your one talented sis!...i love your strong, female voice-hey anytime you wanna pass on any other righteous messages, just hit me up!

  

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MiracleRic
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138. "RE: Momma Said: "Love Thyself First"!"
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i love me some photo yo, this is a lovely piece, it speaks to me, still learning about me actually, but these words were stated in a wonderful voice, im feelin it

Let me sport my Air Hyperbole 2010s in peace. (c) ansomble

Building repetoires (c) spm since 1983

  

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144. "RE: Momma Said: "Love Thyself First"!"
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yeah nanny dun good... nanny dun real good.

awaken your inner angelou already!



~~~~~~~~~~~~
Gotta Hotter Ink Blotter
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Nowachaoticthing
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152. "RE: Momma Said: "Love Thyself First"!"
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I'm lovin this... nothing like the power of "Me".

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

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UntitledThought
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157. "RE: Momma Said: "Love Thyself First"!"
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ah...this was beautiful...

=o)

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'it's like i'm
fightin for freedom, writin for freedom...' -Common

'God opposes the proud but gives grace to the humble.'

James 4:6

  

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mindful
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208. "ur mom shoulda told my mom a thing or two"
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because i was never taught about love and lives and life.. my mom was too busy being with men to pay me any attention:

Sometimes, being by yourself doesn't have to equate to being L~O~N~E~L~Y
If only you learn to love yourself

I heard momma
But I wasn't really *listening* til' I turned 23
The reality of knowing & loving ME took awhile
Cuz I was too busy tryna git in where I fit it with a *wink* & a *smile*
But after being hurt & disappointed a few times
(In friendships & in love) -- thru iLL reasons & rhymes
I started to understand



and I'm 23.. it's like I read... the present stage I'm at on screen from someone else... I dig this Photo.. Peace~


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I used to for the .
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Natalie
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229. "RE: Momma Said: "Love Thyself First"!"
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now, photo, u know me and how i reply (serious lag time!), but enough of that. i really value the wisdom in this piece, now, as much as the first time i heard all these things elsewhere and as when you first posted. keep shining on us and spreading wisdom.

peace,

n.

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

"I'm a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket and I'm waiting for my rocket to come." - Jason Mraz

"Conformity is the refuge of a stagnant mind."

  

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110. "( ( ( I LOVE U ) ) )"
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We say "it" everyday
So those feelings don't go away
I feel the swirls & curves of love
Deeply imbedded in the grooves of your voice
Playing back in echoes with a familiar ring of resilience
Over time the words are bonded with an everlasting brilliance
So my *smile* shines when you say those words to me
And your day unwinds when I whisper the reality
Of how my heart beats in increments of three -- (((I LOVE YOU's)))
With all my soul -- With all my mind -- With all my heart
My LionKing -- My PoetryMan -- My Honey Bee Work of Art
You stung me first with your sweet honey lust
But I trust that the dust of time will keep our LOVE flowing like vintaged red wine

Roses are Red -- Violets are Blue
I'll be old & grey -- Still whisperin' in ya ear: (((I LOVE U)))



You already *KNOW* -- Pantheraleo -- *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 ♥

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

  

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slicklyric
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132. "RE: ( ( ( I LOVE U ) ) )"
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umm, has *he* seen this???....ahh LOVEly!

  

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PantheraLeo
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142. "(Pho(to ( I LOVE U )Syn)thesis)"
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*HB*

Where have I heard this before???

oh yeah... before before even...

been a theme song of mine ever since.

you are something else.

~~~~~~~~~~~~
Gotta Hotter Ink Blotter
~~~~~~~~~~~~

  

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Nowachaoticthing
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153. "RE: ( ( ( I LOVE U ) ) )"
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This was very sweet. Whoever this was directed to is a lucky fellow.

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

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KnowOne
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288. "RE: ( ( ( I LOVE U ) ) )"
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Awwww.....this is sweet.

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5. "HottLykeFiyah"
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-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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HottLykeFiyah
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99. "i'm late."
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somebody shlda inboxed my slow ass.

anywho-

Name:
Location:
Age:
Website/audios/pics:
Personal Info: (ethnicity, writing style, favorite things,
Who or what inspired you to write, etc)


i'm tracy. i'm 21 & from louisville, kentucky. i don't have a webpage & i look like .

umm... i'm black. im left handed. im in school studying english & women's studies. i like purple & penguins. i'd love a purple penguin. & im really bad & introductions, so im done.

i'll be back w/ a piece hopefully in a day or two. i got writer's block somthin terrible (

but i'm a hater, tho

  

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168. "nice pic, girl. and thanx."
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-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!
peep my lil' page (pic) http://www.webspawner.com/users/delicateaurasoul/index.html

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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Trace
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260. "swell."
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i can't remember where the sun was in the sky when i discovered him lying there. whatever reds or oranges, yellows, pinks, or purples staining the horizon outside were shielded by the curtains drawn tightly closed, teasing each other at the edges & casting a dim film of mystery across the room. the air was uneasy, his breathing slow & slightly labored. i was moved to worry until i noticed him hiding himself, all to no avail. even thru the slight shadows of the room i saw him curled upwards, tight against his stomach, just past his navel.

every skinny little limb he had was forgiven in this space.

i pretended not to notice.

i pretended, too, not to notice the swelling of his lips, flushed and forced into an embarrassed pout. my own mouth began to water at the sight of his bottom lip, freshly licked & parted a bit from the top just enough for his tongue, rushed w/ a shade of pink i'd never seen before, to look out at me. i bit my lip to hide the secret that i had a pair of lips that matched his perfectly--warm. wet. swollen to a pretty pinky-brown.

i walked to the window and moved to thrust open the curtains.

'no!!'

what? what's wrong w/ u?

'nothing. don't open them?' it was more a plea than a demand or request.

but baby, it's dark in here.. i want to see you.

'wait'

let me see you..

...i didn't want to see him. i didn't need to; i cld feel him enough in the air to know his body--he was laying on his back, right leg cocked, left extended. 2 pillows behind his head. both hands covering the thick coil of flesh pressed against his navel. having grown bored w/ the curtain game i walked over to the bed, sat next to him & whispered to him, thick-tongued and teasing

i see you...

and then we proceeded to set the air w/ a blaze that wld shame the sun; w/ locked hands we painted that dark room w/ the lie of sunshine and beckoned morning sing to our symphony of sweet sighs and x-rated love language.

evrything was wet. the air dripped so w/ our high-pitched professions that it summoned breezes to spit them out into the dampness of the walls. the curtains became unruly waterfalls, the floor a raging rapid that we contradicted w/ smooth, fluid strokes of our own. in those hrs we came rivers that wld extinguish the sun-

and after the deluge, we lay waterlogged against each other, gasping for breath, wearing each other like sweaters to guard against the chill of dryin sweat hidden in the flushed brown folds of our skin.

every swelling went down except for one.

i took his hand, pressed it firm against my chest & kissed his in the same spot.

'i love you'

i love you, too.

____________________
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HottLykeFiyah
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263. "im such a dork. ^that's me. forgot to change names."
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but i'm a hater, tho.

but i'm a hater, tho

  

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266. "Ok...touche..."
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=========================================
"...you cant sugarcoat sugar motherfucker" - Ghostpimp

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FLASH!!

  

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289. "*fans self*"
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whew......thats some steamy stuff.

lol


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6. "Mara"
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-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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name: Johna
location: Houston
age: 19
ethnicity: black
writing style: I don't have one
favorite things: Okay Player, my cds, my words

Who or what inspired you to write? I was inspired to write poetry by my suppressed feelings during adolesence

*I'm hella hella sexy*

  

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Natalie
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250. "Finally!"
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Good to see you at last and beautiful piece "Good Morning" is. What took you so long? Hope life is treating you well.

Bless,

N.

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"I'm a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket and I'm waiting for my rocket to come." - Jason Mraz

"Conformity is the refuge of a stagnant mind."

  

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mara
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256. "aww"
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I've been mad busy. I work one job in the mornings, another in the evenings, and school in-between. When I get home I'm really tired and I haven't been able to write. I felt a little pressured to write something for the Female Collab but the work I want to display isn't ready. I still wanted to show some support so I submitted this one. It's something I wrote a few months ago for Lik which I feel is appropriate considering the subject matter. I'm glad you like it and it's really sweet that you were checking for me. You are much appreciated Ms. Natalie.

*I'm hella hella sexy*

  

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mara
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248. "Good Morning"
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-To the individual I adore

Essentially ten hours into the new day
Your head gently rested upon my chest
Capture the energy of my inner most
Allow Billie's "Summertime" serenade to awaken you
Draw the morning air into your lungs
Indulge in the solace of my warmth
The sentiment animate in me is authentic
I'm your keeper, security's in my embrace
"shhh"
Utter no words, my caress'll soothe you
The fresh day will thoroughly cleanse you
My delicate, compassionate lover, my flawless muse
Who inspires me to inscribe beautiful poetry
Person that possesses a preeminent position; King
Be amused by the early, luminous sun
Take hiatus from distress in my nest
Your idle nature will not be interrupted
"rest"

*I'm hella hella sexy*

  

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290. "RE: Good Morning"
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>Draw the morning air into your lungs
>Indulge in the solace of my warmth
>The sentiment animate in me is authentic
>I'm your keeper, security's in my embrace

Thats the best feeling in the world. This was peace.

Keep FLowin' Sis'......

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

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Ezzsential
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7. "HEBREW_HONEY"
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-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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HEBREW_HONEY
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61. "RE: HEBREW_HONEY"
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Thu Oct-02-03 03:46 AM

  

          

This is Hot...I'm going to have to come back though after i work on somethings. I will introduce myself though.

I'm Chaz
24 years young
live in Ohio
Got 1 son who is 4 named Rakim Quran
My Hobbies our making music and working with children in the community
Here is my old BP page but it has pics...

http://member-services.blackplanet.com/Members/MyPage/personalpage_preview.html

That's about enough...lol...I love it on OKP though, i look forward to ceeing what everyones gonna drop. Make it hot Ladies!

And BIG, BIG Up to Ezzsential for the ideas! Much love to ya!

Know Thyself and surroundings to better understand things non-existing and existing, unseen and the seen in order to be able to deal Equality(Equally with all things in life)...Be True to U!

RIGHTEOUS SOULS
Soul Cleansing MuSiCk...LiSing
http://www.i

  

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HEBREW_HONEY
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172. "HEBREW_HONEY on Love"
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Real Love

Making

Preparing for the experience of the U N I Verse
Making ONE
For Wisdom culture hours the aphrodisiac marinates
In natural fruits and juices, dietary, supplemented by
Red Raspberry, Pineapples and Dandelions for the Lioness
She intakes and the taste of her is as sweet as Honey
Or fresh as ripe Watermelons
Her aroma should not secrete the toxins of raw foods
For she is the fruit and her loins should sense as such
Love making should be a unifying and purifying experience
In her Divine Temple she shall grant you her most Divine Love
When you enter the Temple Walls she should transform you and renew you
When you enter her gate you shall find peace
For if she is one with herself and the universe she can provide you Pure Love
For her mate shall provide the same
He should be detoxed with lots of water
For it is essential
No dairy, no meats, he should also be purified
So the taste of him is as good and satisfying as coconut juice
The Two intertwined, as one should be a divine experience
For he is designed for her Sacred Garden
He shall enter into her Great Temple Walls
As he comes with a Scepter of Transformation
Bringing Balance and High Direction
His coming to her shall bare her gifts of deep beauty and warmth
Protection and Peace
In this moment of unity there should be no ill thoughts
For that energy can be transferred
This type of lovemaking is only for those souls connected through energy
Allowing the Two to explore this heavenly Galaxy as ONE
Traveling through many pylons and doorways to arrive at the shore
Of that vast ocean of bliss, as you ride on that Great River together
An inner explosion occurs and the Heavenly Gates open within you
Ushering a Oneness upon you
Remember that moment of stillness
The rhythm of sanity and tranquility
Absorbing the Oneness into your internal for healing
This union when Pure in Heart, Mind and Body it is a Gift that beams
From the Creator to you, be fruitful and Love Supreme…


Know Thyself and surroundings to better understand things non-existing and existing, unseen and the seen in order to be able to deal Equality(Equally with all things in life)...Be True to U!

RIGHTEOUS SOULS
Soul Cleansing MuSiCk...LiSing
http://www.i

  

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173. "Thas' My Gyrl --"
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Spittin' Love & Wisdom @ the same time! -- *No Doubt*

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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240. "Rakim Quran..."
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...what a beautiful and powerful name. Yr gift for words will life on through your son, everytime he signs his signature.

peace Hebrew,
-Tp

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Ezzsential
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8. "Dominicana"
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-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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Dominicana
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196. "i am"
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Name: Zulay M. Santana
Location: Nu Yawk Babey!!!!!!!!!!!
Age: 23
Website/audios/pics: working on it
Personal Info:
As you can see by the name, I'm Domincan although noone ever thinks it *lol*. I live in the Bronx and i'm working on my B.A. in International Marketing (I CANNOT WAIT TO BE DONE!).

As far as my writing style, I really can't define it. I think that as writers/poets we all go through expressive moods and in my case my pieces always reflect that in their styles. Sometimes I write in a very choppy and blunt style and sometimes I just want to flow as softly as possible. Recently, I've been trying to work on stronger imagery... I think that we have incredible abilities to express and define emotions but how often do we paint a movie like picture with a piece from beginning to end? So that's what I've been trying to work on. One thing that I do notice about myself though, I make a lot of references to nature- trees, sun, winds, air, rain, the body.

I'm a bit disappointed to say it, but men have been the catalyst for the majority of my pieces. I write about love more than anything. I write about the person I'm with at the moment and sometimes a former relationship and sometimes what I think the future may hold. I do have pieces where I've concentrated on life and concerns, relationships (other than intimate), and my community. It's a double-edged sword of sorts. I'm glad that I have so much emotion that I can write a piece and be pleased with it but at the same time I wish that I had other things in my life affect me to the degree that men and love have. Both are significantly powerful though I've come to find and not just with me.

I'll be back to offer my piece(s). Thanks for this Ezzential!

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breathe.
smile.
live.
be thankful.
give back.

i'd rather not let my heart survive the rest of its life with half-filled emotions.

  

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Dominicana
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200. "'99"
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i would walk away and he would say "wait! we're not done talking"
he would always say that...
as if i couldn't read every single one of his thoughts from his kisses or his held back tears
but i would indulge him & stay
i would listen to his words and breathe in his sorrow
(b/c after all i had magical powers to make them disappear)
this was a cycle- the argument, the extended moment of silence,
the yearned for kiss, the hug and then the talk- in reality it was the same conversation with different words
attached to it; we would share i love you's and i'm sorry's and i missed you's- and then
a few days, weeks or short months later
the inevitable would happen
he would not call or i would say something tactless
(as i tend to do when i'm mad... it's my nature)
and we stop communcation
then after the seasons would come and go, new loves would come and cum and go,
he would call me or it would call him
and it would start again
& everytime it would be more intense:
it was no longer i love you it was I FUCKING LOVE YOU SO MUCH,
i miss you became I NEED TO SEE YOU
i thought about you last night was replaced with I COULDN'T SLEEP LAST NIGHT THINKING ABOUT ALL THE SHIT YOU DID & DIDN'T SAY
walk away/walk back, turn away/turn back, dismiss/embrace
& everyone asks "why do you continue to go back?"
& i answer them telling them that there's always
I LOVE YOU
I LOVE YOU
I LOVE YOU
I NEED YOU
I NEED YOU
I NEED YOU
I WANT YOU
I WANT YOU
I WANT YOU
YOU...ARE...A...PART...OF...ME...
& because noone (other than him) has ever been able to make the room disappear when they kiss me
it all started in '99 and it's still going on
but at the same time it's not.
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more to come


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breathe.
smile.
live.
be thankful.
give back.

i'd rather not let my heart survive the rest of its life with half-filled emotions.

  

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Natalie
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201. "i'm glad you're here"
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hi lady,

i'm glad you are posting. been waiting and waiting. call me a silent fan i like this post. it's not as measured as all your others i've seen, more unrehearsed almost (though there's a structure there) and i like that 'cause it makes the sentiments, images, and arguments that much more valued.

peace,

n.

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"I'm a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket and I'm waiting for my rocket to come." - Jason Mraz

"Conformity is the refuge of a stagnant mind."

  

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Dominicana
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204. "oh wow...."
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i didn't know i had a fan. thank you so much for looking forward to my pieces and for REALLY reading them. and thank you for your words of encouragement. this made me SMILE & it meant a lot especially since i'm always so nervous my writing.


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breathe.
smile.
live.
be thankful.
give back.

i'd rather not let my heart survive the rest of its life with half-filled emotions.

  

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Natalie
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230. "RE: oh wow...."
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you are a gem! but doesn't the sharing of your writing get easier, bit by bit, over time? smile! keep sharing with us 'cause you write beautifully and deeply.

peace,

n.

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"I'm a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket and I'm waiting for my rocket to come." - Jason Mraz

"Conformity is the refuge of a stagnant mind."

  

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207. "u know what Imma type.. fuck him (c) rgv"
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but... at the same time... it's like.. all you wanna do... is.. fuck him... I know.. u know what I'm typing my dear, sweet, and loved friend.


i would listen to his words and breathe in his sorrow
(b/c after all i had magical powers to make them disappear)
this was a cycle- the argument, the extended moment of silence,
the yearned for kiss, the hug and then the talk- in reality it was the same conversation with different words
attached to it; we would share i love you's and i'm sorry's and i missed you's- and then
a few days, weeks or short months later
the inevitable would happen
he would not call or i would say something tactless
(as i tend to do when i'm mad... it's my nature)
and we stop communcation
then after the seasons would come and go, new loves would come and cum and go,

so yeah.. I meant to tell you how blessed you are... you know. because you make words smile.. and I'm glad you finally posted. Peace~




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I used to for the .
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http://meetmsmindful.wordpress.com
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http://evan-roth.com/grey.php

  

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Dominicana
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209. "yep!"
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sometimes all i want to say is "FUCK HIM!" but then all i want to do is fuck him & i know that i wouldn't find anyone that i want to fuck like i do him.

you said that i make words smile & it damn near made me cry. i definitely don't see myself as having such a capability but thank you so very much. not just for saying that, but for being a friend, and listening, and laughing with me (or at me), and for making me smile and for making me feel blessed. you're the best!

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breathe.
smile.
live.
be thankful.
give back.

i'd rather not let my heart survive the rest of its life with half-filled emotions.

  

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mindful
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210. "u don't have to thank me"
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*winks*

reciprocity is something i definitely admire.. and u reciprocate.. so i admire you. no thanks needed.




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9. "Mystic_Elixir"
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-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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Mystic_Elixir
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216. "I AM WOMBMAN"
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1) Name: a word or symbol used in logic to designate an entity, the one given this entity at birth was Janelle Marie Dukes. Janelle means God is gracious, Marie means bitter sea, and Dukes is a title of nobility. God was gracious in giving me life, beauty, exceptional talent and love beyond description. A large portion of my life has been a bitter sea with huge waves and a dreadful undertow, but through it all, God was gracious and brought me out of it and into a state of near perfection (a large part of that perfection is my new name “Segarra” and the new little life that now carries that name as well, and of course the divine archetype who granted us both permission to wear it) where I could fulfill my title of nobility, and that is my daily striving, to render myself a noble and honorable student and teacher in this quest.

2) Location: A position or site occupied or available for occupancy or marked by some distinguishing feature. A tract of land designated for a purpose. The soft textured canvas of my being. My sweet physical landscape, a sepia flower with soft petals and the most inebriating aroma, this is I. I am located at the core of femininity and the base of the defining line of “woman”. I have always been located deep within the sweet confines of my own mind. I live more so on the inside rather than the outer realms, I always have. I’ve never been one given much to the idea of a shared space, or a communal life, not on a grand scale at least. I like the temperature of my mind, and the décor. I do come out of sequester, but I would much rather invite you in and let you lock yourself into the warmth, wrap yourself in the soft golden hues that blanket my body, let the melody of my mystic elixir envelop your desires. I’ll invite you to help yourself to the fridge, there are plenty of ideologies there to mull over, and the cabinets are full of thoughts and feelings. We can share a warm cup of philosophy and discuss the outer realms and how we’d much rather be inside, and how they’d much rather be inside also, they just don’t know how. My body, this vessel is the site occupied by the spirit of true art, the art of life and love. My distinguishing feature is my richness, my fullness, my wholeness, and my knowledge of self. My beauty is remarkable it covers and stretches the entire geographical span of me. I am located at the center of everything; I am the beginning of all things, the life giver, the teacher, the nurturer, woman. WOMBMAN.

3) Age: the length of an existence extending from the beginning to any given time. The beginning of my length of existence in the contemporary sense would be the fourth of November, nineteen hundred and seventy five. However, I am bigger than time, beyond time, eternal. I am the connective tissue holding the hands of the beginning and the end. In my twenty-eight years I have learned that years are nothing but labels placed on a free element in order to contain it’s strength, much like “Black”. I shall never age, I shall grow in wisdom and expand in intellect, but I shall never age.

4) My Website and audio are in the making, pictures are coming soon.

5) Personal Info: a) Ethnicity: A mix of Irish, Portuguese, St. Lucian and Bahamian, but you can call me Brown Skin Lady. B) Writing Style: my writing style has been likened over the years to that of Alice Walker, Toni Morrison, Saul Williams and Emily Dickinson. When it comes to the actual technicalities of the art of poetry, any “real” writer knows that there are actual “rules” to writing, which translates to writing style, such as the Haiku, the Pantoum, the Sestina, the Villanelle, and the Sonnet; however, few of us exercise these rules or techniques to any real degree. We tend to write with our own natural rhythmic flow, which is not at all a bad thing, as long as we don’t completely neglect the application of these writing commandments. The rawness of a free flow with out structure is a beautiful thing as well. C) Who, or what inspired you to write: My original inspiration was natural, more like a calling if you will. My current fuel for continual inspirations are other authors, Fyodor Dostoevsky- an excellent Russian novelist, Emily Dickinson, Alice Walker who coined the word “Womanism” as the new face of feminism for brown women. Toni Morrison, Saul Williams, Jessica Care Moore, and that doesn’t even scratch the surface. I write about love, life, politics etc…. my writing comes from pure emotion, which is then infused with intellectual enhancements.





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_______closing remarks______

"Rituals are important. Nowadays it's hip not to be married. I'm not interested in being hip" ---John Lennon, in 1980

"There is nothing nobler or more admirable than when two people who see eye to eye keep house as husband and wife, confounding their enemies and delighting their friends" ---Homer, The Odyssey

"No on can make you feel inferior without your consent"--- E. Roosevelt

"If it is the dirty element that gives pleasure to the act of lust, then the dirtier it is, the more pleasurable it is bound to be."
--Marquis De Sade

"It has, moreover, been proven that horror, nastiness, and the frightful are what give pleasure when one fornicates. Beauty is a simple thing; ugliness is the exceptional thing. And firey imaginations, no doubt, always prefer the extraordinary thing to the simple thing."
--Marquis De Sade



"Show me an artist who is not insane, and I will show you a fraud"---Me

"Love is anterior to life
posterior to death
Initial of creation, and
the exponent of breath"--Emily Dickenson

"And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation"--Kahlil Gibran

"I am ashamed
to call this love human
and afraid of God
to call it divine"--Rumi (real name Jalal ad-Din Mohammed Balkhi)

"May I be, forward? Before word, is, intent"--Saul Williams

Mystic: One who experiences mystical union, or direct communion with God or Ulitmate reality.

Elixir: A substance held capable of prolonging life indefinitely (also panacea) a sweetened, alcoholic, medicinal solution... I am


  

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Ezzsential
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217. "((applause))"
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I've never seen such an in-depth description of one's self and I truly appreciate this.
That was poetry right there.... pure titeness .. heh
You have my vote for mod, officially now.
It should be someone who can drop alot of wisdom, intellect, and promote FEMALE STRENGTH and you represent that rather well..
I'm glad you came through... to share with us... truly.


-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!
peep my lil' page (pic) http://www.webspawner.com/users/delicateaurasoul/index.html

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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Mystic_Elixir
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219. "wow, me, moderator?"
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Thank you so much for that Steph! You have the sweetest spirit girl. I'm afraid I haven't been "active" enough to even be considered for moderator however. Several people here don't even know me because I don't post regularly. I'm here, I read a lot of what's posted, but I don't always reply. But thank you for wanting me for that possition... that feels... amazing.

You KNOW I'm mad at you, WHERE is your submission for The Falling Memoirs???? *shakes fist at Stephanie* lol, get in touch with me girl, I really want to see your genius in that book!





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"Rituals are important. Nowadays it's hip not to be married. I'm not interested in being hip" ---John Lennon, in 1980

"There is nothing nobler or more admirable than when two people who see eye to eye keep house as husband and wife, confounding their enemies and delighting their friends" ---Homer, The Odyssey

"No on can make you feel inferior without your consent"--- E. Roosevelt

"If it is the dirty element that gives pleasure to the act of lust, then the dirtier it is, the more pleasurable it is bound to be."
--Marquis De Sade

"It has, moreover, been proven that horror, nastiness, and the frightful are what give pleasure when one fornicates. Beauty is a simple thing; ugliness is the exceptional thing. And firey imaginations, no doubt, always prefer the extraordinary thing to the simple thing."
--Marquis De Sade



"Show me an artist who is not insane, and I will show you a fraud"---Me

"Love is anterior to life
posterior to death
Initial of creation, and
the exponent of breath"--Emily Dickenson

"And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation"--Kahlil Gibran

"I am ashamed
to call this love human
and afraid of God
to call it divine"--Rumi (real name Jalal ad-Din Mohammed Balkhi)

"May I be, forward? Before word, is, intent"--Saul Williams

Mystic: One who experiences mystical union, or direct communion with God or Ulitmate reality.

Elixir: A substance held capable of prolonging life indefinitely (also panacea) a sweetened, alcoholic, medicinal solution... I am


  

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Ezzsential
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220. "oh about that."
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u didnt get my message?

I didnt know where to send it.

anyway *inbox*....



-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!
peep my lil' page (pic) http://www.webspawner.com/users/delicateaurasoul/index.html

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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Mystic_Elixir
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221. "Yeah, I just now saw it. I sent you one."
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_______closing remarks______

"Rituals are important. Nowadays it's hip not to be married. I'm not interested in being hip" ---John Lennon, in 1980

"There is nothing nobler or more admirable than when two people who see eye to eye keep house as husband and wife, confounding their enemies and delighting their friends" ---Homer, The Odyssey

"No on can make you feel inferior without your consent"--- E. Roosevelt

"If it is the dirty element that gives pleasure to the act of lust, then the dirtier it is, the more pleasurable it is bound to be."
--Marquis De Sade

"It has, moreover, been proven that horror, nastiness, and the frightful are what give pleasure when one fornicates. Beauty is a simple thing; ugliness is the exceptional thing. And firey imaginations, no doubt, always prefer the extraordinary thing to the simple thing."
--Marquis De Sade



"Show me an artist who is not insane, and I will show you a fraud"---Me

"Love is anterior to life
posterior to death
Initial of creation, and
the exponent of breath"--Emily Dickenson

"And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation"--Kahlil Gibran

"I am ashamed
to call this love human
and afraid of God
to call it divine"--Rumi (real name Jalal ad-Din Mohammed Balkhi)

"May I be, forward? Before word, is, intent"--Saul Williams

Mystic: One who experiences mystical union, or direct communion with God or Ulitmate reality.

Elixir: A substance held capable of prolonging life indefinitely (also panacea) a sweetened, alcoholic, medicinal solution... I am


  

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delrica
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223. "scorpios represent!"
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go head girl

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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"

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Mystic_Elixir
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225. "We're the best, what can I say! *lol*"
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I didn't realize you were a scorpio girl. you know we get a lot of heat from people who don't really know anything about scorpios, they assume that we embody all the negative asspects associated with scorp's, but they really have no idea.



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_______closing remarks______

"Rituals are important. Nowadays it's hip not to be married. I'm not interested in being hip" ---John Lennon, in 1980

"There is nothing nobler or more admirable than when two people who see eye to eye keep house as husband and wife, confounding their enemies and delighting their friends" ---Homer, The Odyssey

"No on can make you feel inferior without your consent"--- E. Roosevelt

"If it is the dirty element that gives pleasure to the act of lust, then the dirtier it is, the more pleasurable it is bound to be."
--Marquis De Sade

"It has, moreover, been proven that horror, nastiness, and the frightful are what give pleasure when one fornicates. Beauty is a simple thing; ugliness is the exceptional thing. And firey imaginations, no doubt, always prefer the extraordinary thing to the simple thing."
--Marquis De Sade



"Show me an artist who is not insane, and I will show you a fraud"---Me

"Love is anterior to life
posterior to death
Initial of creation, and
the exponent of breath"--Emily Dickenson

"And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation"--Kahlil Gibran

"I am ashamed
to call this love human
and afraid of God
to call it divine"--Rumi (real name Jalal ad-Din Mohammed Balkhi)

"May I be, forward? Before word, is, intent"--Saul Williams

Mystic: One who experiences mystical union, or direct communion with God or Ulitmate reality.

Elixir: A substance held capable of prolonging life indefinitely (also panacea) a sweetened, alcoholic, medicinal solution... I am


  

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Natalie
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232. "heh, heh, heh!"
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scorpios, negative? which negative parts? all i think when i think of them, guys specially, is that mind that's always wandering off into the errogenous mental zone...and the women, always kinda like happy, enigmas...

n.

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"I'm a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket and I'm waiting for my rocket to come." - Jason Mraz

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delrica
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245. "mmmmmmm enigma"
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good word! i knew i liked you for some reason! LOL

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delrica
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244. "RE: We're the best, what can I say! *lol*"
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that and they think they know us by words on a page that may or may not have anything to do with us...but that's neither here or there

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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"

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Natalie
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231. "good to see you mystic."
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where you been relaxing? thanks for sharing about you. very unique and definitely mystic.

peace, segarra.

n.

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"I'm a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket and I'm waiting for my rocket to come." - Jason Mraz

"Conformity is the refuge of a stagnant mind."

  

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Mystic_Elixir
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218. "My Vagina....and yours"
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Sat Oct-11-03 09:21 AM

          

, it is a work of art colored in the most feminine soft pink, it is the perfect poem, it is the most beautiful music. The Vagina gives pleasures of untold magnitude, the Vagina carries the seed to the fertile ground to produce and house and nurture and grow human life, the Vagina opens to bring new life into the world and then goes back to form to continue pleasing her man. She is phenomenal. She should be worshiped.

Love your Vagina.


PLEASE support the cause, until the violence stops!

  

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OrangeLoni
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224. "re: the links"
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after purchasing the vagina monologues i insisted that all my colleagues read at least one extract from the book and bought my boyfriend his own copy.

if they weren't before, they're all exceptional fans of the vagina now.

pom poms and all.

*********

Not everything is as difficult as you want to make it.

I have changed my AIM if you want to say Hi click on my orange man

  

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Mystic_Elixir
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226. "I think it's very revolutionary, I love the vagina mono"
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I haven't read the book however, I need to pick it up, but I did see the show. If you never caught the play, you can rent the video, it's very, very good. Funny and a little painful/thought provoking. I love the vday website, I've been working on writing a piece for the cause and starting up something in my area. I was also thinking about getting further involved and going over seas to see and experience first hand the reality and depth of what we women go through in other countries. I want to help make a difference.





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_______closing remarks______

"Rituals are important. Nowadays it's hip not to be married. I'm not interested in being hip" ---John Lennon, in 1980

"There is nothing nobler or more admirable than when two people who see eye to eye keep house as husband and wife, confounding their enemies and delighting their friends" ---Homer, The Odyssey

"No on can make you feel inferior without your consent"--- E. Roosevelt

"If it is the dirty element that gives pleasure to the act of lust, then the dirtier it is, the more pleasurable it is bound to be."
--Marquis De Sade

"It has, moreover, been proven that horror, nastiness, and the frightful are what give pleasure when one fornicates. Beauty is a simple thing; ugliness is the exceptional thing. And firey imaginations, no doubt, always prefer the extraordinary thing to the simple thing."
--Marquis De Sade



"Show me an artist who is not insane, and I will show you a fraud"---Me

"Love is anterior to life
posterior to death
Initial of creation, and
the exponent of breath"--Emily Dickenson

"And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation"--Kahlil Gibran

"I am ashamed
to call this love human
and afraid of God
to call it divine"--Rumi (real name Jalal ad-Din Mohammed Balkhi)

"May I be, forward? Before word, is, intent"--Saul Williams

Mystic: One who experiences mystical union, or direct communion with God or Ulitmate reality.

Elixir: A substance held capable of prolonging life indefinitely (also panacea) a sweetened, alcoholic, medicinal solution... I am


  

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Natalie
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258. "mystic-loni inspiration"
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when i
learnt to
love my pussy
i discovered
she's a pretty kitty
nice and soft
with pretty fur
to stroke
by hand
or cat licks and sips
that leave her
purrrrrrrrrring
in ecstacy...

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thanks for the pieces, mystic and loni. i'm a monologue fan! once made that a valentines date and he had to endure it, and ended up learning and enjoying

peace,

n.

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

"I'm a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket and I'm waiting for my rocket to come." - Jason Mraz

"Conformity is the refuge of a stagnant mind."

  

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Loni
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278. "excellent! ;) *hugs*"
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[]

dot . dot . dot .

☺ ☺

I guess U know me well, I don't like winter
But I seem 2 get a kick

  

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291. "*no words*"
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*shakes head*


lol

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10. "Orangeloni"
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-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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57. "Hello, it's the Soul"
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Background on Loni

Name: you are welcome to call me Loni, or Ms Loni
Location: UK
Age: 18
Website/pics: see the sig
Personal Info: if you hadn't guessed from my pic, i'm caucasion, i write with a pen or a keyboard, favourite things: My Boy, Jack Daniels, a goooood book.
i started writing about 3 years ago.

The Post- undeniably but apologetically UnLoni-like but i saw my name on this post and came running:


Planting a seed is fun, I mean, maybe it’s not something everyone does but it can be good for the soul, like you accomplished something. You plant it, you nourish it, you wait, you water, you wait, hell, you might even talk to it. And you wait. And some people get bored. I mean really bored. I mean, they get so bored of waiting that they leave that seed in the soil and let it dry out, they never have the patience to see it grow.
But then there are the other guys. The good peoples. They plant, they cover, they water, they wait, they talk, they watch, and they are patient.

*Because if there is one thing that I’ve learnt in my iddy biddy life it’s that nothing came of impatience. You gotta have patience, it’s the best virtue you can have. *

And slowly, something peeps through, it’s small and helpless like a baby and you gotta help that too. And some people don’t want to, some people want it to fend for itself and refuse to feed it, to show it light, to talk, to wait, to give their support to it. *Some people suck.* But other people, they’re cool, they talk and water and smile and give it the best sunlight a sapling ever saw.

*and that’s caring about things, you have to care, but it’s like when an old lady falls down in the street. Do you help her? Or do you keep on walking?*

Then it grows and blossoms and stuff, cute, huh? But you STILL got to nurture it! It’s only knee high, it can’t go it alone, water it, care for it, be patient with it. Some people think this is where their job is done, it’s knee high it can go it alone. And they plant another seed. (some people like to plant more than one at a time though- you gotta be careful with these people) And I betcha, they let that one die too. Sometimes you gotta put some cute fencing around it, help it from the strong winds, pigeons- it’s not nice seeing a tree shit on by pigeons- and parasites and all that.

*maybe that’s an important lesson too, you gotta look after who you care about, don’t molly coddle them, but look after.*

But you know, soon enough your job *will* be done, and you can go out and see it, and it’ll get bigger and bigger and sturdier and really strong- maybe you can take that fencing down and in the good weather you can lean up against it, and it’ll protect you from the bad weather. And you’ll watch it change season after season but it’ll still be the same tree, *your* tree, and maybe after a while seeds will come from that tree, for someone else to plant… and hope they take care of it.





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Not everything is as difficult as you want to make it.

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60. "i needed to hear this."
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thanks for sharing this, loni. it's a beautiful reminder to store with my new outlook "if life gives you lemons, make lemonade"

peace, chica.

n.

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"I'm a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket and I'm waiting for my rocket to come." - Jason Mraz

"Conformity is the refuge of a stagnant mind."

  

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63. "very unLoni like indeed.. but hella good."
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*and that’s caring about things, you have to care, but it’s like when an old lady falls down in the street. Do you help her? Or do you keep on walking?*

I belive you touched on several feelings that I've felt looking at some people who I know fit the prose you've just penned.. It's sad.. It hurts, but... you watch and learn from their mistakes... and... "patience is a virtue." But I like to think, patience is life.




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I used to for the .
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slicklyric
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68. "RE: Hello, it's the Soul"
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i like this, it felt like the comforting voice of an older friend..telling you to plant a seed, and drink lemonade!

  

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Dominicana
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202. "i'm in agreement w/ Natalie"
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i NEEDED to read this. although it's not something i didn't know before... i think that i may have misplaced it somewhere inside my head & i need the reminder. i can seriously say that this is in my top 5 of favorites that i've seen on this board since i got here (& yes i know it's not THAT long) but it was beautiful and calm and inspiring and insightful. like i said, i NEEDED to read this. so Ms. Loni, thank you!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
breathe.
smile.
live.
be thankful.
give back.

i'd rather not let my heart survive the rest of its life with half-filled emotions.

  

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OrangeLoni
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213. "*smiles*"
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all girls all boys all women, men, mothers, fathers, sisters brothers

need to hear some form of this speech.

thank you very much for the compliment, i'll have to sit here now to wait for my head to deflate back to normal

*********

Not everything is as difficult as you want to make it.

I have changed my AIM if you want to say Hi click on my orange man

  

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227. "good stuff girl! And patience really IS the best virtue"
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_______closing remarks______

"Rituals are important. Nowadays it's hip not to be married. I'm not interested in being hip" ---John Lennon, in 1980

"There is nothing nobler or more admirable than when two people who see eye to eye keep house as husband and wife, confounding their enemies and delighting their friends" ---Homer, The Odyssey

"No on can make you feel inferior without your consent"--- E. Roosevelt

"If it is the dirty element that gives pleasure to the act of lust, then the dirtier it is, the more pleasurable it is bound to be."
--Marquis De Sade

"It has, moreover, been proven that horror, nastiness, and the frightful are what give pleasure when one fornicates. Beauty is a simple thing; ugliness is the exceptional thing. And firey imaginations, no doubt, always prefer the extraordinary thing to the simple thing."
--Marquis De Sade



"Show me an artist who is not insane, and I will show you a fraud"---Me

"Love is anterior to life
posterior to death
Initial of creation, and
the exponent of breath"--Emily Dickenson

"And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation"--Kahlil Gibran

"I am ashamed
to call this love human
and afraid of God
to call it divine"--Rumi (real name Jalal ad-Din Mohammed Balkhi)

"May I be, forward? Before word, is, intent"--Saul Williams

Mystic: One who experiences mystical union, or direct communion with God or Ulitmate reality.

Elixir: A substance held capable of prolonging life indefinitely (also panacea) a sweetened, alcoholic, medicinal solution... I am


  

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OrangeLoni
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117. "Hello, it's the Pussy"
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an oldie but i love it, it makes me and her smile together

My pussy has always been happy to see you
My pussy used to watch the phone, crying when you didn’t call.
My pussy wept when you finally came (home).
My pussy used to love you more than warm, whipped milk.
My pussy got hurt when you left her.
My pussy used to be naïve and giving.
My pussy over looked other pussies you’d been petting. (and a lot more, too)
My pussy got hot and bothered and vengeful.
My pussy met you expecting to be expected.
My pussy teased you gently outside into the cold.
My pussy left you wet and in wanting of something more.
My pussy left you needing her warmth.
My pussy left you loving her bittersweet taste.
My pussy left you.
Clever pussy.

*********

Not everything is as difficult as you want to make it.

I have changed my AIM if you want to say Hi click on my orange man

  

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MiracleRic
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139. "RE: Hello, it's the Pussy"
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lol, that word just makes me laugh for some reason, and the last line added to humor of it, clever pussy, lol, this has a cartoonish voice to it, i likes

Let me sport my Air Hyperbole 2010s in peace. (c) ansomble

Building repetoires (c) spm since 1983

  

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140. "RE: Hello, it's the Pussy"
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Maybe an OLDIE to some -- But it looks brand spankin' new to me! -- ;^)


*Nice Pussy*

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

  

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141. "lol!"
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what a nice start to my week. "clever pussy"! but the question remains: 'are you being served'?

chuckling,

n.

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145. "RE: Hello, it's the Pussy"
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golly gee wally, see...

this piece made me feel like a clever beaver cleaver.



~~~~~~~~~~~~
Gotta Hotter Ink Blotter
~~~~~~~~~~~~

  

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169. "awesome approach, loni"
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it had me laughin, but managed to get through to me as something much deeper..

thank you.



-Stephani
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peep my lil' page (pic) http://www.webspawner.com/users/delicateaurasoul/index.html

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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188. "RE: Hello, it's the Pussy"
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oh damn!

i was not expecting that at all.

good drop!!

----------------------
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"

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292. "CoSign"
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n/m

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

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222. "very nice! And..."
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a clever pussy is the best kind of !


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_______closing remarks______

"Rituals are important. Nowadays it's hip not to be married. I'm not interested in being hip" ---John Lennon, in 1980

"There is nothing nobler or more admirable than when two people who see eye to eye keep house as husband and wife, confounding their enemies and delighting their friends" ---Homer, The Odyssey

"No on can make you feel inferior without your consent"--- E. Roosevelt

"If it is the dirty element that gives pleasure to the act of lust, then the dirtier it is, the more pleasurable it is bound to be."
--Marquis De Sade

"It has, moreover, been proven that horror, nastiness, and the frightful are what give pleasure when one fornicates. Beauty is a simple thing; ugliness is the exceptional thing. And firey imaginations, no doubt, always prefer the extraordinary thing to the simple thing."
--Marquis De Sade



"Show me an artist who is not insane, and I will show you a fraud"---Me

"Love is anterior to life
posterior to death
Initial of creation, and
the exponent of breath"--Emily Dickenson

"And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation"--Kahlil Gibran

"I am ashamed
to call this love human
and afraid of God
to call it divine"--Rumi (real name Jalal ad-Din Mohammed Balkhi)

"May I be, forward? Before word, is, intent"--Saul Williams

Mystic: One who experiences mystical union, or direct communion with God or Ulitmate reality.

Elixir: A substance held capable of prolonging life indefinitely (also panacea) a sweetened, alcoholic, medicinal solution... I am


  

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239. "ha.. talk about personification at its best"
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My pussy teased you gently outside into the cold.
My pussy left you wet and in wanting of something more.
My pussy left you needing her warmth.
My pussy left you loving her bittersweet taste.
My pussy left you.
Clever pussy

*winks*.. U're too much for me now loni... too too much~




===================
I used to for the .
.

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

  

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OrangeLoni
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133. "journey to us"
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rusty like wheels of an old steam engine

I boarded the train to see
Just where we were headed
As your passenger you have
Taken me through hills,
Valleys, lakes cried by angels
In dark nights, driven me through
Thunder storms that have erupted
Out of frustration, and I still see
The sunlight bursting in from the
Grey skies (that can form some days
Without warning). I respect you for
Journeying on with your lover in tow
Ensuring my safety along the way.
With the continuing certainty that
One day we will arrive at a place
Perfect for our love.

*********

Not everything is as difficult as you want to make it.

I have changed my AIM if you want to say Hi click on my orange man

  

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Ezzsential
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170. "awwww"
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you're an expceptional poet... with a unique approach that i truly enjoy.

i can relate to this. as it emulated my constant feelings to perfection, archive material indeed. nice job!


-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!
peep my lil' page (pic) http://www.webspawner.com/users/delicateaurasoul/index.html

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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Ezzsential
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11. "OkayPlayerChic"
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-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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53. "INTRODUCING OKPCHIC!"
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First, I just wanna give mad love to EZZSENTIAL for even thinking of this. Women don't even speak to each other these days let alone stick together. It's time for a change yall!!

Name: Christina
Location: Detroit until January 04 (YAY!) I'm headed to NY...pray for me yall!
Age:20
Websit my online diary) http://okaymama.diaryland.com
Personal Info:....Lets see...(say it loud) I'm Black & I'm proud!
I've been writing every since I could form letters. It's the type of thing that just came to me. No one in my family shares that passion. My favorite meal is smothered pork chops, rice & gravy, cooked cabbage and cornbread (compliments of Big Mama) and my favorite color is RED. WHAT ELSE YOU WANNA KNOW?

www.soulrenewed.blogspot.com

  

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OkayPlayerChic
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56. "TOPIC # 1....LOVE"
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Wed Oct-01-03 05:05 PM

  

          

Women....and love.......

I've seen many sides to the way a women deals with men and for that matter love. I come from a single parent home with a mother who has been married twice and now single again. My mother is the type of person who is looking for a guy that has his self together especially financially. If he doesn't have it together then she sees no since in caring for that person. I, on the other hand, am completely the opposite. I could care less about the money you're making if I love you. I'm gonna try my best to get you where you need to be or where I see your potential headed. I'm not saying I'd just date anyone because I do set a standard for myself...it's just not like my mother. I have to say that due to my mothers standards, I don't think she's ever found a real love....a true love....she's played the part of wifey but each marriage was based on certain conditions and when those conditions changed....down went the marriages.

Because women become so materialistic and financially independent on men when it comes to relationships, they fail to find to discover what love is or what it could be. Don't mistake what I'm saying though. It's good to gain your own independence because women need to know how to stand on their own two feet, at the same time, women and men were created for each other therefore a relationship must main interdependency. 50/50.

My first love...high school....what a man....he was older as all of my relationships have been. We parted.....not on bad terms but he moved away so that was the end of that....I haven't heard from him since 01....

College....I found myself in the situation of not caring about a guy's feelings....I had seen the dirty sides of guys and I hated it....a guy pursued me for the longest time and I finally gave in to starting a relationship with him and what happens....the dirty side starts showing....lies....no trust....trust also is an issue that can truly destroy a relationship....because of my current relationship, I can truly say that if you waste your time thinking about what women your man is talking to or where he's been then you'll be miserable. Most of us are too young to be focused on mess like that. I hate to see a girl stress out about a guy when her main focus should be herself. Because of certain instances in my life, I tell myself, "If it's meant to be, then it will be"...and that's the way it goes ladies....we can't force a path that isn't meant for us to walk down. If a 3 ton brick is in the way....don't be so foolish and try to move it....go another way. I know it's easier said than done but the fact is that...it can be done. Love shouldn't be complicated or problematic. I mean everyone has problems in relationships but there is only so much that a person should have to deal with.

....more on love later.....

www.soulrenewed.blogspot.com

  

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83. "co-sign..."
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this was truth...i needed to read that...kinda like...cheering me on for the path i've (finally!) decided to take...

>I hate to see a girl stress out about a guy when
>her main focus should be herself. Because of certain
>instances in my life, I tell myself, "If it's meant to be,
>then it will be"...and that's the way it goes ladies....we
>can't force a path that isn't meant for us to walk down. If
>a 3 ton brick is in the way....don't be so foolish and try
>to move it....go another way. I know it's easier said than
>done but the fact is that...it can be done. Love shouldn't
>be complicated or problematic. I mean everyone has problems
>in relationships but there is only so much that a person
>should have to deal with.

the palms of my hands were raw from trying to push this big huge boulder outta my way to solve things...

now i've got some band-aids!


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'it's like i'm
fightin for freedom, writin for freedom...' -Common

'God opposes the proud but gives grace to the humble.'

James 4:6

  

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183. "Love will have you write a poem like this........."
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*oldie*

I became possesed
with
you in me
moving with spirit
our fractional moves
began to
make me whole
reaching for
extended boundaries
we glided swiftly
like
cool whispers at midnight
becoming eclipsed
floating into
each others glows
optically induced
artfully entraced and...
seductively seduced
we made
we had
we created
intensity
with no limits
divine
in every sense
this is...
what we did


http://okaymama.diaryland.com

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293. "RE: Love will have you write a poem like this........."
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Really feelin' these lines:

>I became possesed
>with
>you in me
>moving with spirit
>our fractional moves
>began to
>make me whole

Nice drop sis'....Keep Flowin'............

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

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Ezzsential
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12. "Natalie"
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-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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42. "Get to know...a little about me:"
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Name: Natalie
Location: New Jersey
Age: Quarter Cent
Website/audios/pics: No website, no audio, maybe a pic will become my avatar...

Personal Info:-

ethnicity: la belle africaine;

writing style: mellow 'n poetic;

favorite things: reading, ppl, watching ppl, music, my family, my friends, kids laughing and playing, McDonalds french fries!!!!!!!;

Who or what inspired you to write: the first guy i loved and who i gave my heart to break, politics, my country, moments, ppl, book topics, the words and phrases that flow in my head and insist on getting written;

favourite colours: purple, red, green, blue


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

"I'm a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket and I'm waiting for my rocket to come." - Jason Mraz

"Conformity is the refuge of a stagnant mind."

  

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delrica
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43. "yaaayyyyyy!!!!!"
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she said purple

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Natalie
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51. "you know it!"
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but i have to admit...red wears beautifully while purple is the colour to accessorise with...though those inner garments do come in some nice colours *wink*

n

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Natalie
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87. "better"
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*knock, knock*

hello?

love, are you there?

hello?

love, can you hear me?

i'm finally calling on you today

(yes, i know you knew i would *sheepishly smiles*)

and i'm wondering,

maybe we could spend a little time
and get to know each other...

better.

it's been a while, you know,
since we last sat down

and just spent some time

in your space
love

in my space
love

and i'm feeling kinda shy
being back here again
'cause...

you know,
i walked away

that last time

yeah, it's true
the choice was all mine.

but i'm here *perks up a little*
like i was before

and the feeling...
the feeling is...
it's so much more
than i thought it would be

so quietly INTENSE

am i making any sense?

love,
yeah,
(i know it's strange!)
but...
it's really me again
and i've got a new refrain
and...
i'd like to know

if i...

if i could...

possibly...

play it for you sometime?

/you told me to be patient
you told me to be kind
- and i wouldn't listen
- and i wouldn't pay you any mind

i left to get a quick fix
i went and wanted more
i lived love selfish
i forgot what heart is for

you knew i'd get knocked down
you knew i'd be a mess
but still you were the soft caress
to ease my every frown

so, now i'm back again

i got an age of understanding
and a heart full of hope
i'm living undemanding
and cheesily, i guess,
i know love on hope floats./

love,

i just wanted you to know that
before we really sit down
start to get comfortable
as we, as you say you are willing,
get to know each other

better.

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

"I'm a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket and I'm waiting for my rocket to come." - Jason Mraz

"Conformity is the refuge of a stagnant mind."

  

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171. "this was so.. innocent"
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I enjoyed this approach so much cuz it was like being touched by love for the first time, which is prolly the most beautiful because it is new and fresh and not re-lived or re-acted or maybe because first love cannot be compared to any other...
thanx, girl


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I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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175. "RE: better"
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..wow I really see the wisdom gained in this though it sounds innocent, this really has a lot of life to it, it's real, makes you like the writer....and I do, peace to ya Natalie...




"The Hiphop community exists as an international culture of consciousness that provides all races, tribes, religions, and styles of people, a foundation for the communication of their best ideas and works. Hiphop Kulture is united as one multi-skilled, multi-cultural, multi-faith, multi-racial people, committed to the establishment and the development of peace."

--Hiphop declaration of peace, Temple of Hiphop





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185. ""word""
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:)

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203. "if"
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this isn't a prep talk for your ego/soul/heart/mind about love i don't know what is. i agree, this was innocent, but it was also wise. i think that these are words that we should all repeat to ourselves verbatum after we've recovered from a break-up or are trying to recover or get comfortable in our new skin.

refreshing.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
breathe.
smile.
live.
be thankful.
give back.

i'd rather not let my heart survive the rest of its life with half-filled emotions.

  

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Natalie
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233. "y'know..."
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when i first started putting this one down, i wasn't sure it would be understood, especially 'cause of the simplistic style (believe me it wouldn't let itself be written any other way!), but you've all got it. it is about first love, and learning to love, about being open and willing to be like a child who can learn and be led but treated fairly and like an equal when really wanting to understand what love is. and it is a journey of healing after hurting. a very blessed journey that i'm glad to be on.

you've all given me something special.

peace,

n.

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"I'm a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket and I'm waiting for my rocket to come." - Jason Mraz

"Conformity is the refuge of a stagnant mind."

  

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Natalie
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147. "in Love's name"
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there’s a trail of kisses
leading down my back
and you placed them there
tenderly
recovering the timeless stream
that leads to secret answers
written in the universe
that will carry us
and will marry us
to love and happiness
it will settle us
with joy and trust
these qualities are our treasures
and even though
i once said that
you couldn’t see the forest for the trees
now i think that
and i know that
you see all of me
distinctively
just as i am
taking time to bless
each and every mark
scar, birth, and beauty
you find in every one
something that refines me
and unconfines me
from who and what i’ve been
you tell me simple wonders
i didn’t expect to hear
you show me aspects
i didn’t expect to see
and they’re all down this trail
that you’ve blessed on me
and by His grace and by His will
I live to do for you the same
all in Love’s name.

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for all those who have learnt to love and who love and know...peace, n.



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"I'm a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket and I'm waiting for my rocket to come." - Jason Mraz

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199. "had me from the opening lines....."
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this was just plain lovely.


Keep FLowin' Sis'....


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Natalie
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235. "RE: had me from the opening lines....."
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i'm glad it did, 'cause this was peace, that i haven't felt in a while, to write.

peace,

n.

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"I'm a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket and I'm waiting for my rocket to come." - Jason Mraz

"Conformity is the refuge of a stagnant mind."

  

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Natalie
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187. "This House"
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Words were said the other day and I thought I could lie my way out of the truth or creep stealthily by and maybe in the course of your monologue you wouldn’t notice that I was missing headed out and away from all you think I haven’t heard a thousand times or more and maybe the problem is that you don’t understand that I’m not swallowing your words taking them in like the water of life because I’ve got a well in my own backyard and I’m gonna drink from it before I drink from yours and maybe my neighbour may have thrown some poison in but see I’ve been working steadily at cleaning it out and maybe my lover threw some dirt in but see I took the water out cup by cup sieved it through tripled triple layers of cheesecloth distilled it all then scrubbed the walls and floor of my well with love put the water back in brought the holy ones by to bless these waters poured libations to my ancestors for them to be blessed and to bless me then tasted of the waters of this life -my own- finding a sweetness I hadn’t conceived and in this bittersweet truth I ask you to let me be free to be me and maybe we wouldn’t clash over which well holds the truth ‘cause you see your truth is your own and holds up for you and all you do and my truth is my own but I’m willing to admit that a blessed drop here and there from other wells added to my own that has been given openly to a heart willing to receive can only make my cup runneth over with joy but you would have me swallow even if it would make me choke and you would have me fill my mouth and spit it out when your back was turned just to afford you the happy illusion that I’ve taken it all in because at a million miles away you would content yourself that you’d filled me up with as many cups as necessary from your well to last me until your return and that in your absence I would live the life in those waters but what is the point in leaving my own unused I thought use was the purpose when I entered this my own house.

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"I'm a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket and I'm waiting for my rocket to come." - Jason Mraz

"Conformity is the refuge of a stagnant mind."

  

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Natalie
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238. "complete wishes"
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"complete wishes"


she wishes that she wasn’t prone to wishing
‘cause she tends to wish and sometimes
she thinks it’s too much
and she always tends to say
‘if wishes were wings then horses could fly’
and if horses really could
she’d want to ride on pegasus’ back
fly high above this earth
and search so that she could find
just what it is that she’s looking for
but then she also thinks
she just might fall off that wondrous horse
and fall to the ground
with a resounding bump
and hurt herself just like she does
when she’s not wishing at all

but no matter
she’ll wish anyway
and this is what she wishes for

she wishes that there was a man
to love her in her life
to see her every day just as she is
to take her hand and hold it
and look her in her eyes
see into her soul
and understand her
without letting go
and she knows she deserves to be loved
simply, complexly, completely
and she knows that love
yes, it comes with conditions
but she doesn’t want to become conditioned
just to be in-love
and lose her sense of self
even though she’d love to lose herself
in all that he is and in all that she is
combine the two of them
so that there are no more ends
less than there are any beginnings
to who they are together
but still be individual
with their mutual and separate loves
but none greater than the one they share
the one for each other

yet here is where wishing
seems to get her in trouble

see, there was just such a man
who loved and loved her
and, yes, she loved him, too
and pledged fidelity
love
hope
the future
and trust
but she hurt him
deeply
and she let him go
so she really doesn’t know
what’s the point in wishing
if she’s already had it this good
a man who gave her almost everything
a woman could wish for
then asked if she wanted
the moon and the stars
placed them at her feet
he wanted to be the god Mars
fight all her battles
take on all her fears
ease her every worry
wipe away and comfort all her tears
he wanted to do it all for her
even when she was plagued
by uncertain insecurities
that nagged and nagged
saying something was very wrong
wrong with the two of them
wrong with their love
but as pledged lovers do
they worked to remain true
and a more tender man
you could not conceive
even when his tenderness
and all his determination
threatened to shut her in
hold her in a space
that made her want even more
just to be free
free to be herself
the person that she is
not someone else’s defined belief
of the person that they perceive
when looking at and hoping for
an ideal

but how is she any better
to wish for so much more
isn’t this just another such ideal
that, even though it takes into account
the need for compatibility and identity
of who each is,
hinges itself on hope
looking to the romanticism in life
and praying to God for the true ONE
the circle of life that is complete
without any gaps or dents
that weren’t just put there because
they really are meant to be
part of the picture
to be worked on and mended
patched up and repaired
only if needed
by mutual consent
knowing that imperfection
is part of love’s unique beauty

and so she continues to wish and wish
for the man that’s right for ‘we’
and she believes with all her heart
she believes with all her might
that she deserves such a one
regardless of all that has come before
with a faithful promise
more faithful than any she’s ever made
to take nothing for granted
thank God for every blessing
that is here in this life
to take her time and live patiently
to understand intimately
and with time
the nature of love and what it really means
to love someone else
just as she loves herself
and slowly something’s stirring to life
finally awakening
to just what that really means
‘love thyself’
‘cause she hardly really did before
even though she thought she knew
but now she’s sure she didn’t
and she couldn’t possibly love him
no not completely
and partiality is no friend to love or trust
and second chances
even they need her there completely
without interruption
and so, now she’s willing to concede
that even she can wish
take those wings and fly
freely
not afraid that wishes can’t come true
or that they’re not made for her

so, she wishes for that man
who will love her in her life
and let her love him in his
completely.

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i know this one was long, but i felt i HAD to post it. it's all part of a process. and imagination_7, this one is posted with you in mind. i know it's not your exact experience, but i know you'll get it.

peace all,

n.

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"I'm a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket and I'm waiting for my rocket to come." - Jason Mraz

"Conformity is the refuge of a stagnant mind."

  

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13. "Special One"
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-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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64. "Hey Everyone its me"
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Name: Karenna but many call me Renna
Location: Chicago
Age: 20
Website/audios/pics: Don't have any new pics up, but I do have so old ones on BP,I will try to get some new ones up soon, my BP screen name is Sexxypnutbutter
Personal Info: (ethnicity, writing style, favorite things,
Who or what inspired you to write, etc):

Ethnicity: Black
Writing Style: Like to tell stories, express whatevers on my mind and in my heart, just to let it flow
Inspiring thoughts: Lost love, first got the ink flowing out of my pen, but as i've grown older its pretty much related to whatever is going on in my life.

Favorite things: Reading, meeting new people, shopping( another form of therapy LOL) Watching my 2 year old neice grow before my eyes \, enjoying the simple things in life




Always striving to love a little more than i did yesterday

  

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Ezzsential
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111. "werd me too"
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lost love is mos definately what made me write poems from the get.
nice to meet you renna.. appreciate your contribution.
peace


-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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14. "Shyning_Star"
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-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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15. "3rd i"
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-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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160. "3rd i"
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Name: Tishana aka Nikki AkA 3rd

Location: Chicago Il by way of brunswick ga

Age: 28

Website/audios/pics: unn no and no and i aint puttin up a pic

Personal Info: African Indian american, style of writing is Stream of Conciousness, favorite things are Men and Playstation

iii started writing cuz i had a crush on this boy in my 8fth grade class and i wanted him to like me so i wrote him a poem. really...doesn't it all start with some unrequited love? so i've been writing since then. Performing as a spoken word artist but i think i'm more suited to written rather than spoken poetry.

www.myspace.com/3rd_i

3rd i: so u gonna be my child's god parent
Dawgeatah: i already have 3
3rd i: yeah but do u have a black one..like pokemon gotta catch them all.

i am a self-mutilator
of the worst kind...
(c)MyLife

  

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161. "Opening Score"
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Opening Scene

How is it that you got me open so quickly
Didn’t want to play this game with you
Out of all the others I choose you.
It’s not about your face hair or skin
I just wanna be your closest kin
With you I don’t have to be afraid
Tonight we’ll make love with the lights on
I need to know the softness of your skin
To feel your breath as u speak to my womb
Calling forth your promised seed
Stand close to me
Our bodies melding into the night
The press of our palms
The heat rising from the nape of my neck
Eyes low
Ur lips wet from my kiss
Is the love enough to save me?
Is it enough to keep me from falling?
Will you be my savoir?
Make me speak the name of your soul.
Be all that I need
tonight let’s get married
Witnessed by the moon
Close your eyes
Follow my voice
There is a sound here
Feel the quickening
Your Music
The Opening Score

www.myspace.com/3rd_i

3rd i: so u gonna be my child's god parent
Dawgeatah: i already have 3
3rd i: yeah but do u have a black one..like pokemon gotta catch them all.

i am a self-mutilator
of the worst kind...
(c)MyLife

  

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234. "this..."
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is my fave to date from you. it speaks to everything that i've thought about what love between two ppl should be and is when it's really love and not just lust ('cause y'know lust can mimmick all this). especially considering what else goes on, the unspoken and very cerbral things, when two ppl are making love that add to the potency of the experience. just make the opening score last.

peace,

n.

ps don't be a stranger, now!

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162. "Progression of Love: 400 year old tale"
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He can’t love me openly because of my black skin
Stolen glances
Love notes in hidden crevices
1752
he owns me
I am his hidden heart
I submit only to him and his father punishes me
Hugged against the oak my back scarred my life slips away
And he is left behind
L(o)if(v)e shouldn’t be like this

Birmingham
Across the street we watch each other
Worlds apart by only a few feet
Jim crow rules with a noose
I can’t love him openly because of his white skin
1952
Born too soon the time is not right
ambushed beneath the oak tree
Black fists pound white flesh
My brother says one less cracker in the world
He slips away and I am left behind
L(o)if(v)e shouldn’t be like this

An age of enlightenment
2152
No secret messages
No fear
He loves me in my skin
I love him in his skin
Embracing together beneath the oak tree
L(i)ov(f)e should be like this

www.myspace.com/3rd_i

3rd i: so u gonna be my child's god parent
Dawgeatah: i already have 3
3rd i: yeah but do u have a black one..like pokemon gotta catch them all.

i am a self-mutilator
of the worst kind...
(c)MyLife

  

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214. "damn nikki"
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damn

*********

Not everything is as difficult as you want to make it.

I have changed my AIM if you want to say Hi click on my orange man

  

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215. "wow"
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damn girl!

can i read this at an open mic somewhere? you obviously get mention as the writer.

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282. "sure girl"
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and thanks for the love...all ya'll got me blushing ova here

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3rd i: so u gonna be my child's god parent
Dawgeatah: i already have 3
3rd i: yeah but do u have a black one..like pokemon gotta catch them all.

i am a self-mutilator
of the worst kind...
(c)MyLife

  

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276. "I know this post is for the ladies..."
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Fri Oct-24-03 11:34 AM

  

          

but Nikki, you ripped this one right here...dang, that was DEEP...

"Is it not one father that all of us have? Is it not one God that has created us? Why is it that we deal treacherously with one another?" --Malachi 2:10

  

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294. "CoSign"
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16. "VirtuousWoman_Found"
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-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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17. "Delrica"
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-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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37. "Intro"
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Name: Delrica Andrews
Location: Washington, DC
Age: 27 (will be 28 soon...made it another year. YIPPEE!!! :-P)
Website/audios/pics: or /No Audio/
Personal Info:

- Ethnicity: I'm Black ya'll..I'm Black ya'll and I'm bla-bluh-bla-bluh-bla-black ya'll!
- Writing Style: I write whatever the voices tell me to. Sometimes my own thoughts will even come out...but they are resistant lil bastids.
- Favorite things: good people, good music, good books, life, love and ben & jerry's chunky monkey ice cream
- What inspired me to write: life...and the voices...they play a big part in inspiring me to write.

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

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delrica
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39. "lost love (also for him...)"
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OLD FLAME

this reaction isn't normal
i can't still be
should i still be?

let me see
i ran into she
who remembered me...
and i remembered you...
wait a minute

nah, nah, nah
there is no way
that this could be
i put you in that corner
with all my other old shit
that i moved on from
we were finished

maybe could we, should we be
still affecting each other and those around us
that way?

no way, man
i don't...
you don't, do you?

she and me stood there
exchanged hugs and pleasantries
i asked about your folks
she said they were good
told me she'd tell you she saw me




but i didn't want her to
in fact, i hope she doesn't
we split mays and mays ago
in ways that should have me screamin' hell no
so you have no right to know
that she saw me
besides...i didn't ask about you!

she gave me this look
like she knew your secret
could you be? why would you be?
didn't ... you say it was over?

so why am i trippin?
i know you can't still be
but then again, maybe

i mean, that would explain why i let so few
break through
or why it's so hard to remain true
to the romantic that's in me
when all i see is that i fell into dumbness
so now, there is this numbness
a barrier that surrounds my heart
like a heavily guarded prison
that i don't want anyone to get into

but see, you can't be
this can't still be going on
i've moved past this, past you
i can't do this thing again, can i?

you can't be
i won't let you be
still in my system

ã 2002, D. Andrews, all rights reserved.

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95. "i won't let you be still"
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in my system. ha~

nah, nah, nah
there is no way
that this could be
i put you in that corner
with all my other old shit
that i moved on from
we were finished

maybe could we, should we be
still affecting each other and those around us
that way?

no way, man
i don't...
you don't, do you?

you said... more than I could ever say... the the most clever way possible.. and I dug it thoroughly.. Peace~




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I used to for the .
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309. "RE: lost love (also for him...)"
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glad i ventured out to see what it is you do...panoramic view between you and that other woman...

sick


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delrica
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38. "True Love/First Love"
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This is still a work in process.
This piece is a life project/poem for him
-------------------------------------

the cologne you were wearing had my head spinning and
drifting off to fantasies of you and me in fixed positions
chanting tantric inscriptions
while our bodies vibrate to the humming
of our carnal dispositions

you make me want you to be more than just my homie
and it blows me that all this time has transpired
and the effects you have on me have yet
to wear off like the cologne you were wearing
that does something to my psyche
makes the inner freak in me want to be on the scene
with you more ... and more
making not so subtle implications that even a blind man can't ignore

simply put...i want you

invading the standard 3 ft of personal space that not even my closest friends can violate
and i want to inhale you, hold you in and absorb the chemicals in your skin that already make me high as you walk by
i want to stay drunk off of you

tilt my head to the side bent off you
tangled up in emotional tornados that tapdance feverish yearnings on my spirtual plane
i want to feel you run through me like the blood in my veins
i am trying to articulate but can't find the things to say
and it's because the cologne you were wearing has got me in a daze

i am phasing out other potential candidates in my brain
you are leading in the race for everything in me that's sane and i can't help but add anvils to the ankles of those
that try to close in on your position. you've got me wishin' that no one darkens my doorstep on simple premonition
that this woman is already occupied with thoughts of and thirsts for a man she wants by her side

in other words...i ache for you

crave you like addicts fiend for their drug of choice
want wanton wantings running through my cerebral cortex
i'm vexed that i don't think of you longer or that thoughts of you and i don't come stronger
i need you like alkies need 151 proof being given to them by way of intraveneous feedings
i'm feeding off this love i have for you

needing to touch you, feel you, taste the salt from your skin

imagine

you laying on a bed of whatever feels comfortable at the time
and me needing to knead soft musk oils into the rhythm of your breathing
massage away the aches and the pains of a hard labored day
i want you to feel good, i need you to feel better than any one man should
because i love you
i love you

and though this may seem like a simple poem
this is the song that resides as home to a heart that is completely devoted to
the possibility of you and i intertwined as something greater then the sum of its parts
this heart...it beats for you
i breathe for you
i live for you

and though i could probably live without you, i'm not quite sure i want to
because the cologne you were wearing is more than just sustenance to me
it is the life force that drives me to believe that there is something greater than
my imaginings

and i imagine you
and me
and we
sharing all sorts of freaky scenes
from the unfathomable to the unfavorable
from the tempting to the terrible
the taboo will have nothing on the things we are going to do
because the cologne you were wearing
has me wanting do the freakiest kinds of things
like falling in love with you and staying that way...forever


to be continued...

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105. "oowee!"
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that was hot.. I could feel your temptations.. too many lines to quote , but this was real real intriguing
love or infatuation,.... uhh????

-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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delrica
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113. "RE: oowee!"
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definitely not infatuation (life would be SO much easier if it were)

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295. "RE: True Love/First Love"
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Very nice work. May have to print this out.


Keep Flowin'......

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308. "WHOA!"
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This piece...left me feeling like the wind had been knocked out of me! Very intense and very precious! I read it out-loud to a friend and we were left dazed...we're waiting on the rest of it. When will it be done? Or is it worked as you experience it? But one thing...I've been there...that smell, and that desire, and the certainty...

peace,

n.

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40. "on: self love"
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Reflection

i watch her silently
call to her quietly
she is poetry

i watch her watch herself
she is so beautiful
she just doesn’t know it yet

she cries silent tears
as she looks at herself
she thinks she’s ugly…
i don’t see it that way

i silently wipe the tears from her face
softly caress her cheek
and i realize that …

i love this woman
the way she moves
how her chest heaves as she
breathes deeply in her sleep
the way her eyes light when she’s happy
and i love the sound of her voice when she sings to me
i love this woman and
begin to see her differently
i memorize the shade of her eyes
and the way they glisten under light
i softly run my fingers through her hair
and memorize the scent of it
i lightly rest my hands on her cheeks
and slowly feel her face so that
i can memorize every line, every curve, every mark & scar
she is a shining star in my eyes

i closely examine her soft black tresses as they kiss her neck
after she lets her hair fall to her shoulders
i close my eyes and allow my hands
to navigate my journey over the course of her body
i silently paint a picture of goddess in my mind
my fingers learn her shape, her curves, bumps…everything about her is poetry

i want so badly to have her with me, in me on me…
i want her to be my skin
covering me in love like a warm blanket on cold winter nights
i softly grasp her hand and hold it to my heart so i can absorb her touch into me
i want her to feel how she makes me come alive
she quietly asks me “do you think i’m pretty?”
i whisper back to her “yes”
“i feel so ugly”, she whispers
“but you are so beautiful” i say in return
we go back & forth like this for hours
she finally asks me, “do you love me?”
and i say “with all that i am and hope to be”
“i feel so alone”
“but you’re not” i reply
“i don’t see it like you do”
“then come with me”

slowly, she extends her hand toward me as i break the glass
take her hand, kiss it softly
and we walk away from the mirror, together

©2001, D. Andrews, all rights reserved.

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

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Natalie
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52. "this is beautiful"
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this is everything so many women go through and need to be reminded of. just hon, that breaking of the glass to take your hand...ouch!...a little violent imagery for me, though

peace,

n.

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158. "RE: on: self love"
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i genuinely liked this a lot...yep. =o)

i wrote something similar to this in a creative writing class many moons ago but it was a monologue...

no one got it...=0(...they were all breaking it down piece by piece and i'm like "Y'all!!! she's breaking a mirror!!! it's me!! i'm breaking the mirror!!!" and they all looked at me confused and that's when i got quiet and sat back down...

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'it's like i'm
fightin for freedom, writin for freedom...' -Common

'God opposes the proud but gives grace to the humble.'

James 4:6

  

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delrica
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159. "great minds..."
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you know the rest. *grin*

thanks for the love and i can't wait to read more from you

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Ezzsential
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18. "Dasweetesttaboo"
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-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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Ezzsential
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19. "Real love"
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-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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Reallove
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112. "Introduction"
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Champa Keodara
South San Diego, Kali_For_nia, Mejico
Student
Laotian Lady
Sa-bai-dee all


  

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Reallove
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114. "Haunt me, Red light"
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Have I come unanounced...?

This is you breathing

wide eyes
you have night
and began my morning
in crucifixion

after all, pedestrian rights
...walking you,
inhaling God,
hands held
wraped round golden rings of Jezebels's last marriage
evening of June 22nd
bright lights
and perfect strangers
a gift...
bouquet of empty bottles for the Woman of the house

Keeper of the crossroads
signed Johnnie Walks

I never knew he would haunt me. Kiss and tell silent as the growing blade


Keodara

  

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gsquared
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176. "RE: Haunt me, Red light"
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...that's a coo' drop, I can feel the feelings conveyed...



"The Hiphop community exists as an international culture of consciousness that provides all races, tribes, religions, and styles of people, a foundation for the communication of their best ideas and works. Hiphop Kulture is united as one multi-skilled, multi-cultural, multi-faith, multi-racial people, committed to the establishment and the development of peace."

--Hiphop declaration of peace, Temple of Hiphop





http://www.GaryPatrickGarry.com

"I'm stalling in flight
Hovering over horizons
Waiting for night"

"My turn to speak in tongues"
--Photosynthesis

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

  

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Ezzsential
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20. "j alise"
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-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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Ezzsential
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21. "Soulstice"
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-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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Ezzsential
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22. "Invisible ink"
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-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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Ezzsential
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23. "paperdollpoet"
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-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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paperdollpoet
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107. "RE: paperdollpoet"
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Name: aulelei

Location: the city that reads but can not see...

Age: 23

Website/audios/pics:

Personal Info: (ethnicity, writing style, favorite things,
Who or what inspired you to write, etc)

i'm samoan and blk. my writing style can best be described as suicide letters written with crayons...simplistic, deeply personal, emotional, melodramatic and ..bitter(sweet)... all decorated in colorful words (read: 'cuss words'). i live for double meanings...i hardly ever use periods in my writings..while i over use them when writing paragraphs..a habit i picked up from 'him'...

my favorite things are coffee, sleep, weekends, my personal moon and sun, my husband and silence.

i find myself drifting away from poetry lately. my inspiration joined the army. and i'm anti-war. a contradiction that continues to fuel our bond. (like a moth to a flame?)


oh..and i'm a horrible speller.

---
"a blk man don't have no business in an army
that he ain't fighting with
but fighting for
purple hearts that dangle from dead niggas
ain't revolutionary
cause you died as an enemy"
- doll




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paperdollpoet
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109. ":: lite skin gurls cry too ::"
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i usta dream about being dark skin
the kinda dark that wld shine when i put vaseline on my knees
i wanted to be 'black and beautiful' with 'dark and lovely' sweeter berry juice complexion
cause lite skin little gyrls
are only pretty in the eyes of
boys
and old folks who tell you to shape babies noses so it won't be so wide
i was never really pretty
i just had
pretty eyes
pretty hair
pretty skin tone
and "pretty gyrls like you shouldn't cry"
but i did
i cried for 2 weeks straight
then
off and on for 17 years
and a couple of hours before and after
when sum boy took my pretty with him when he left
so he cld have braggin rights at corner dice games
cause mixed gyrls were worth double points
but who was keeping score
when i had to fight
black hands to prove i was black enough
i usta wish i was dark skin
so i cld walk peacefully at nite
without fear of finding razor blades across my face
cutting out the "that bitch think she's so fucking pretty" in me
i get tired of being lite skin
tired of running
and smiling
and proving
and trying not to be "too pretty"
while trying to be pretty enough
and black enough
and woman enough
and when will it be enough

fuck beauty.


---
"a blk man don't have no business in an army
that he ain't fighting with
but fighting for
purple hearts that dangle from dead niggas
ain't revolutionary
cause you died as an enemy"
- doll




www.sheflypaper.com

  

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mindful
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116. "...."
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i cried for 2 weeks straight
then
off and on for 17 years
and a couple of hours before and after
when sum boy took my pretty with him when he left
so he cld have braggin rights at corner dice games
cause mixed gyrls were worth double points
but who was keeping score
when i had to fight
black hands to prove i was black enough
i usta wish i was dark skin
so i cld walk peacefully at nite
without fear of finding razor blades across my face
cutting out the "that bitch think she's so fucking pretty" in me

fuck beauty... indeed.




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I used to for the .
.

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

  

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paperdollpoet
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120. "this is what i get for quick reading..."
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totally missed the mention of "topic"

shoot...i think i totally missed the point of the post...

so excuse my poem post.

i'll try to think of something related to "love" that is new...

---
"a blk man don't have no business in an army
that he ain't fighting with
but fighting for
purple hearts that dangle from dead niggas
ain't revolutionary
cause you died as an enemy"
- doll




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mindful
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124. "I thought this fell along the lines of self love"
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and realization... *shrug*




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I used to for the .
.

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

  

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slicklyric
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127. "RE: :: lite skin gurls cry too ::"
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indeed, when will it be enough, i loved the honesty in this, and another reminder on how we see the shell, before we see the soul.

  

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UntitledThought
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155. "RE: :: lite skin gurls cry too ::"
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ooh...could definitely relate 2 this...!!!!

FELT.

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'it's like i'm
fightin for freedom, writin for freedom...' -Common

'God opposes the proud but gives grace to the humble.'

James 4:6

  

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Ezzsential
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166. "damn"
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that's alot to deal with from some jealous ass bitches and broke ass cats

little does anyone care if you write poetry too.

dont u hate that?

-Stephani
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peep my lil' page (pic) http://www.webspawner.com/users/delicateaurasoul/index.html

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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182. "wow..."
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powerful stuff. Reminds me how much i miss readin' your work. On a side note.....WHERE YOU BEEN? LOL Good to see you back again! Hope all is well with you & your's.

Keep Flowin' Sis'.....



"I sing in strokes of indigo blues
From fountain pens lit with a poetic fuse" ~ PhotoSynthesis

"I'm nothing like me....." - KnowOne

"Take me out ur Sigs!!!"-madwriter

"my writing style can best be described as suicide letters written with crayons..." - paperdollpoet

"I have a shadow that
needs your
color. " - presyzion


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

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paperdollpoet
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121. "*working now*"
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Sun Oct-05-03 03:15 AM

  

          



---
"a blk man don't have no business in an army
that he ain't fighting with
but fighting for
purple hearts that dangle from dead niggas
ain't revolutionary
cause you died as an enemy"
- doll




www.sheflypaper.com

  

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Ezzsential
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24. "rubbersoulonice"
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-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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55. "Ummmmmmm -- I Think --"
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Rubbersoulonice is a dude -- (I'm 99.9% sure) -- *smiles*

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

  

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Ezzsential
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58. "lolol =X i asked you..."
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oh well I knew i would mess up


-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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Ezzsential
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25. "ergobliss"
In response to Reply # 0


  

          

-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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26. "Africa"
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-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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Afrika
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74. "RE: Africa"
In response to Reply # 26
Thu Oct-02-03 03:29 PM

  

          

Name: Classified Information
Location: Detroit, MI
Age: 17
Website/audios/pics: I'm too self-conscious
Personal Info: (ethnicity: afrikan born in america, writing style: young and inexperienced, favorite things: life, love, peace, blessings, knowledge, wisdom, That 70s Show, Who or what inspired you to write: My fourth grade teacher Ms. Goetter (pronounced Getter))

I want to post something old, because right now I'm still struggling with brain constipation.

Aries Glare

that fire is there beneath your placcid exterior,
i feel it radiating,
soul stirring, life creating,
burning stares penatrate me as deeply and easily as anything,
strip me naked, shivering in the cold,
i'm trapped outside of your heart,
begging to be let into the warmth,
ignored and tortured so effortlessly and completely,
you dissect me with your being,
and i put the whole of my essence into seeing,
what isn't there,
you leave me there alone, bleeding bitter tasting blood, then return as if nothing happened, ready to cool me with your touch,
freeze me with that aries gaze,
somehow my version, isn't nearly as potent,
it seems though we both share a sign,
we can't read each others,
passing each other by continually,
experiencing other's when we should just be by ourselves,
it's that gaze that keeps you aloof and trying too hard to hold back,
and it's that gaze that keeps me saying and doing things i don't mean to,
that gaze that convinces you that i'm not feeling the way that i do,
that gaze that has us shielding our hearts,
even from each other,
i wish i wasn't this way, that you weren't either,
that we could return to that january day,
when we first locked eyes,
and experienced consideration,
and contemplation, elation, manifestation of careful infatuation,
when no one was missing in action,
when i didn't know you were an aries,
and i thought of myself,
as a cancer

šālōm

P.rodigious
S.emplisstech
A.frika
L.aXyDaZiCaL
M.iracleRic

"Lot's wife is now a product of the morton company" -Nikki Giovanni

"An eye for an eye will make the whole world blind." -Gandhi

"Until they become conscious they w

  

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Afrika
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75. "My Love's Epiphany"
In response to Reply # 74


  

          

what once existed between us was black magic
that same energy has lapsed and slowly become static
unconsciously automatic
switch on switch off
everything spoken is too sarcastic
whatever was there before just isn't enough
our energy was as bright as a newborn star
electric bursts that signal new galaxies beyond
but death eventually comes to those who live long
our love has become a black hole
my enthusiasm's become defensive and bold
while your tongue itself has grown harsh and cold
i'm too quick to refute and you in turn tend to scold
your honest efforts i rebuke, by then it's too late to know
the difference between love and hate
it seems both get mingled in our conversations as of late
so just let me know
are you still with this
because a woman scorned can be helluva a bitch
but a forceful hand in a man
is the difference between havin' actual balls
and just havin' a dick

šālōm

P.rodigious
S.emplisstech
A.frika
L.aXyDaZiCaL
M.iracleRic

"Lot's wife is now a product of the morton company" -Nikki Giovanni

"An eye for an eye will make the whole world blind." -Gandhi

"Until they become conscious they w

  

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PhotoSynthesis
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92. "RE: My Love's Epiphany"
In response to Reply # 75


          

Young lady -- You are wise beyond your years! -- *smiles*

This was felt! -- (((Indeed)))

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

  

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Afrika
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194. "RE: My Love's Epiphany"
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thank you, i've been having my doubts lately for real.

šālōm

P.rodigious
S.emplisstech
A.frika
L.aXyDaZiCaL
M.iracleRic

"Lot's wife is now a product of the morton company" -Nikki Giovanni

"An eye for an eye will make the whole world blind." -Gandhi

"Until they become conscious they w

  

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KnowOne
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296. "that she is......"
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>Young lady -- You are wise beyond your years! -- *smiles*

that she is.....Keep FLowin' Sis'.....

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

IG: KnowOne215 | PS+ ID: KnowOne215

  

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Ezzsential
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27. "Clarion"
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-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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clarion
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66. "microphone check..."
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1..2..3..
Name:Chandra D. Larks
Locatio etroit
Age:29
Website/audios/pics:none...im not that good yet with computers
Personal Info: im a child that was born brown with lash of milk...and cinnamon surrounding me..(but arent we all)
writing style...i have no particular style..haven't found a genre that i would fall into.. umm elementary school..whoknows..
favorite things:beating my son (9)at video games and anything else i remind him anything u(male) i(female)can do..and respect that..to..laser tag..reading..
Who or what inspired you write: songs..situations..life..people..i've been writing since i been little..it actually starts sometimes as a song with some twist and turns in it..and yeah i actually hear melodies in my head sometimes when i write..ha..

topics:i would try any topic...love..social issues(teenage pregnancy, homelessness, aid, murder, war, etc.)



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clarion
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285. "lovin warrior..(a work in progress)"
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Love is a sword
That has been forged
Through a fire consisting of
Wood of honesty and desire
Laced with understanding
Welded by hands of wisdom and innocence
Cooled by waters of time
Sheathed and binded with hope


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KnowOne
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297. "short simple but..."
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strong. Nice piece.

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

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Ezzsential
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28. "Wolfie"
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-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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wolfie
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90. "::ahem:: let me introduce myself"
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Name: Nora
Location: hail of NJ, but currently residing in VA
Age: 18
Website/audios/pics: thewolfieone.diaryland.com :: my inner dialogue
Personal Info:
ethnicity: white, Irish, what have you
writing style: God only knows...
favorite things: music, people watching, writing, photography, sitting at a table after a meal with friends just talking, sailing
Who or what inspired you to write: my own adolescent frustrations

let's get this thing started...

~*~*~*~*~*~*~newolf~*~*~*~*~*~*~

the light: so, you're having a pre-pre-midlfe crisis?
wolfie: yes.
the light: well, that's wonderful!


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wolfie
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91. "night skies"
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dew drips
off my
fingertips
as i
arise
to the sweet
sunrise
on skys
that
hold stars
~*~*~* you once said were for me *~*~*~

foolish it seems
that
.................something so intangible
..................... felt so real
.......................................................... then

sitting in silver light,
on white dunes,
wrapped in arms that seemed to alway promise
to
hold me tight,
i guided your fingertips over constellations,
spelling out poetics in night skies...

............................... i use to cry

for those cool dewey nights
and
dark skies,
your breath on my neck,
and the sunrise at dawn...

but

l
o
v
e

e
n
d
s

a
s

n
i
g
h
t
s

d
o

~*~*~*~*~*~*~newolf~*~*~*~*~*~*~

the light: so, you're having a pre-pre-midlfe crisis?
wolfie: yes.
the light: well, that's wonderful!


icantspell

  

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Ezzsential
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101. "nice ending"
In response to Reply # 91
Sat Oct-04-03 04:08 AM

  

          

"but love ends as nights do" awww...

I appreciated this as well as your awesome imagery here.
nice to meet you! post more if you like



-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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mindful
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106. "have i nicknamed you yet?"
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I don't believe I have... whelp.. wolfie is definitely obvious... think i'll call you little lady... yeah.. ahem...

i use to cry

for those cool dewey nights
and
dark skies,
your breath on my neck,
and the sunrise at dawn...

~above.. simply beautiful.

but

l
o
v
e

e
n
d
s

a
s

n
i
g
h
t
s

d
o



ah.. the ending.. true, and very to the point... fits perfectly with the piece as a whole.. a favorite of mine from you. Peace~


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I used to for the .
.

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

  

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wolfie
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134. "RE: have i nicknamed you yet?"
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thank you kindly... and a new nickname, how exciting

~*~*~*~*~*~*~newolf~*~*~*~*~*~*~

the light: so, you're having a pre-pre-midlfe crisis?
wolfie: yes.
the light: well, that's wonderful!


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gsquared
Member since Oct 26th 2002
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177. "RE: night skies"
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Wed Oct-08-03 07:10 AM

          

.. I could totally get the way you felt, a glimpse into your mind...very well done, enjoyed it...



"The Hiphop community exists as an international culture of consciousness that provides all races, tribes, religions, and styles of people, a foundation for the communication of their best ideas and works. Hiphop Kulture is united as one multi-skilled, multi-cultural, multi-faith, multi-racial people, committed to the establishment and the development of peace."

--Hiphop declaration of peace, Temple of Hiphop





http://www.GaryPatrickGarry.com

"I'm stalling in flight
Hovering over horizons
Waiting for night"

"My turn to speak in tongues"
--Photosynthesis

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

  

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Natalie
Member since May 06th 2003
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237. "everything about this..."
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is just so right. style, words, flow, structure. i enjoyed this day one!

peace,

n.

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

"I'm a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket and I'm waiting for my rocket to come." - Jason Mraz

"Conformity is the refuge of a stagnant mind."

  

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Loni
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257. "nice"
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real nice

dot . dot . dot .

☺ ☺

I guess U know me well, I don't like winter
But I seem 2 get a kick

  

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wolfie
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137. "*LOVE* of lack there of"
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?love?
lack there of
some sort of something mixed with
likeness/physicality/friendship
add a trip to italy,
the roman underground
the florence cathedral at night...

(bake at 360 degrees)

... relationship...

i lay awak in a roman night,
hearing trucks and cars below my window
... i can do this ...
... this is right...

rapped with cold air brought by the subway
seems to twist and entangle itself among our limbs
"you're awesome"
he whispered
or shouted
among the rumblings of underground giants
and i smiled 'cause
i knew he meant it...

... but now we're back in jersey ...

i lay awake in my dorm room
as spring begins to lace itself through winter nights
and i say
... this is not where i should be ...

and as we stood on the stoop of trask,
rain drizzles and my hair frizzed
and i'm cold 'cause this jakcet just isn't cutting it
"you should tell me when you go out"
and i didn't smile
'cause i knew he meant it,
when all i wanted to do was

......................................................................................... run

l
o
v
e

or

something

e
l
s
e

::repost::

~*~*~*~*~*~*~newolf~*~*~*~*~*~*~

the light: so, you're having a pre-pre-midlfe crisis?
wolfie: yes.
the light: well, that's wonderful!


icantspell

  

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KnowOne
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298. "RE: *LOVE* of lack there of"
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I really like this. Hey where you been stranger?

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wolfie
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275. "moon"
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as
the
moon
rises
the
light
catches
your
eyes
.
.
.
.
illuminating
sights
unseen
in
daylight

(c)10/24/03
inspired by hunuh

~*~*~*~*~*~*~newolf~*~*~*~*~*~*~

the light: so, you're having a pre-pre-midlfe crisis?
wolfie: yes.
the light: well, that's wonderful!


icantspell

  

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Ezzsential
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29. "Winter Blaze"
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-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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Winter Blaze
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122. "RE: Winter Blaze"
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Kimberly
I rep the DC urrea for life, but now residing in San Diego with my baby Axis
I'm gettin' old, just turned 25
I like to do everything I find creative and have no boundaries
If I think of anything else, I'll come back and add

Peace


I'm moody, I'm cranky, I'm emotional-Dammit just leave me alone

Sometimes you gotta let go of the ones you love must- If it's meant to be it'll come back to you

The sexual revolution was born in between these thighs waiting to be reinvented.

  

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mindful
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150. "u're not old nm"
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===================
I used to for the .
.

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

  

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semlohspeaks
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154. "I know that's real..."
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Mon Oct-06-03 02:17 PM

  

          

chile, you aren't old. A half of a half of a century old isn't old at all....LOL. (Just teasin ya...)

Sem...

--------------------
Feels good to be home. Damn, I miss DPP!
---------------

So. I told him:
I might love you...and he said
I will love you too--when "you"
get back.

  

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gsquared
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178. "RE: Winter Blaze"
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...write sumthin dammit...



"The Hiphop community exists as an international culture of consciousness that provides all races, tribes, religions, and styles of people, a foundation for the communication of their best ideas and works. Hiphop Kulture is united as one multi-skilled, multi-cultural, multi-faith, multi-racial people, committed to the establishment and the development of peace."

--Hiphop declaration of peace, Temple of Hiphop





http://www.GaryPatrickGarry.com

"I'm stalling in flight
Hovering over horizons
Waiting for night"

"My turn to speak in tongues"
--Photosynthesis

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

  

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Winter Blaze
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195. "Tainted Love"
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*This is lil something, I'll be back with more later*


On a bed of thorns I laid
The blood of virginity turned my world red with fever
I devoured the bittersweet chocolate of Mark
While he discarded my innocence and reveled in my naivete
Every night I purged reality
Dreamed he actually loved me
I was bragging rights to his boys
Untouched pussy for his guilty pleasure
Sweetness and smiles that characterized my face disappeared
Abadoned all who cared to show my loyalty to him
Alone in the light to see my path was crumbling...




I'm moody, I'm cranky, I'm emotional-Dammit just leave me alone

Sometimes you gotta let go of the ones you love must- If it's meant to be it'll come back to you

The sexual revolution was born in between these thighs waiting to be reinvented.

  

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UntitledThought
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197. "RE: Tainted Love"
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emotional read.

------------------------------


'it's like i'm
fightin for freedom, writin for freedom...' -Common

'God opposes the proud but gives grace to the humble.'

James 4:6

  

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Natalie
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236. "the length."
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that's what is tight about this piece. says everything vividly and completely with an economy of words and space. very nice poem.

peace,

n.

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

"I'm a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket and I'm waiting for my rocket to come." - Jason Mraz

"Conformity is the refuge of a stagnant mind."

  

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KnowOne
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299. "I must agree....."
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with Nat.

Keep Flowin'......

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Ezzsential
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30. "Ezzsential"
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-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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Ezzsential
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73. "wooohoooo!"
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Thu Oct-02-03 12:38 PM

  

          

I just want to let chu all know that my heart beats when I read this post, ....seriously! lol, I'm giddy like a lil kid... and this was'nt "work" to me at all...
I have enjoyed doing this so much and am so happy for all of you and anticipate your contributions
Your intros have been really exciting to read as well.. there was alot to know...and I liked how everyone is calling it something different.. heh.. its a medley of femininity ya'll, and I'm about teary eyed so I'm shuttin up now...
Here's about meh...

Name: Stephani Elizabef ( delicate (the mother)/ aura (the poet/emcee/lyricist)/ ezzsential(the go getter/ non-chalant, drive) I have three sides to me
Age: 23
Location: Mass a chew sets
website/audios/pics: lol.. my comp crashed so i lost everything..=/
What inspired me to write: yo, it was first initiated by analytical perception... at one point I was an outkast, so i just wrote about it... then I read backs of shampoo bottles for visionary vocab, brainstormed in notebooks, etc.. it just comes out now.. i cant hold it in.. it's been my source of "vent" for years, now its pain and emotions that inspire me to write, other poets... being a mother (to my six year old son, Seneca) and dealing with adversity, basically
ethnicity: I'm italiana, spanish, jewish, german, scottish.. blah...
favorite things: hiphop shows, poetry bashes, good conversation, slow girly songs,a new dope artist, VH1 soul, people who dont care what others think &
BEING FREE TO DO WHAT I WANT WHEN I WANNA DO IT! word..
and thanx all for the love, YOU ARE ALL SO BEAUTIFUL and I'm grateful for this opportunity, for okp, and all of you!!!!!! *tears*





-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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slicklyric
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128. "RE: wooohoooo!"
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ya know i remember reading ur posts in the past(even if im not replyin-im lurkin!), and i always thought ..wow, this sis is hella deep...i always imagined u to be mysterious and maybe a bit quite(deep in thought/contemplating cure for aids/world peace etc..blah, blah), then i read about ur shampoo bottles, and u have me cracking up at my screen-and im thinkin damn this girl is a cute lil joker!for real tho sis, it was nice to hear about you!

  

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gsquared
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179. "RE: wooohoooo!"
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..you are beautiful sis, thanks for the love for the board...




"The Hiphop community exists as an international culture of consciousness that provides all races, tribes, religions, and styles of people, a foundation for the communication of their best ideas and works. Hiphop Kulture is united as one multi-skilled, multi-cultural, multi-faith, multi-racial people, committed to the establishment and the development of peace."

--Hiphop declaration of peace, Temple of Hiphop





http://www.GaryPatrickGarry.com

"I'm stalling in flight
Hovering over horizons
Waiting for night"

"My turn to speak in tongues"
--Photosynthesis

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

  

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Dominicana
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205. "thank you for this..... i think WE needed it."
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
breathe.
smile.
live.
be thankful.
give back.

i'd rather not let my heart survive the rest of its life with half-filled emotions.

  

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Ezzsential
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242. "you're welcome..."
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yo.. it brought me closer to all ya'll (fems) and that's a beautiful thing


-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!
peep my lil' page (pic) http://www.webspawner.com/users/delicateaurasoul/index.html

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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KnowOne
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301. "Madd Props To You"
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for putting this all together. Great job Sis'






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243. "Okay Ezzy --"
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I hope you don't think you're exempt from throwin' down a lil' summm summm -- Just cuz you put this whole shabang together! -- *LoL*


Where's your wonderful words on LOVE? -- Did I miss it? -- Is it around here somewhere other than under your name? -- *Hmmmmmm*

I'll look again, but if I don't see it anywhere, Imma be buggin' you daily! -- *grrrrrr*

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

  

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Ezzsential
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253. "(gigglin)"
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well, see, I just dropped out of college and got a job! been going through mad stuff.. and..

well.. OFCOURSE IMMA DROP! i promise!

i;ve been writing just havent had enough time to post it... thanx for the inquiry PS... youre always showin love.


-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!
peep my lil' page (pic) http://www.webspawner.com/users/delicateaurasoul/index.html

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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Ezzsential
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277. "the beginning of my love, the end of my life"
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Sat Oct-25-03 11:58 AM

  

          

this is long and wack.. and imcomplete.. but it's about my TRUE feelings ( infact, I WISH for someone to read this and tell me how they relate)
It's hard for me to write about my genuine feelings because I go through this constant battle right here:
1) I often feel like people can't relate because my feelings are not cliche.. and are very deep
2) sometimes I feel like a herb for feeling this way
3) but then I dont care what people think
4) while im writing these sappy emotions my pride gets in the way and stops me again (cuz i feel like these feelings are not reciprocated so why deliver them???)
and because of this I have like 6 beginnings and no endings...

or random flashing thoughts...
BUT YO

i wanna reveal the TRUTH...that's what it is...
but im not sure what that is .. czu this situation I'm constantly yearning for never had any closure..


but anyway, here's an explanation I wrote:

Sometimes I wanna die… cuz I feel that I found my soul-mate, husband, love of my life about four-years ago.. and I can’t get past it.
I mean, I thought I got past it since I was in other relationships, and it had been years.. until this cat went to my college .. that was almost EXACTLY like him… he was almost the same height, with dreds, an emcee, even raised by his grandmother.. lol and I liked him A LOT… but he wasn’t “him”.. and as soon as I was able to separate the two… I realized what I was doing.
I had totally recreated the atmosphere with this new guy that I had when I met “him”. All his boys were lyricists of some sort, I would go to this (college) guy’s shows, and write lyrics with this new guy as I had in the past with “him”. But anyway, this guy ended up hurting me (he had a girl ~sigh~) I was really hurt because I guess I felt that I had another chance to feel that way again. My expectations were all wrong, and actually it kind of devastated me to the point where I can’t be in any more relationships. I mean, I have (guy) friends… but I can’t open up again.
I even let myself gain weight n shit cuz I feel it will “protect” me from guys telling me anything to be with me n shit. Its kinda a test to one day receive a love that’s genuine. Especially because how it ended with my son’s father (in 1998), then “him” in about 99’, then I was in a 2.5 year relationship (which I pushed the guy away the whole time because he couldn’t measure to the love I had received from “him”…inbetween that 2.5 year one I also had another relationship where poetry was written and intimate feelings were exchanged, but it was all artificial.)
So, without coming across like a complete victim, I’m here to say today. I’m totally broken. I try to use my emotions constructively (between raising my 6-year-old, maintaining school/work, etc) in poetry.
But its kinda wack to write all your poems in this melancholic state. But I have to write about this pain.. until it just goes away.. or something.. DON'T I??????????

But I guess what hurts me the most is I’m not sure that the only man I ever truly loved, ever truly loved me (it sure seemed like it)(and YES, I’ve loved before and after but it was not even equivalent in any way.. I truly believe that I will NEVER find a love to match.. and I’d rather be alone) .. It's a daily battle... I often wish of him being with me... or if I do something... I know he would have been one of the only people that understood, or would have appreciated it
Maybe it's not just him (protection words) maybe its the ambiguousness of my whole past...
CAN I FUCKING HEAL???????????????????? WILL I???????????
Cuz the reality is.. he’s gone, and yo.. he don't give a fuck about me cuz he would have come back
I aint the type of broad to sit here and act like everything is cool when it's messed up.. and I hurt, daily...
So I continue, until one day… I have some type of revelation.

(shift: anger)

I CANNOT EVOLUTIONIZE TO MINIMIZE THE SIMPLICITIES OF LOVE!~
no matter how i build intellectually,financially, physcologically,etc
my priority is love.
WHY?? should i turn off my genuine,deep emotions cuz the superficial world thrives off of unemotion, deviation, manipulation... AND THINGS THAT ARE TEMPORARY
WHY?? should i get past this (and all my other pain)... so i can't write from a distraught perspective, and create such deep,meaningful poems?
fuck you. this is me. FUCK YOUR POPULARITY CONTEST, FUCK YOUR TRENDS
jump off a fucking cliff because your "emcee" said so.
BITCH... I contain LOVE
somthing far greater than your temporary fixes
and dont think I'm weak because of it
I'LL FIGHT IT TO THE END!
I KNOW I'LL FIGHT THAT SHIT TO THE END!
CUZ I BELIEVE.. and HOPE IS GREATER THAN YOURSELF!

aight.... here's the beginning of my TRUTH!

(shift) idealism

I may parish before i reveal my soul
I kneel at the foot of the synagage like some war-defeated man.
"I have fought for this my whole life, whole life, and when I achieved it.. it left"
>equivalent to:
smudging my lipstick with his fingertips
him, holding me at an angle with his palm supporting my head...
he gazes over me.. in some hovering position...some protective position... my eyes are half-moon shaped, as I look back at him...I AM SAFE NOW, IN HIS ARMS.forever.

I never thought I could collapse like this. I just journeyed back 300 years to where they wrote in emotional outbursts...
and the Gods looked at me on my knees and said
"fighting woman, you have gritted your teeth long enough... fall now, to the earth and become as plush as the grass, mesh solely with your other half now, look no more"
my lips quivered and I fell, and fell and fell and fell.. perpetually...

shift: (elation)
You don’t understand, how i feel for him!
HE IS SAVED, AND TREASURED IN THE DEEPEST ROOTS OF MY SOUL
songs flash as I write..selected clips play.. that apply to my love
I would prove it like some warrior princess, IF I had another chance...
He helped me grow and develop self-awareness, intellect and originality
He showed me real love
He was patient with my bubbliness and immaturity
He NEVER said anything rude or ignorant to me, never ever said some bullshit (yo shorty wanna fuck?)
We shared deep, intimate feelings with eachother (we said we loved eachother over and over and over and over) lol
He wasn’t afraid to share his deepest feelings with me (yo he didnt care what people thought.. he would display it infront of others)
He was hard to others and soft with me (lol curse people out, but never said shit mean to me)
We did stupid things together (cracked on people, made up corny ass words)
YO he wrote me 100 ways why he loved me.. indepthly, as the best christmas present of my life(each number had some lengthy explanation)
we could talk about anything from taking a shit to, our past pains

I cant write anymore, it's still bothering me!!!!!!!... I gotta go back... Ima add more..
I'm a herb, thank you for reading (running from spotlight)


-Stephani
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peep my lil' page (pic) http://www.webspawner.com/users/delicateaurasoul/index.html

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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KnowOne
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300. "RE: the beginning of my love, the end of my life"
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This was beautiful & really honest. I apprecite you sharing this with us. I can relate on so many levels & yet not on others. I'm sorry peeps slept on this one.

Keep Flowin' Sis.......

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

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Ezzsential
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31. "lunaeco"
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Wed Oct-01-03 05:36 AM

  

          

-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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Ezzsential
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32. "P.S."
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Even if you did not respond to my personal messages inviting you to become apart of this I put your name in there (assuming that you may have just been busy)
However, considering this is my first time doing anything like this,if you have any issues regarding this post, what I wrote in this post, AND
IF I FORGOT YOUR NAME, YOU WANT YOUR NAME ADDED...
Please inbox me, and I will add you as soon as possible.

Thank you all.. and much love...
-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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Ezzsential
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47. "*added* slicklyric"
In response to Reply # 32


  

          

-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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slicklyric
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67. "RE: Introductions..."
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Thu Oct-02-03 08:03 AM

          

Name: miss B
Age: 19
Location: London (aka 53rd state of mind...damn this lap dog Blair govt!)

a lil bit about me....I'm vegetarian, my ethnic origin is indian (not native american-but from India!)my interests are ppl,martial arts (no this doesnt mean im the female avtar of Mr Myaghi-nor can i catch flies using chop sticks!) music, art (art=painting/drawing/music/writings/multi-media), im inspired to write based mainly upon life viewed from the microcosom (relationships/self/) and how it resonates into the bigger picture (society/economy/the world).
im also inspired by the concept of God and culture fusions.


other comments.... repect,love and a round of applause to Ezzsential for pulling this togather-thankyou.


























  

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Ezzsential
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102. "that's peace and welcome!"
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glad to know that hiphop inspires all cultures..
heh.. do you rock bindis? I love those things< i know they mean a symbol of marriage in some indian cultures (right?)
but i rock them cuz I think they look sexy

I love how u said this:

im inspired to write based mainly upon life viewed from the microcosom (relationships/self/) and how it resonates into the bigger picture (society/economy/the world).
im also inspired by the concept of God and culture fusions.

that was worded awesomely, I can definately relate to that! and I cant wait to see your writing, so post girl!


-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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slicklyric
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129. "RE: that's peace and welcome!"
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lol..you know the score with the bindi's!....lol....sorry i didnt post earlier, jus been hella busy (actually im pretending to have a lif ), but thankyou for the warm reception.im jus gonna catch up with reading/replying to posts now.

  

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slicklyric
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123. "RE:I need you to hear this now"
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Another day,
viewing life through the eye of the hurricane-
The Last grain is lost-
From the hour glass,
So lets stop hovering over the past.
And get up to evaluate today,
I need you to hear what I have to say-
I need to look at things another way,
And listen,
just for this moment-
Because a moment can be lost in a second-
And seconds,
have made up these memories which awaken,
Every time my eyes close-
Burning in the sky of my mind-
You’ve ashed my rose-
With sweet -smiled,
Honey dipped flames-
For once player-
forfeit the game,
And step up to take the blame.
you think these mere words,
are just plain ink-
But these are my tools that are breaking
The chain link,
And giving me strength to swim
When Boundaries are reduced to rust.
You need to know-
I’m no longer shackled in the mistakes,
So I’m letting you walk away
because
Every breath I take,
exhales life-
And to go on,
Is just playing with-
Time.













  

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PhotoSynthesis
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135. "RE:I need you to hear this now"
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I heard you LOUD & CLEAR! -- ;^) -- Your words have a thick density with intense imagery!


Especially loved these lines right here:

>viewing life through the eye of the hurricane-

>So lets stop hovering over the past.

>Every time my eyes close-
>Burning in the sky of my mind-
>You’ve ashed my rose-
>With sweet -smiled,
>Honey dipped flames-

>you think these mere words,
>are just plain ink-
>But these are my tools that are breaking
>The chain link,
>And giving me strength to swim
>When Boundaries are reduced to rust.

Your whole thought process here was nice~ness, Slick -- But the above words caught my eyes and locked em'.

(((Oh great -- Now I'm crosse~eyed!))) -- *chuckles*

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

  

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gsquared
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Wed Oct-08-03 07:17 AM

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180. "RE:I need you to hear this now"
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...damn, this is quality poetry, I'm hearin it... :>)



"The Hiphop community exists as an international culture of consciousness that provides all races, tribes, religions, and styles of people, a foundation for the communication of their best ideas and works. Hiphop Kulture is united as one multi-skilled, multi-cultural, multi-faith, multi-racial people, committed to the establishment and the development of peace."

--Hiphop declaration of peace, Temple of Hiphop





http://www.GaryPatrickGarry.com

"I'm stalling in flight
Hovering over horizons
Waiting for night"

"My turn to speak in tongues"
--Photosynthesis

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KnowOne
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302. "CoSign"
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n/m

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

IG: KnowOne215 | PS+ ID: KnowOne215

  

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slicklyric
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131. "RE: stone soldier"
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Limestone armour,
and chipped wounds
You
stand
searching
The sulphuric horizon,
Maybe only you can see,
Maybe only you can hear-
Beyond the boundaries of Distance.
Maybe you’ll find,
What you left behind-
The ephemeral pleasures
of conquering
your
First love, or
A Friday night whore.
But then you wouldn’t
Stand
A Hero,
With a pigeon-shit framed name.
And you wouldn’t fulfil
The purpose-
Of reminding us new-age seeds
About the
Golden-Era Greats
Sizzling in the morning dew.
And your youth and calibre
Forever embedded by a
Craftsman’s hand,
Remains more than human
But Less than life.
You are a Masterpiece
Mighty and broken,
In the hollow wind-
You
Stand
Searching,
Alone.


  

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PhotoSynthesis
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136. "Ahhhhhh --"
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This reminds me of ingrained marble -- Cold, hard, but beautiful!

You definitely sculptured a "Stone Soldier" outta your words on this one Missy! -- *smiles*

*Nice*

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

  

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Ezzsential
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48. "*added* MeDiNaStaR"
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-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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Ezzsential
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49. "*added* Sampaguita"
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-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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Ezzsential
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54. "*added* Chibueze"
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-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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Ezzsential
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70. "*added* UntitledThought"
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-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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UntitledThought
Member since Jul 05th 2003
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77. "RE: *added* UntitledThought"
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Thu Oct-02-03 06:12 PM

  

          

Name: Marlene aka the girl with the Soul-Fro, bka SpokenSoul, bka I’ll-prolly-come-up-with-a-better-moniker-as-time-goes-on…

Location: Virginia/DC-Metro Area

Age: 5 pennies, 1 dime and a nickel...

Website/audios/pics: haha…I deleted my migente and blackplanet pages…so…ask and perhaps you shall see…I wanna be felt by my mind and spirit, not because I have a fatty, nah mean?

Personal Info: I’m rather observant but not quite introverted…I’m Salvadoran and Black, multifaceted…I’ll school you on Frida Kahlo, teach you the correct verb transitions in the Spanish language,get you to nod your head to Marvin Gaye (REAL music!), talk your head off about the social plague that attacks Hispanics and other minorities in this day and age, get into a debate with you over civil rights, reparations, the Black Panther Party, show you how to tag your name, teach you to salsa, and make you believe that your conditioning has been conditioned…=o) I’m an amateur photographer (who apparently slept on the Okayphotographers contest) I messed up three rolls of film (and counting) so far…it’s a rare thing to see me in DC without my Nikon, Olympus and my thoughtbook…a psychology major…and a God-fearing woman, on a path to enlightenment.

it's my life to write. if i didn't do it, i don't know how i would breathe.

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much love to Ezz for conjuring up this creation...it's about time the ladies get a chance to shine...

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'it's like i'm
fightin for freedom, writin for freedom...' -Common

'God opposes the proud but gives grace to the humble.'

James 4:6

  

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UntitledThought
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78. "contemplation."
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Before

You turn away with anger
Listen to my thoughts
Watch the words fall from my lips:

I’m only speaking the truth.

I deserve love too.

You weren’t being mature
Telling me I could never understand.
Didn’t need to ‘dummy’ it down for me.

Let me clarify it for YOU.

I deserve to be loved too.

You said sorry to just to play the martyr
But I see right through the transparency
Of your fallacy.

Igual como tú.

I deserved to be loved too.

You could never look into my eyes after the fact
And I felt like torn paper
Fibers floating off into the air

It does nothing to simply think, but saying this soothes.

I deserved to be loved by you, too.

You perhaps will be alarmed
At how I creep into your
Dreams and kiss your forehead, unfazed by your negativity.

Perhaps there lies my proof.

I deserved this love just as much as you.

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'it's like i'm
fightin for freedom, writin for freedom...' -Common

'God opposes the proud but gives grace to the humble.'

James 4:6

  

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gsquared
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181. "RE: contemplation."
In response to Reply # 78


          

...this is really peace, alive...this line is so true of writing:

>>It does nothing to simply think, but saying this soothes.<<
...keep droppin gems like this one...


"The Hiphop community exists as an international culture of consciousness that provides all races, tribes, religions, and styles of people, a foundation for the communication of their best ideas and works. Hiphop Kulture is united as one multi-skilled, multi-cultural, multi-faith, multi-racial people, committed to the establishment and the development of peace."

--Hiphop declaration of peace, Temple of Hiphop





http://www.GaryPatrickGarry.com

"I'm stalling in flight
Hovering over horizons
Waiting for night"

"My turn to speak in tongues"
--Photosynthesis

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KnowOne
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303. "RE: contemplation."
In response to Reply # 78


  

          

I really love these lines:

>You perhaps will be alarmed
>At how I creep into your
>Dreams and kiss your forehead, unfazed by your negativity.
>
>Perhaps there lies my proof.
>
>I deserved this love just as much as you.

Nice piece Sis' Keep FLowin'.......

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

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Ezzsential
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71. "*added* nappiness"
In response to Reply # 32


  

          

-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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nappiness
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84. "RE: *added* nappiness"
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Susceptible
Preferred
Chosen
Feeling ill at ease to feel this way
Love set free from confinement the light at my core
Soothing me in a place unexplored
I let Love into my fortress and from the tower Love sat on high
Love paid attention to details indulging in the panoramic view of my multi-facetness
Affections innocent and unyielding
Sinking into the quick sand of my insecurities
Love surfaced
And from a carafe of sincerity our cup runneth over
Love didn’t gloat that it had conquered me
Pre-dawn ushered in trust
Practicality unwelcomed
Unbridled honesty
An adrenaline rush and affirmation
Feeling fun and funny
Floating on the wings of a fairy
Emancipated from qualifiers
Grown but not all knowing
Love represented the farthest possible extent of both sanity and insanity
But Pixie dust blinded me
Inhibitions betrayed
Love is my hypodermic injection
Inconsistent with reasoning
I lacked mental acuity
Disregarding Love’s toxicity
I continued to figure Love
ASSuming all things were done in the best interest of Love
Now, I write these words releasing Love into the universe
Logically I know it’s best to let go
And I have no regrets
B/c at the highest height of rage Love brought me peace
Inconceivable for a strong sistah
But even the strongest Queen has been weakened by Love
Love will never know this poem was written
And the person that will think it’s written for them will be sadly mistaken

9.14.03
Revised 9.22.03
© NaPpYnEsS
Veronica Precious Bohanan

---------------
Veronica-Precious
'Moon'

Check out my publishing company
UnSilenced Woman Press
www.unsilencedwomanpress.com


AquaMoon
Aqua Beats and Moon Verses: Volume I
http://www.spokenexistence.com/aqua_moon.html

  

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KnowOne
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304. "I love the ending...."
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perfect way to close it.


Keep Flowin' Sis'...........

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

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85. "RE: *added* nappiness"
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Name: veronica precious bohanan
Pen Name: NaPpYnEsS
Location: Chicago
Age: 29
Website/audios/pics: http://nappyness.diaryland.com
Personal Info: I'm an African displaced in the americas.
I am always busy, maybe i am running from something, maybe i am running to something....
My constant search for peace, nikki giovanni, j. california cooper, pain, happiness, children, Black folx, contradictions, friends, love, ignorance, stupidity, innocence, and breath inspires me to write.

---------------
Veronica-Precious
'Moon'

Check out my publishing company
UnSilenced Woman Press
www.unsilencedwomanpress.com


AquaMoon
Aqua Beats and Moon Verses: Volume I
http://www.spokenexistence.com/aqua_moon.html

  

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Ezzsential
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82. "*added* Siren"
In response to Reply # 32


  

          

-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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Ezzsential
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189. "*added* marmari"
In response to Reply # 32


  

          

-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!
peep my lil' page (pic) http://www.webspawner.com/users/delicateaurasoul/index.html

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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191. "*added* Ambergirl"
In response to Reply # 32


  

          

-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!
peep my lil' page (pic) http://www.webspawner.com/users/delicateaurasoul/index.html

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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Ambergirl
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279. "Ambergirl"
In response to Reply # 191


          

Name:Amber Williams
Locatio urham, NC (aint nuthin like the South, yall)
Age:29
Personal Info:
I don't know if I have a writing style - I dream alot of poems then wake up and write them down so every one is for its own space and time - I am trying to grow more and utilize some of the forms I've learned since being on OKP.

Audre Lorde, June Jordan, Ntozake, Shawne Johnson - some of my favorite poets
Top of favorite list: My little girl, Asantewaa
Its interesting, because after I had her almost five years ago I could barely write or read or anything because I was so enraptured with this little person. Now, she is a big part of why I am writing again.

_____________________________

divided
you wanna walk ahead of me
and the fact that you can't
is a thorn
now ain't it? ~Nathaniel


So it is better to speak/
remembering/we were never
meant to survive
Audre Lorde


Don't believe me/Keep

  

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Ambergirl
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280. "The Time of the Father"
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I know this post is supposed to be about love of some kind so I hope you all don't mind me stretching a little to shout-out my dad real quick. He's done a lot for a sista, especially lately so this is where I'm at right now. Peace




The Time of the Father

Messages follow like afternoon shadows
late but leaning on me
reminding me it is so
my father did not leave words
but blueprints
he'd say the writing on the wall
I call it inference
how was I to take heavy hands moving from strong shoulders
boulders bewildering me
turn off that TV
do something productive
like writing a poem, reading a lesson, throwing a ball, sharing a word
making music, listening to elders, watching liquid sunshine spill across fenders
tease to-be kings, pick up clothes, save a life, maybe my own?

how was I to take actions that spoke louder
than words rarely spoken
he wanted his girlchildren to see
the sound of a man doing much for many
booms quietly in a house
as loud as ours
when I wanted the luxury of everything laid out for me
female and unfree
thinking I was owed something
how was I to take a man African as me
still marching towards freedom?

many times I missed a step
distracted by peddlers of Want and Need
and everything in between
But your path was not lost to me, father
the road you took to get to this place
weeping trees haunting you on either side
still moaning the blood of your own
it is not lost on me

How many times you must have fought
unnwanted and wary
to be unbroken
to keep your spirits high
to keep your spirit (Don't let it die, don't let it die, don't let it die)

You must have envied the fathers of boys
who'd speak with pride
while girls are messy
costly and sometimes even unkind
Yet you held that inside
counted us your jewels
stored energy, concentrated, warm
waiting on sun to be reborn

Bright as we be, something must have been right
the reach of love, the arm of light
some safe space, a comforting quiet
the books you left everywhere like
clues to a treasure hunt
the laws you lived by
truer than any words
you left those for me to try
so I thank you for safe space
thank you for quiet
thank you for the belt
thank you for leaving us be
thank you for never leaving us
thank you for leaving room
for flowers to bloom

_____________________________

divided
you wanna walk ahead of me
and the fact that you can't
is a thorn
now ain't it? ~Nathaniel


So it is better to speak/
remembering/we were never
meant to survive
Audre Lorde


Don't believe me/Keep

  

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KnowOne
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305. "this was still about love..."
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and a beautiful piece of work....

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

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Ambergirl
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281. "Still Growing"
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And thus the sig. Bless, yall.





where the letters of love are tightly sewn
look and see how we've grown
bright and beautiful still
but separate, never the same
I miss your spirit, how you glow
how you break me, you remake me
I know you are still beautiful
excited when happy
unmoving when your thoughts are planted
the seed is still in me
and changes with my seasons
as I unravel the reasons I left
how does one move from a life so true
I still taste your smell
bleed from your misunderstanding
listen for your laugh
see myself searching in dreams

I've stopped waiting on the call
asking me to try
telling me why
you even lean on your own
your doubts you won't share
your hopes don't find me
though I feel them just there

Last I saw you - your hair
uncovered, looked neat and dark
around your brown face
still growing
I'm sure even you will open enough
for the woman I could not be
to come in
to care for the hair
I love but had to leave
to care for you
who I love but had to leave
we have known a love
that never leaves
don't believe me
Keep Knowing

Keep Growing



_____________________________

divided
you wanna walk ahead of me
and the fact that you can't
is a thorn
now ain't it? ~Nathaniel


So it is better to speak/
remembering/we were never
meant to survive
Audre Lorde


Don't believe me/Keep

  

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Ezzsential
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193. "*added* auspicious"
In response to Reply # 32


  

          

-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!
peep my lil' page (pic) http://www.webspawner.com/users/delicateaurasoul/index.html

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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Ezzsential
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254. "*added* imagination_7"
In response to Reply # 32


  

          

-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!
peep my lil' page (pic) http://www.webspawner.com/users/delicateaurasoul/index.html

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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Imagination_7
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269. "Hello! My intro..."
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Name: Lesley
Location: Indianapolis, IN No, I don’t like racing and I have never de tasseled corn. It’s not so bad here.
Age: 24
Website/audios/pics: none
Personal Info: I am a black girl most definitely. I look like a sixteen year old with 60 year old eyes. (Don’t laugh… someone pointed that out and it’s true.) Divorced mother of two. A displaced culinarian who works 9-5 in an office instead of cooking, baking, and creating like I love and went to college for. My favorite things??? My children and the time I share with them whether it is painting together or chasing one while the other is on my back in Barnes and Noble. They are my light right now. Without them, I’m lost. If I do get free time I read, create, garden, study astrology, mysticism/religion minus the dogma, and enjoy my friends and family. I escape to Chicago to see my sister/kindred spirit as time allows. Not the most exciting life but I am blessed. I write what I feel. Or try to. That’s been a hard process for me because I used to write how I wish things were or what would please others and now it is more for self. It’s my therapy! I have crappy insurance so it’s all I’ve got. God knows I need it. I have been inspired by my dysfunctional family, rejection, life experiences, nature, mostly love, anything that gets trapped in my mind and I can’t let out without writing it down. I’m still to hyper to write like I should but it’s a learning experience. I am growing and loving the talent on these boards. (Ya’ll help me pass many a boring hour at work!)

I
Love you
Even if
You ignore me
Seems like I like your brand of pain


My work to follow… thanks for welcoming me ladies!




"Live out of your imagination, not your history."
-Stephen Covey

Lesley

  

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Natalie
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271. "At last, she ascends on us!"
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Happy to meet you, Lesley! I like your bit about crappy insurance, lol. Hey, write what you feel when you can and when you want or need to, those are the moments when you are meant to be writing. Keep letting you define you and let life lead you.

Peace,

n.

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"I'm a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket and I'm waiting for my rocket to come." - Jason Mraz

"Conformity is the refuge of a stagnant mind."

  

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Imagination_7
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273. "RE: At last, she ascends on us!"
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LOL! Same here Natalie. I need to get through all the lovely pieces here in the female collabo BUT first and foremost I want to thank you for being so kind and welcoming to me. That's what sisterhood is all about!


"Live out of your imagination, not your history."
-Stephen Covey

Lesley

  

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Imagination_7
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272. "Our Proclamation"
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I've had a hard time trying to figure what to say about love. Sooo, I wrote this a few minutes ago about my ongoing situation and I'll use this first. There's more to come.


We fenced for
Almost a decade
Exhausting
Our souls
Then
Recuperating
Enough to utter
Our proclamation
I am love
We are love
This is love
Back and forth
Becoming out of
Breath with each
Abusive thrust
We
Rested and fought
Until someone
Was wounded
And retreated
To heal
In the dark
Sprawling
Alone moments
That choked
Our chi
We
Half heartedly
Moved on
To make our
Own families
And lives
Motions
To forget
The others
Smiling Face
Musical Laugh
The powerful
Pressure
Of our embrace
Over and under
Minutes, days, and years
Through betrayal
A cancelled wedding
Past embarrassment
Withdrawal
And perceived hatred
We returned
Only to find that
Love is not a game
Our proclamation
Wasn’t our truth
I am love
We aren’t love
This isn’t love
Our love hurts
Let’s put down
Our swords
And quit





"Live out of your imagination, not your history."
-Stephen Covey

Lesley

  

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Natalie
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274. "RE: Our Proclamation"
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i really liked this piece. structure is what makes it for me. also, the end ties so well into the beginning. much enjoyed, it doesn't at all feel forced or disjointed.

peace,

n.

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"I'm a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket and I'm waiting for my rocket to come." - Jason Mraz

"Conformity is the refuge of a stagnant mind."

  

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KnowOne
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306. "RE: Our Proclamation"
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nice.........

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

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Imagination_7
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270. "Hello... my intro"
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Name: Lesley
Location: Indianapolis, IN No, I don’t like racing and I have never de tasseled corn.  It’s not so bad here.
Age: 24
Website/audios/pics: none
Personal Info: I am a black girl most definitely. I look like a sixteen year old with 60 year old eyes. (Don’t laugh… someone pointed that out and it’s true.) Divorced mother of two. A displaced culinarian who works 9-5 in an office instead of cooking, baking, and creating like I love and went to college for. My favorite things??? My children and the time I share with them whether it is painting together or chasing one while the other is on my back in Barnes and Noble. They are my light right now. Without them, I’m lost. If I do get free time I read, create, garden, study astrology, mysticism/religion minus the dogma, and enjoy my friends and family. I escape to Chicago to see my sister/kindred spirit as time allows. Not the most exciting life but I am blessed. I write what I feel. Or try to. That’s been a hard process for me because I used to write how I wish things were or what would please others and now it is more for self. It’s my therapy! I have crappy insurance so it’s all I’ve got.  God knows I need it. I have been inspired by my dysfunctional family, rejection, life experiences, nature, mostly love, anything that gets trapped in my mind and I can’t let out without writing it down. I’m still to hyper to write like I should but it’s a learning experience. I am growing and loving the talent on these boards. (Ya’ll help me pass many a boring hour at work!)
I
Love you
Even if
You ignore me
Seems like I like your brand of pain


My work to follow… thanks for welcoming me ladies!


"Live out of your imagination, not your history."
-Stephen Covey

Lesley

  

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Ezzsential
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259. "*added* BlackIvy"
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-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!
peep my lil' page (pic) http://www.webspawner.com/users/delicateaurasoul/index.html

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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Ezzsential
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33. "COMMENTS/LOVE"
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-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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KnowOne
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35. "as PG said.....this will be epic"
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I can't wait. Do ya thang ladies.....


"I sing in strokes of indigo blues
From fountain pens lit with a poetic fuse" ~ PhotoSynthesis

"I'm nothing like me....." - KnowOne

"Take me out ur Sigs!!!"-madwriter

"I sit on language and
eat it raw and
smell it's sweet aroma and
I hear it in
places that have sound but
no words "-gsquared

"I have a shadow that
needs your
color. " - presyzion


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

IG: KnowOne215 | PS+ ID: KnowOne215

  

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Ezzsential
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36. "CAN U SAY FRONT PAGE?"
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since it is OKPFEMALES MONTH it should be featured on the front page. shouldnt it?
shiiiieeet.. who wants to take the initiave?? j/p
thanx knowone for anchoring =)and the support

-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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delrica
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41. "RE: COMMENTS/LOVE"
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wow...we're anchored!!! YAY!!

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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

  

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Decstar
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44. "RE: COMMENTS/LOVE"
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this couldnt have came at a better time. it's okayladies month and ezz is makin tha best of it. umph, i had tha joy to work, respond and be inspired by these wonderful ladies. this gonna be beautiful. watch out for my baby, she got some fire to unleash.

"There is nothing more poetic, but depressing than a male writer" -yours truly

  

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Toothpick
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46. "damn...."
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now this is some shit. I'm loving it, and practically ain't nothin even been posted yet

ups for Ezz, pat yaself on the back for this one!

peace,
-Tp


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http://fivedeadlyeverythings.wordpress.com
bamf.

  

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Natalie
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50. "RE: damn...."
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and would you believe that girlie almost forgot to include herself on this list????? now everyone stay on her to not just moderate this, but to be her poetic self. *smile, steph!*

*holding up the three cheers sign for ezz-steph*

n.

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

"I'm a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket and I'm waiting for my rocket to come." - Jason Mraz

"Conformity is the refuge of a stagnant mind."

  

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MayoKing
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115. "just wanted to say i fully support this :)"
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i was skeptic, but y'all doing the damn thing!

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It's good to be the King.

  

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delrica
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211. "RE: COMMENTS/LOVE"
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this is/was/will forever be...

beautiful.

go head steph!! and all you ladies!!

----------------------
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

  

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Toothpick
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241. "just checkin in"
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shit is still crazy. And for the record, I now officially have a crush on *all* of you, tee-hee

*blushes*
*pops collar, runs to washroom and hide*

peace,
-Tp

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http://fivedeadlyeverythings.wordpress.com
bamf.

  

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PG
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34. "WOW !----!----!"
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I hope you all perticipate cause that is a big list and it would be amazing to see this go down forreal... This is gonna be epic...

Yo I'm first inline at the ticket booth... someone validate my parking?

Peace and Respect to you all Ladies

now let us have it

Pappa

  

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One_Man_Amazin
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45. "say werd!!!"
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what that cat said!!!


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
a tank full of gas ..$20
a new fit to wear at Dream....$200
culb hoping in the Gardens..Bar None ..Culb U ..and Dream...$250
to hear all the Young's and Joe's at

  

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Ezzsential
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59. "word PG! i hope so too!"
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It would be dope if we could truly put the "fam" back up in the boards instead of just saying it =/.


-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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Siren
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79. "*ahem*"
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can i get in on this, ladies?
i used to bless this here board way back when...

  

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Natalie
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93. "did anyone know..."
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that Atlas (that mind-bender of a poster *smile*) was female? she needs to be included...unless i'm mistaken...?

n.

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"I'm a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket and I'm waiting for my rocket to come." - Jason Mraz

"Conformity is the refuge of a stagnant mind."

  

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PhotoSynthesis
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94. "*hmmmmmm*"
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Atlas's profile says he's a male.

Just click on the lil' face/head (2 the right) of one of his posts and peep!

(Unless he/she gave erroneous info) -- *shruggs*

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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Natalie
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108. "second that *hmmmmmm*"
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see, i was reading one of atlas' replies to something and it definitely sounded like atlas was identifying self as female, but i've been mulling it over and being the mind bender that atlas has proven to be...well, what do i know?

peace,

n.

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

"I'm a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket and I'm waiting for my rocket to come." - Jason Mraz

"Conformity is the refuge of a stagnant mind."

  

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THELIONESS
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96. "RE: THE FIRST OFFICIAL OKP FEMALE COLLABORATION!!!!!"
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My name is Tina-Marie im 17 year old Native American who Lives in Jemez Pueblo, New Mexico. i love hip-hop music and reggae and a little bit of Jazz. i started writting in 8th grade because it let me free my mind. today, i am insipired my the my bestbuds THE SOUL SEEKERS!! theyve taught me soo much about music life and have always showed me mad love.
thanks.

  

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THELIONESS
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97. "RE: THE FIRST OFFICIAL OKP FEMALE COLLABORATION!!!!!"
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its just us and lust
wrapped around us
free from fuss
moving at fast pace so fuck the dust as long as i can see the open road in front of me
ive the left the bullshit behind with debri
next stop is oppritunity for both you and me
78 miles per hour
welcome to purity the city of the soul
entering that path of eternity
as we know it
now behold weve reached the gold listening to the untold stories of love unfold
as we face the facts right before our eyes
if we knew from the start then its not a suprise
an as for my car i put it on cruise control as we stroll foward in life always thinking twice
but ignoring the after thoughts
this is how far our love has made it and its not comming to a stop
because
i love you like hip-hop or like words on a thoughtless afternoon
better yet i lve you like springtime weather
untill it ends in june, see
im gazing at the stars on a clear night
writting to the light of the moon
translating the whispers of the wind to paper by pen
and then adding our sense of affection
the vibes you send me are like music to my ears...
is this love
is this love
is this love
is this love that im feeling
i could go on and on with affectionate words
but terms cannot express the way i want to caress you
i said: terms cannot express the way i want to caress you
i want to feel your tender sweet body
and arouse your inner desires into mine
love like
breathing a sweet lullyby into the sound of the sky quietly our bodies will lay intertwined
as kisses get deeper..
close your eyes
and leave the rest to your mind and you will find yourself lost in a neverending love story.our love story

...peace

  

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THELIONESS
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98. "a real quick something else."
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you are my friend and my every fantasy
your like a passionate sweet kiss with a little toung to make it nasty....
just right for me
but i need something true
lke my love for him
unlike these feelings for you
im so unsure of what to do
its like i own two cents but i dont have a clue
i feel like a girl in the 60's without a hair-do
i know i love him but im infatuated by you
this is bullshit and like 6 inches deep
so many fucking thoughts on my mind its hard to sleep
how could have done what i did and still continue to do..
i love you so much but i need affection
to be touched
to be loved
to be wanted
he gives me what i need
but it leaves my soul feeling haunted...
lust is a must
when it is tempatation
my love for him is not for real
but like a demonsrtation
i show him how it could be and how lucky you are to have me
but i let it get the best of me and now i cant stand
what ive done to my word.

...peace

  

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PantheraLeo
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146. "RE: THE FIRST OFFICIAL OKP FEMALE COLLABORATION!!!!!"
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if this piece had leaves i would wrap it and smoke it.


high grade.


irations

~~~~~~~~~~~~
Gotta Hotter Ink Blotter
~~~~~~~~~~~~

  

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Ezzsential
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149. "lolol.. thanx"
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-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!
peep my lil' page (pic) http://www.webspawner.com/users/delicateaurasoul/index.html

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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KnowOne
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307. "RE: THE FIRST OFFICIAL OKP FEMALE COLLABORATION!!!!!"
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this was just beautiful........

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

IG: KnowOne215 | PS+ ID: KnowOne215

  

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Ezzsential
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100. "*added* THELIONESS (above)"
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-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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THELIONESS
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148. "RE: *added* THELIONESS (above)"
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cool

  

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Ezzsential
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130. "LADIES HELP MEE!!!!"
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YO I have a tourney poll up, and been asking cats to vote on it so we can come down to the TWO finalists

it's me or jayare
dave or mayoking..

PLEASE VOTE ALL!!!! I put some polls up
we worked real hard and want to come with the finalists for thing damn thang! so your support is needed.
thank you so much.


-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!
peep my lil' page (pic) http://www.webspawner.com/users/delicateaurasoul/index.html

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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PhotoSynthesis
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156. "RE: LADIES HELP MEE!!!!"
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I didn't leave any comments, but I already voted on both polls awhile back!

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

  

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Ezzsential
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164. "thanx girl!"
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much appreciated.

-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!
peep my lil' page (pic) http://www.webspawner.com/users/delicateaurasoul/index.html

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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Otto
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143. "whoa...hold up"
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3rd i
is a female?

dag...i aint know that...much love to ya sis...

-Otto

  

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isis
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151. "isis"
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....contact me. i have a couple of ideas
which i think you may be quite interested
in.

inbox or email: ninagambina@aol.com

~_^

----------------------------
i s i s.

  

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Ezzsential
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163. "who? hehe.."
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and if youre a female let me know.. peace


-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!
peep my lil' page (pic) http://www.webspawner.com/users/delicateaurasoul/index.html

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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Ambergirl
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Tue Oct-07-03 07:32 AM

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165. "RE: who? hehe.."
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Peace All,

This topic alone has moved me to finally register on the boards. I've been visiting OKP for the news for years and just recently starting checking out the boards. After reading every single poem posted on this thread and wanting to cry, shout, and hold each one of you close - I had to register so I could tell you how baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad yall are.

Sistas poet on! If I can get added to the list, I'd love it. I'd be honored to be in such company.


_____________________________

divided
you wanna walk ahead of me
and the fact that you can't
is a thorn
now ain't it? ~Nathaniel


So it is better to speak/
remembering/we were never
meant to survive
Audre Lorde


Don't believe me/Keep

  

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Ezzsential
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190. "wow!!!! (smile)"
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I'm so happy that you feel that way! no doubt u can be down.. I'll add jaa name right now..

and welcome to okp freestyle!



-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!
peep my lil' page (pic) http://www.webspawner.com/users/delicateaurasoul/index.html

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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auspicious
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167. "how can a newbie get down with this?"
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send a message to my inbox?

  

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186. "wriggle in and make yourself at home"
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[]

*********

Not everything is as difficult as you want to make it.

I have changed my AIM if you want to say Hi click on my orange man

  

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Ezzsential
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192. "RE: how can a newbie get down with this?"
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anyone can be down.. (well this is a female post, so excluding the guys for now lol)

I added ur name, girl

thanx for the interest! and welcome to OKP!




-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!
peep my lil' page (pic) http://www.webspawner.com/users/delicateaurasoul/index.html

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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Chaste_Souls
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Thu Oct-09-03 06:15 PM

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198. "RE: how can a newbie get down with this?"
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Your poetry is always SIzzLinG, Congrats

Bless

  

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ergobliss
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246. "GOD DAMN!!"
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dang.. sorry i haven't been on the boards in a while.. my comp sucks like you wouldn't believe..
but im still interested in this collabo thing goin' on..
aight a lil bout me:

Name:Felicia, or flex ali ( i ain't muslim but maybe someday i'll be, lol)
Location:reppin' t.o
Age:17 ..
Website/audios/pics:got none..
Personal Info: Im inspired to write by who that allows me to find, my stealth peace of mind in the serenity of their hands..
im inspired to write by who that help me Find my truth in
The reflection of half hearted Crescent moons, Decending, and collecting my youth in half the time, it takes me to gain strength and say the things i need to say..

-when does this thing start?

  

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Ezzsential
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252. "yo bliss"
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your name is in the post.. could u post under that pleeeeeeeeez? (more peeps will notice it that way, thanx) and welcome!!!!!!
also, thanx for the compliment


-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!
peep my lil' page (pic) http://www.webspawner.com/users/delicateaurasoul/index.html

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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DanjaRuss
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249. "I LOVE Women...does that count??"
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probably not ..ah well, I'm VERY impressed with this post and the contents there in, y'all are representing something vivious with this..great stuff.

I hereby approve.proceed.

---------Q------------


"..if One Man's amazin..pray tell, where does that leave You??"-D/russ

  

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LaDeeDeF_99
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251. "just wanted to say..."
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lots of love to all the ladies in this collaboration...and to the ladies who arent in the collab as well.

remember, our strongest assest is our gender. dont let anyone tell you thats not important. people may come and go...things may pop up and disappear...but your pride and self-worth will always be there if you nurture it.

*big cheesy smile*
great job ladies (NOT GIRLS...LADIES!) im trying my best to read each and every piece. its taking me a minute but its wonderful. thank you...really.

peace
ladeedef

  

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daisysuicidesparkler
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Thu Oct-16-03 12:59 PM

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255. "werd."
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******************************
******************************
"I do not believe that I am now dreaming, but I cannot prove that I am not."
-- Bertrand Russell

"You are the all singing, all dancing, crap of the world."
-- Narrator / Tyler Durden, Fight Club

"Few people understand the psychology of dealing with a
highway traffic cop. Your normal speeder will panic and immediately
pull over to the side. This is wrong. It arouses contempt in the
cop-heart. Make the bastard chase you. He will follow."
-- Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

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"I do not believe that I am now dreaming, but I cannot prove that I am not."
-- Bertrand Russell

  

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Ezzsential
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265. "thanx ladee...."
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for the love.


-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!
peep my lil' page (pic) http://www.webspawner.com/users/delicateaurasoul/index.html

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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Trace
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261. "finally got my piece posted up there."
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sorry it tooked so long.

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marmari
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262. "marmari"
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the intro

Name: lenée
Location: 2one5
Age: 23
Website/audios/pics: see the sig for blog linkage
Personal Info:
daydreambelievin libra, writin since 13, sometimes college student, all the time learnin . . . i write for me & you, him, her . . . i think activism should be in one's blood.
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make my skip.

the okayquote corner:

niggas can't fight the inclination to be typical. © aeon

don't suck his dick no more either © mash_comp

yay bitch © ronni

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

  

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Ezzsential
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Sat Oct-18-03 05:59 AM

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264. "your name is up there =X"
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it just gets more recognition that way...
but.. its your thang. and welcome! glad to have you, girl!



-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!
peep my lil' page (pic) http://www.webspawner.com/users/delicateaurasoul/index.html

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me



the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

  

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Jaye Swigga
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283. "Hey?!!! Good idea!"
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---AND, ON THE 8TH DAY, GOD CREATED SWIGGA ... AND SHE WAS VERY, VERY GOOD :=)-

main jawn likes it: www.divasincharge.com/SwiggasBossy.mp3

Challenge what u THINK u know: http://www.WhatThePeopleREALLYThink.com ®

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delrica
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Fri Oct-31-03 11:45 AM

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310. "Thank You!!!"
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Thank you to all the ladies who contributed and a HUGE thank you to Steph for organizing this wonderful collaborative effort!!!

Ladies, you are all extremely talented and it was wonderful reading your work.

And thank you to the folks who showed love and gave feedback.

peace

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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"

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