i write cuz i'm sick cuz i got diseased infested words that ooze like puz from my pen see the reason i write is because my vocal cords got cut by that nigga that didn't want me to tell him it was ova. when i write i release all my demons that constantly seek to sodomize my soul. It ain't all good. mainly it's pain. hurting aching type pain. The type pain that keeps u alone in the house. When i write my pen cries cuz i no longer have the tears to shed. I am cracked like glass vases dropped on linolum floors. Shattered
When i write i die a thousand deaths seeking solace in the stillness at the end of my poems. Like china blossoms on spring days. I fall effortlessly off a cliff into nothingness.
i wanted to taste of heaven but instead i was served bitter fruit on a bed of regret.
i can't keep shuffling backwards over the same sour grounds Suckling excuses like nectur from the breast of misery.
So i wrote.
my head is pounding like death knocking at the door in Beethovan's 5. So i write to silence that noise
infidelity is all he promised me hidden lies, sequestered truth
See i know the uglier truth of what shoulda been said. This is not just a poem this is part of the life i’ve led
Mainly i’m just a lazy ass nigga with a fetish for poets and emcees and a talent for writing
my path is littered with half-written love poems and a mouth full of forgotten metaphors i called out in my sleep
if u've ever read my writings then i'm sorry cuz i aint that deep
i coulda been more but i aint shit i was slashin wrists as i wrote this
see...i told u i was sick
*silence*
i simply want to be the love song dangling from her lips-Saul Williams
Thats kinda where I am. I don't think my writing has the same effect when I spit it. I'd rather write it & let the reader form their own interpretations. Plus I don't think I do my pieces justice when I read them so I usually have other people read em'. Thats the main reason I have yet to do an open mic. I feel ya..... Keep Flowin'......
_________________________________________ "Too weird to live.... too rare to die..."
6. "RE: I Write (SLam edition)" In response to Reply # 0
maad feelin' you on this...
"i can't keep shuffling backwards over the same sour grounds Suckling excuses like nectur from the breast of misery.
So i wrote."
and concerning reading our works, yeah...I sometimes think it is best for others to read it, be the voice for us instead of the actual writer reading it all the time...
Peace
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7. "RE: I Write (SLam edition)" In response to Reply # 0
ok I am ol' skool feelin every part of dis but I do need a little help translate "slashin wrists when I wrote this" 3rdi you definitely have the pulse of sistahs i only wonder about and now their voice I hear thru you angry, sensative succumb to numbness to survive, and sensual with an aggression that will 'murder' the fake at heart...? ASIEM "Kuun fiyah Kuun" Quran (Be and it is) " A writer takes his pen to write the words again that all in love is fair" Stevie Wonder checkout this site http://4luvofpoetry.com www.poetology.com
"keep pennin till the earth birth's your rightful seed then nurture it wit more ink..." ASIEM "Kuun fiyah Kuun" Quran (Be and it is) " A writer takes his pen to write the words again that all in love is fair" Stevie Wonder
13. "RE: I Write (SLam edition)" In response to Reply # 0
Damnnnn!
You have an "artful" way with words that aligns the imagination with thought patterns -- Like Feng Shui! ... :^)
Good reasons for writing too!
~Sickness Wit a Temperature~
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 ♥
_____________________________ DC in 2003...come on. u know u want to.
...she found you still loving her soul thru the flesh taught me your first language gave you back your name and kissed you for me. (c) me
"as moons and responsibilities confound me/and death is my messiah, distantly arriving/winged and unconquerable/in the knowledge that I shall rest/I can continue, ever." (c) limbic_system