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when rhymes start poppin'and beats start flowin'it's probably a signthat it's time to get goingmaybe just maybe even
((( CAUSE A COMMOTION )))
Poetry lives in my very soul
poetry fills my spirit to the brim
i let the expression of myself flow
i am a mortal but i hope
my words they flow forever
i look for the good in life
There you were standing, stalled
Your eyes, a deer in headlights, lights
They held a killer cold hue
The best was given
Yet, it wasn’t good enough for you
From a desk
Looking out
See the array of stars
Mysterious, cryptic
Like the souls of all you know
In the Nexus of dreams
Ideas to explore
Vast and intricate
Some simple yet potent
I am free
I am open
I am a flowing river with words streaming
from my fingertips
pooling on paper.
Expression.
I am alive in a world where many are dead
or maybe not really dead
Dear Papa, at night i would open my window to touch the warm breeze that sang me to sleep every night the moon the last image to grace my eyes before slumber i grew up with mama telling me to be wary of the moon to never look through the glass at
There's a battle for your mind but you say it's just fine
pulling a 9 to your head it's the walking dead
Not since the day of creation did we stand with ovation
A seed was drop from a farmers bag that was bad
I would settle normally informally to rebuttal back at the attacks I’ve had a lot the bullies in my past I dissed em.
I am not a cuphalf emptyI am fully complete.My cup has beenpoured into and filled.I am overflowinglike a spring.Now I have enough to spread.I will pour myselfinto others.
At one point in my life,
I lacked things to do,
So I pulled out an old journal,
And that I went through,
I read the poetry I used to write and figured,
that if back then I could write,
Rain, Rain
Some say you're pain.
You can destroy a community
to which there is no immunity.
Like strong coffee,
you'd want to off me
If you really knew the true me.
You say it's a new me.
I think you never knew me.
Tell me
Can you handle me with
#NoFilter?
This sadness.
I feel my chest being crushed ever so slowly.
Pushing harder and slower. Farther and lower.
My heart throbs like a beating drum before battle.
Type.
Just type.
My fingers dangle above the keyboard,
Splashing each word, verb, sentence-
That comes to mind.
The words are like snow to me:
Soft,
Delicate,
And pure.
In this small heart
In the final wish
The first is a mistake
Separate by an additional space
In this case
To replace
The taste
Of sympathetic reader
And supportive critic
Universal infinite, as strung upon the stars
Collapsing voids, swirling masses of rock and gas, slowly losing solid grasp
Drifting into worlds where the unknown dominates a presence of oxygen
-The smell of wet leaves, and seeing bald trees
-Shows something to me, the the flow of things coming and going
-Knowing this scene was meant to be
-"Falling Into Autum" isn't an easy thing
It fills the air,
Without a care.
It sings a song,
All day long.
It dances around,
It pulses the ground.
It envelops ears,
It's everything we hear.
It breathes,
It weaves.
Creative juices flow...
Like a gentle stream that comes to an island and must choose if the waters flow: left or right
What to write?
In a second
A resurgent flow
Ideas abstract
Yet overwhelming
The force of the Tiber
Powers the pen
Sinks the mind
Drowns the doubt
A river of thought.
My feet are set
I am down and ready
My brow breaks into a sweat
But I keep my focus steady
Bang! My heart leapt with the shot
My adrenaline began to flow
My blood ran hot
As I let my body go
We fear rejection, we want attention, We crave affection and dream of perfectionWe wanna screw life; penetrationBut shes screws us over; procrastination In the end we end up jerking ourselves; masturbation
I want to arise like a phoenix from the ashes
Live for the moment and everything else can reside where the past is
You’ve been there, done that, it’s all said and done
Like Joey said:
It's more than obvious; we live in a cold world
Where society's aim is impregnate every boy and girl
We fall for lies, sewn to the pattern of the embezzlement ties
