Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
You talked that shit about me now you probably bout to buy it. I write my voices down to give ourself some peace and quiet.
By Andrew Wallace5 years ago in Poets
I remember I was dying to see you. Friday night, 7pm at your place. Your drunk brown eyes looking at me as I was a God. Stoli’s* in our veins; Our sex was arcade -
By Diana5 years ago in Poets
So .. I was Invited to a party this week. Not so good with those, knowing I'll only pick up every bodies energies. full of broken hearts and empty souls... feeling bored and don't know where to go. why would I want to breath that In?
By Trinity Love5 years ago in Poets
How beautiful you are Dancing to the beat of life Spreading pollen So pollination is only right How beautiful you are Suckling the sweet nectar
By Jeanine Christopher5 years ago in Poets
Read this well. I came to share my art. Every day i'll come give you my heart. Been writing since I was ten . Now I'm really focused been hard to use a pen.
By E.A. Jane5 years ago in Poets
The Requested Mixtape (A Cassette's Story) Side B:They.....(his first entry) In my writing journey I have come to know
By Darice C Farrell5 years ago in Poets
Most of the time I can keep it together And then there are moments like this where the pain creeps in from being so stuffed away
By Shirley Belk5 years ago in Poets
So… The time has come to say farewell. No. Not yet. I have come to say hello. So. Hi, high school. Hi staff, students, and parents who love it.
By Jesse Gerlach5 years ago in Poets
Tattoos: publically defined as: “the act or practice of marking the skin with indelible patterns, pictures, legends, etcetera, by making punctures in it and inserting pigments.” Boring.
When I was younger, I sought life in all the wrong places, Hell was a norm for me, boredom equating to compromise of integrity and my body.
My birthday was August 30th, And I turned 35. And my aunt made a happy little spread: A pretty banner, Shiny balloons,
By Veronica Williams5 years ago in Poets
RAW NOT READY FOR CONSUMPTION OOZING BLOOD NOT COOKED COULD CAUSE ILLNESS OR DEATH DANGEROUS TOXIC THAT IS THE HURT I AM FEELING
