Poetry / colored blocks
on the frontline
sunshine
is tearing on my nerves again
introduced to the night
got used to the night
but ill fight to see some right again
bright lines
deviding the colors
on the cold concrete guerrilla feet try recover
with an ear to the street
an eye to the sky
fully trained dope nose
seek out the scent of a lie
a trail that for miles
goes way back into time
like a family tree
its a family scheme
drain the wells till their dry
less for you more for I
while the girl down the block
is selling ass for some rock
the one with no words
without property
convinced herself the work is
worth it
if its cooked properly
devoted to vice
her faded yellowing eyes
could not have possibly
discerned a structure
built just for her
its the new age caste-systema
and these lines just wont blur
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Nice job creating a flowing poem – I think it would work well as slam poetry. The last few lines seem the best thought out; “and these lines just won’t blur” just seemed to fit really well. If you want to try to get this published, I would give it a read-through for grammer and spelling.
Good luck! Glad to be friends :)
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