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AGE:
24
LOC: Jamaica, NY
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: March 19
LOC: Jamaica, NY
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: March 19
I can never be sure of what type of impressions my poetry leaves people with, but perhaps as a poet that should not be one my greatest worries. It’s not a very common occurence for me to let people read my poetry without my reciting it to them- so I am excited to try this new medium for sharing. My own mode of expression of choice is either rap lyrics or spoken word [slam] poetry, so this is definitely a chance for me to show another side of myself.
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I cipher revolution through the cracks of the Earth, The juices slip through crevices- the evidence of my birth, The pestilence is absurd, affectin' innocent Kurds, Shrapnel fragments stuck like magnets in the bones of the hurt, But I don't see sh*t- I live in a bubble that is decievin', The telivision is my portal to what I be seein', In the comfort of my living room it's bringing doom live, I sit back comatose while others fight to survive, All my life I just hide- behind the walls of comfo...
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Tonight I must pierce the travelling wind Which carries stories of secrets And tell you to please fuck off There's no other language you understand My soul bleeds poetry but you speak profanity My furnace of thought burns coals of enlightenment But the majesty of your self sleeps on my ashes But I'm a human You're a human Tit for tat, and all of that So I forget and you forget I bleed as you mumble Fragile selves trembling Stumbling over truth
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Dare I to expect That mankind can Understand love Like a poet can? I shudder I shudder to wonder how lovers love without understanding I shudder to wonder how hearts with red trimming Ihat carry the soulful emotions of a lifetime Can be shattered by the footsteps of ignorance I believe not in infertility There is no such thing as an infertile woman There is only ignorance in the mind that breeds in the womb Ignorance in the soul that translates through the limbs I promised not to poetize agai...
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I want to love you I want to hold you like I once did A poet is a human A poet is a man A poet is a soul searching for truth Searching for change Pining for enlightenment I am a poet You must be my poetess I want to hold you like a piece of paper holds a poem I want to protect you like the covers of a book Front and back Side to spine I want you to know that you are mine Without ownership But don't you know already? The worth of a woman and a man when they are one? I want you to know and reme...
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Oh tell me how I love you How do I need to love you? Do I need to love you strand by strand as I caress the intricacies of your soul? Maybe I should achieve such through gooey words That smear across your chest in clumsy excitement That drip into your heart by means of innocent curiosity How should I love you if I cannot see you If you do not exist I love you through my emptyness that wanders lonely at night I'll love you through the heart beats I skipped on the way to meet you Yes, I love yo...
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I like the humor and wit displayed in a work that covers such a serious topic, "You're no prize!". I aligned to the rhythm of the poem by the end of the 2nd stanza, and then its feeling became relative to me. This poem has been a shot of reality- "you're no damn good as a man", it reminds of the responsibility behind a relationship and the expectactions associated with being a man.
Damn, you imprisoned a rose in an icey prison. I see you looking at a love that you cannot touch. Your language is earth shattering, "The darkness that lies at your lips calls to me," it's great how you are able to see and express the hidden things in the mundane.
I laughed when my eyes fell upon the first line, I knew right away you had a plan and idea, and I was less right than I thought- your poem exceeded my expectations by far. I like very much how you began with a simpler dialogue and use of words and slowly cranked up the literary fire as the poem went on, "In watery sepia... Baroque stroke lines and curls." That's deep, it makes my mouth water. You spun the story very well- that last word really got me, the imagery was so well put that I can se...
There's not much that needs to be said about this piece. Your alliteration hits hard, your particular practice of vocabulary mirrors the intensity of your feelings in the poem, the desperation in this poem is accompanied by an underlying rage. Deep [this sh*t is the bomb].
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This really reminds me of the rush one recieves when he or she travels to a new place. You captured that well with your use of short lines and repeating phrases. It feels like I am in a car trying to relay the images i capture flying past me in the window.
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