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Street poetry is defined as:

Is a form of urban poetry which is characterized by its use of slang and/or use of language that is traditionally used by oppressed people or small groups;

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Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Story 1: Date with an angel

as i sit on the bus, i reminisce on the good times i have had with her, then, i pick my phone, scroll to messages and message her, i say hey, 4 minutes later she says, hey back, tells me its been a long time, you know the usual 'its been a long time, how are you doing speech', so i quickly cut to the chase, surprise her with a date, add some butter cos my method is smooth, charm her with a line and she replied and said 'oooo!',wow chris, a large smile appears on my face, got excited, i replied and said 'the message was smooth cos i meant it', so she replied and said what i had in mind, i said maybe a walk on lakeshore, enjoy the afternoon and whatever the night as instore, she said "ok, see you at 6 chris call me before you leave, kiss kiss" so fastforward to 6, took a shower, brushed my teeth, ate, hopped in the car, didn't want to be late, called her up tell her ill be there in a few minutes, see this is what happens when truth is your only gimmick, no tricks, words only found in the truth category, ok so back to the story, pull outside her house, give her another ring, while i wait i think of what she is going to wear, a blouse with some nice jeans, skirt with pretty emblems, flowery designs, maybe a sexy dress, who knows, suddenly her house door opens, i had to remove my shades for this, jaw dropped in awe, the beautiful day was pale to what my eyes saw, a pretty little thing, her name is colleen, got out of my car to greet her, opened the door and we were off to lakeshore, walking talking, catching up was some of the things we did, strolled along the harbor, cracked jokes and though we were mildly flirtatious nothing felt repetitious, sitting next to a man playing a guitar, so spontaneous, strolled along mississauga road looking at houses, although the day was nice, couldn't take my eyes of her eyes, the whole day was a surprise, couldn't tell this part in chronological order or sequence, because i can't arrange these thoughts in my conscience, so amazing but so chill, so pleasant but so ill, so natural, our convos ranged from religion, gay churches, previous experiences, picking out houses, roller blading, swan and duck gazing, wrestling, piggy back riding, damn so sick and so exciting, that was the day i had with colleen.

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