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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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Monday, August 1, 2011

Girl at the library

Will I ever find her, alone in the library looking for knowledge in some books and things, a moment as the stranger glances over my shoulder, dark rimmed glasses, full locks of hair, should I speak to her, I dare, she walks with music, like a beat with some snares, feel a thumping base when she turns her face, and I turn red, what about all the books of knowledge I read, instead, I fall back into the realm of myself, where I am the commander and she is nothing but a spec of dust floating in the pool of lust, but still attracted, I try hard not to expose it, just keep it cool and everything will be alright, don't fight, feel the stillness inside, walking up to her slowly with pride, flash a smile,
Me: hey nice to meet you, I got a sweet tooth, and you look like a good... nah just playing, what you saying?
She: nothing, just roaming around gazing, looking for some good books to keep me preoccupied
I stand mystified, kept my breath in  and held my pride... she looks like she has the brains and looks, she is into books, nice, sweet
Me: How would you like to meet down the hallway for some treats, just simply you and me, discovering poetry, arguing about philosophy, while we discus the meaning of entropy, caught in the candid moments, my eyes are like bouys drifting from her chest, down to her thighs, skirt at knee-height, summer blouse kinda see-through, looking at her eyes but still trying to peep through, trying not to be a creep, just keep the questions coming, exercise, keep her talking,
She: How about you, what are you into?
Me: besides you, I'm into yoga and the tantric arts
She: Yoga!, I love it, I love how you are open with it, you seem real, no gimmicks
Me: hmm, I love where this is going, so I'll keep up with the smooth approaches, first class conversations no coaches..
Then this man approaches,
Man: Honey its time to go pick up the kids..
My eyes bulge open, damn this girl got me open, played like a fool, a stool pigeon, damn her smile was misleading,
She: Thanks for the good conversation, Ill see you later :)
Man: who was that? nothing just a bystander, just a stranger
A shadow of her remaining, as she and her man leaving the library, the library

1 comments:

Natalie Marie said...

Aww. I like the story in this one, and the kind of twist at the end. I've had that happen to me before, so it was nice to be able to relate. The rhymes and such intensified the story. Well done. :)

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