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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 16, 2011

No love

no love, why do we love, is it because we want to know what it is, or what it feels,or maybe it can change our dreams while we sleep, no love, totally misunderstood, like standing in the middle of the street with a quarter short of the bus fee with rain pouring flooding your feet, or walking on clouds, cumulo nimbo, sometimes you get lost no vision stuck in a limbo, but sometimes you feel free, standing tall, making love, loving life like it was free, smiling from ear to ear and smiling with no dimples of fear, but then you look down and you see hell, see doubt, distraught, lost, damned, and you ask yourself why this happened, but you look at the face that you once cherished, and you try to speak with words that have been garnished, but the words don't come out, instead you just let her read the emotions hanging on your head, wondering if you'll ever feel the softness of her bed, love is better when it sleeps with monogamy, like is better when you stare into her eyes, kiss her lips, run your hands down her hips, gently kissing every part never missing a spot, but then you retrace your steps, and you remember the survival skills that have kept you alive, individuality, thats one of the attributes that you can never distribute, but sometimes we lose our way and rely our happiness in her presence, but i just pick up my pen and tell reality that i'll be absent for the next 20 minutes, prepare for my ascent...

Gyals are crazy

I thought I knew you, girls are crazy, lead me, into believing that I knew you, but I didn’t, you tricked me, or maybe I tricked me, I did not know that, one kiss could make me believe that, we could be together, time well spent could grow into forever, I really thought that we could grow together, lay together, friends and lovers forever, but I guess I was wrong, too sprung, off the weed and rum, gin and henney, please forgive me, someone told me, it takes two to tango, but your lips taste as sweet as mango, I guess it was both our fault, we both kept our love in a vault, I should have told you, you should have showed me, what I really meant to you, and I had just forsaken you, please forget me, I want to forget you, my heart bleeds blue, my lungs even weep too, but there are no tears, no gears could ever shift my feelings towards you, so I’ll make it simple, fuck what am I saying I really miss your dimple, or your simple smile, oh please stay for awhile, but my heart is talking, just keep walking, the other direction, my mind is talking now, I’ll never let my heart do the thinking, from now on, I will never won’t, I meant never will, it’s my mind that’s doing the loving, because hearts break and minds don’t, so I’m going to sign the will, never let my heart spill, or slip up, never love never fuck up, never love like a virgin, forget my heart’s origin, just swim in the gin, or get lost in the gym, that’s what I do, to forget you, I promise I’ll get through.
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