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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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Saturday, April 16, 2011

My thoughts

It is raining, I am thinking of life again, thinking what could've been,what once was, now is, what once was so sweet, I just feel beat, just need a friend, just need a hand, just need someone to greet me hello how are you doing, you want some more, self loathing, self depreciating, actions that leave me with no sign of life, so I fight, to struggle to even get a glimpse of the light, but tonite, just me and my thoughts, we share a great bond, a life long, beautiful song that never ends, no regrets, just, just, me and my thoughts.

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Tall pretty woman

Like a thief in the night,she sneaked into my mind, poisoning my thoughts, her eyes telling me somthing, begging my soul to lose, flaunting and struting, her body erupting, tall and towering, beautiful and stunning, eyes like pearls shimmering in the ocean bed, i think im lost in her, she has me trapped, no map, trying to find my conscious, rice grain in a haystack, cant stay away or and nap, her soul is haunting me when i relax, like these drugs calling me back to relapse, run laps just to not think about her smile, getting hard imagining her whispering, lipstick grazing my ear, chris stay for the night, it is hard to fight, she has a man alright, when she undresses, all i can say is yes, my mind is telling me it is wrong,  my hands fighting for its right, sex is part of the song, her hips cant be wrong, why is temptation so good, why is doing wrong so easy, why does it have to be her, my new nickname, mr. homewrecker.

A walk outside I notice a dead tree

Crooked is the wind as it blows against my thin skin,rough hands as it climbs the tree of death decay and deceit, a widow, the leaves fall off, separate, skinny branches look like skinny fingers of death, fear comes near, cold wind shivers, the moonlight quivers, the shadows come nearner,  heart beating like african drums, i close my eyes, praying my beliefs paint a wall of hope,

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