Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
I'm that kind of girl who's into: video games, campfires, sex, femmes, art, learning, lakes, sailing and swimming. And dominatrix-type-shit.
By ©I.M. "That Girl," Inure Muse6 years ago in Poets
She was nervous as hell! Tried desperately to converse and sound calm. Even though, she probably felt more, withdrawn. It's all in her voice... her nervously shifting around, in her chair, shuffling,
I mean, like… in love, for real! Not just partially, Engaged forever... or kind of dating. Settling for the rest of it because,
LOSE my motherfucking info, and offer me $60 for it. I should powder my pimp hand, and slap your shit... 17.5 million times!
Yo... Speak! Don't just be parading up and down these, streets. Selling ass, crack, 'H', lifting hub caps, or snorting coke, in this piece?
I must have talked to Student Loans, a hundred times, about getting my papers, for "Interest Relief." "Good fucking grief!"
Maybe I literally had to break into a million pieces, in order for my true nature to come out. Maybe, I needed to be a saint, or a sinner;
I was walking to the bus stop, right? And while I'm waiting there, for my bus, I noticed him, in the distance; pushing his cart.
quit thinking because i got all this talent and knowledge that i gotta act a certain way, put on a mask for you quit thinking because i’ve accomplished so many things
By savage writer6 years ago in Poets
Sort of like what we used to get, when we were kids... and you sat over in the corner, sulking, not playing with your friends?
Just mentally rich.. with a keen attitude about staying sharply, enriched. Mainly in energy, spirit and knowledge. Sound mind in this bitch!
I need to wake up, from this bullshit. PLEASE! I'm on my knees. Begging for some kind of relief, from these... waste-ass peeps.
