I'm back.We'll see what happens.
dirt in my teethFor the first time in a long time I felt something—It was something I wanted to reach through space and touch you Instead I stared into it Space stared back into me My insides unfolded before me Each layer peeled and placed among the starsdirt in my teeth
I swear you saw me I saw you see me, see you see me I wish I was where you were
With you where you were
But I was constellated across the constellations I coasted through my course Destined for an unknown destination You faded as I dissipated—it was fated Lost between earth, space, & nowhere I know
a love poema love poema love poem
I remember when I met you. I knew nothing like you. You were a breath of fresh air, Fading faces and feeding souls. Sealing holes in hearts. Healing hurts and selling truths, for freedoms of expression. Expressing exasperation at the state of our nation. Never fading or faltering from your path, you proceeded to push boundaries, binding arteries and avenues of conversation. Armed with Converse and Addidas, you told me I need this. And this is the truth. In my youth you were there, with words of wisdom, us kids would listen, to ev
Verbal Ali -the greatest...This poem was planned with rhymes that stretch cross time. Alliteration and punctuation so precise and exact. Verbs and vowels- vocabulary combined to invade and infect- your reproductive tract- explodes and implodes with the weight of my words as I verbally curb check your ego beneath my steel-toed boot of intelligence. And your militant mind stretches and strains to pull itself out of incompetence. Like jail, you’re forced to serve- FULL SENTENCE. Then silence as you flounder and fail to return or retort. I’m the judge here. YouVerbal Ali -the greatest...
and you have amazing skills...
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I not the wizard.
cool site by the way
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the shows, the bands, and the scene, all at one place. ~ washingtonstate
I'll be keepin an eye on your work... best impress...
iight... peace for now.
-gP
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By the pricking of my thumbs,
something wicked this way comes....
Nebu Clothing
Groundfrost
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~pencil-and-paper
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Moo.
It was hard picking between the cats...
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Moo.
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