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I'm afriad this isn't like the freestyle/flow/thread.
This is Floetry/Poetry. Now what is Floetry. It's R&B from the soul that his a style to it thats so real it brings life to the soul.Floetry yes true floetry can't be touched so I'm asking you if you have something be it a Dream, A Goal Fantasy Thats Floetic. Poetry is a state of mind written on paper. True poetry doesn't have to rhyme or even make sense. The purpose is to relief yourself of surpressing ideals...or thoughts so share them. Be it positive or negative. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ [color=purple:post_uid4][i:post_uid4][b:post_uid4] There is this young lady I know, Her dreams are set high so if she falls she will fall among the stars, Sometimes on her window she can feel the rain, But her attitude to the pain is like a paintbrush that can change the color of the situation, She may feel black and blue...but she always shows a passionate red, Her humor often delights because of it's unexpectedness, Humor may have a serious point,too, About human weaknesses. However, the serious point is usually buried under more than a few laughs. But for now hatred is the poison and laughter is the remedy, I suppose I'm her remedy. She's very nice and kind like a little red riding hood. She puts me in consideration like a snow man borrowing a hat. So to me what she gives to me I try to comfort her back. Composition....I guess two people through the same hurt can coup. I suppose thats why our spirits seem to be on a similar flow, I love her I'll never let her go.[/i:post_uid4][/color:post_uid4][/b:post_uid4] (I'll really try to dig deep next time) Edited By SBYRD5 on Dec. 26 2003 at 22:36 |
No one cares huh.....lol :eh:
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I have poems...........a bunch of poems...........but they all in french lol....... and I doubt U'll understand them :D
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Dude I heard girls dig french man....I need to learn some.....so I can impress my girl..... :eh:
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i am hated for the monster i created
inside of me it has been waited and antisapated all of your moves in a glance its mind is so advance one day i am gonna let it out and its gonna screem and shout and its gonna let some feelings out i let it out today it had alot of things to say some of the things it said where mean some nice so next time think twice about what you say to me now you seen the other side to me now you see that i can be like ying and yang one part good one part evil watch the way you talk to me cuz i might just let the evil out show you what anger is all about... SBYRD5: you got any more poems |
The heart is enriched in blue flames,
I've been poor and having eyes that are blinded by shame. When I do open my eyes I can't see the skies I have glasses over my eyes..... What I do see through this glass... Is hate pain....and hearts black from green, My passion is in orange....and my purity is like purple, So divine the way life expands into so many directions, All the while those in this life consider there fortunes to already be faded. Never the conquences of those that commit the crimes there fortunes are already faded. So why do we judge those that haven't even passed jusgement on themselves, Society....is a bad varity...of foul morality (THat was trash) Edited By SBYRD5 on Jan. 02 2004 at 20:12 |
Here is a song, that I give all credit to it's show..:
Can you name the truck with four wheel drive? Smells like a steak and seats thirty-five! Canyonero! (whip) Canyonero! (whip) Well, it goes real slow with the hammer down, It's a country-fried truck endorsed by a clown! Canyoneroooo! Yah! (whip) (with singers) Canyonero! (whip) (Announcer: the Federal Highway Commission has ruled the Canyonero unsafe for highway or city driving. ) Canyonero! (whip) Twelve yards long, two lanes wide, Sixty-five tons of American pride! Canyonero! (whip) Canyonero! (whip) Top of the line in utility sports, Unexplained fires are a matter for the courts! Canyonero! (whip) Canyonero! Yah! (whip) She blinds everybody with her super-high beams, She's a squirrel-squashing, deer-smackin', drivin' machine! Canyonero! Yah! (whip) Canyonero! Yah! Yah! On, Canyonero! Yah! Whoa, Canyonero! Whoa! Thanks to the Simpsons..this song was brought to you today. |
Feeling so emtpy inside Like i lost all meaning to live Things are become more and more Hard for me to understand I try and hold back But cannot any longer My sence of wats right And wats wrong Are now twisted They both seem right to me All the pain and regrets i must live with Seem like it all happend yesterday Deep down inside I want to scream out Cry out Yet i cant Something is holding me back Lord knows i want to Yet i cant Maybe he is looking out for me I hope so Before i slip into....chaos Im done...i use 2 be really good at write'n poems but i guess this one shows wat happend lol.. |
Roses are Red
Violets are Blue Honey is Sweet and so are U! ohhhhhhhhhhh im good |
[quote:post_uid0="Sportschick155"]Roses are Red
Violets are Blue Honey is Sweet and so are U! ohhhhhhhhhhh im good[/quote] your real good :D |
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