Nickname:♀. Prohood the metaphor cooker Country:United States City:Indefinetely In Eryk Jay's Pocket *Waving* State:NY Gender:Female Age:28 Member Since:May 30, 2007 Last Login:Nov 20, 2008 Poems Submitted:305 Average Ranking: Poem Comments:2,174 Poem Views:28,111 Member Comments:1,523
its funny how homophobi-ans claim they cant stand to be around gays
yet pay no attention to the color patterns of blue on blue and pink on pink
its funny how those of many races are racist
thinking only whites are to be with whites and blacks with blacks
while in their minds its against the law for interracial dating
i
touch my fountain into the space provided...
as if they've been hiding in the limelight where they pretend to hate gays...
cuss to the average eye the must dislike what others do ..being mindless
it seems as though my pen is being used for shade.
looking at how blue line after blue line works extremely hard at play
i wonder why the maker never decided to mix it up with some blue and
pink...maybe even a little gray
but im puzzled to see
how much of a pretty site this is while my ink is like swapped saliva
cuss the blue line and other blue line are touching
bent in a shape of lips against lips
im guessin the inspiration of my poetic courage causes them to reunite
as they savior every last bit of this passionate kiss
happy lines make way for great poetry
while sad lonely lines of hatred only make up to be
depressingly know minus the ledge of poetry
we take what we KNOW and scribe about thoughts
yet some seek not facts so their words of falsified passion go
tumbling down off that LEDGE - SEE HOW I QUOTE HALF THE SHIT? SEE HOW THE FUCK I GOT MY SHIT IN CAN YOU READ BITCH LETTERS? SEE HOW IM AT A LOSS FOR WORDS CUZ I READ ALOT OF YOUR SHIT D, LET IT BE KNOWN THAT I FUCKS WITCHU HARD...AT THE END OF THE DAY I ALWAYS WILL...BUT ALSO LET IT BE KNOWN THAT WHILE MANY OF YOUR SHIT BOGGLES THE BEEGEEZUS OUT OF ME...AND WHILE MANY OF YOUR PIECES ARE BANANAS FOR ONCE I CAN LAY MY PEN DOWN AT YOUR FEET AND BOW HUMBLY AT THE CONCEPT, DEPTH, AND TRUTH LACED WITHIN THESE LINES...THIS IS ONE OF THEM SHITS THAT HAVE A MUFUCKA LIKE...WHY DIDNT I PEN THIS SHIT? HAVE ME LIKE IN AWE... MKAY SO DIS BE HOW DIS SHIT GON FROM NOW ON WE GON DO THE STAN THING AS A PYRAMID... YOU'RE ROXIE'S NUMBER 1 STAN AND AFTER THIS SHIT I AM DIAMONDS...HANDS FUCKING DOWN!!!!!! AND IF YOU DONT SHOWCASE THIS I AM GONNA TICKLE THE POON OF THAT LIL DOLL ON MY DRESSER THAT LOOKS LIKE YOU.... OH YEA IM HAITIAN RIGHT? *RUBS THE PIN ON DIAMOND DOLLIE'S POON A LIL* CTFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU LOVED THIS SHIT!
Commented on the poem "I AM ME" on 11/19/08 at 01:08 PM
I am that priceless gem...i am diamond...NUFF SAID!
Commented on the poem "Collage" on 11/19/08 at 10:32 AM
this was definetely a softer side of you... innately simple to comprehend the depth of which you speak without embellishing it with shit i got to look up in a thesaurus.. loved it
Commented on the poem "Long Ago" on 11/19/08 at 10:24 AM
yet I still believe in love even though I've never exprienced it
But not in ill-fated love starcrossed and hopeless to succeed
I believe
in a love that minds can't wrap around at this time
Love from long ago
before tainted desires curbed the original expression of love - those lines fucking held this whole piece up for me... how wonderful it is to believe in something one has never experienced yet still hopeful of its existence.... who''s your favorite groupie GP? I ammmmmmmmmmm!
PHENOMENAL....your growth and evolution as a poet/writer is amazing...the honesty and raw in your face truth is onpoint...loved and faved GP must collab sometime... yea, do me the honor
DISAPPEARING ACTS...
October 02, 2008 at 02:04 PM
a long long time ago in a galaxy called love that seems that far away,
someone once told me that people in this life are for a reason, a season or a lifetime; and that it was solely up to me and my heart to determine who was in what category. she never explained how to figure this trifling bit of information about people but that it would dictate my interactions with people for several years to come. she warned me that being the person I am, I am destined to be misunderstood more frequently than not no matter how clearly I speak or how honest my words and intentions may be. I never knew how right she was until now.
the seasons are changing and the truth of people becomes more and more aware as the days grow shorter and colder. I never knew or understood the ugliness of human beings, the shade of peoples character, or the simple idea that one human being could so easily use and mistreat another.
I like it here but it is becoming harder and harder for me to find true people in this world...so first I have to do a disappearing act of my own to find some solace in this world....peace
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Commented on the poem "Tolerated Ignorance???" on 11/20/08 at 08:21 AM
