Words can't explain... Please keep writing...Yeah
breeds envious events
this piece read so pure with truth
it was felt.
I too came from my fathers home to living in building...
Relations to this event bring me to the night of passion shared with my wife...when the lights outside our condo flashed like Christmas...
Venting...venting... my name, it is the meaning of happiness, cheerfulness...
And I wish life could be this way...But then it wouldn’t be a...
I cry because life is GOD and he's great...yeah!
rowels: this was the description of winds.
The sound of boot rowels spinning reminds me of a...
The great pretender...
Why, is it me?
Tainted and fearful of pleads
the deeds are at steak, mistakes grown from fate
the state is full of black...
“I cry hoping our life grows out.”
The thoughts of her are poetic
can one self grasp mystics flows of love
It in your blood to reveal all that is real life.
You showed that in this poem.
I see the world through eyes of water
and hunger is...
Sex is the cover-up
Like masturbation is a follow-up
Both the rapid results of past trauma-tizations
That have scarred and...
Once again i missied a good idea.
And now, i forced to wonder...yeah.( Good match ups)
You all are special writers!
i love coming here out the blue and reading thoughts of uplifting and relaxing poems.
I have been busy and sorry it...
A man bring my shit back... I know it was you whole stole my shit..!!Lol
Man this was def jam all the way. Dig that A catburgler flowin with silky...
it's tricky to me but i think i can get it...thank you all for even reading my work..much love...yeah
To all of the great writers in here.
I enjoy all of your poems, they move me and motivate me to create change...
I thought i try a different...
The chaotic thoughts that plunder through man and woman.!!
We continuously doubt ourselves. And for what?
The forbidden questions?
The doubt in...
I stare in mirrors
and see nobody there
and glazed eyes,
often too drunk
to know what drunk
been gone to long...
Man this is so true. I was there back in the 90 pac got hit, and my cousin got locked up for 15 years. He and i had a players crib together.
Painted stories of life
passion of dating dreams connecting
up late drinking thinking about her
It is just a better picture for me
than just seeing it as the hood, hoes, and niggaz
trying to survive and raise a family in...
I think she look lovely and those lips boi..those lips.
Nice tracks. Queen the real music..right here thank you for sharing this.
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