Assessments with the mental aggression..
I spoke thoroughly, but fluently into the mic
so that every word was capable of reaching
& transforming into a sound.. a pitch of voltage
as I fumbled with my [ S's] because sometimes
my tongue get tied. Poetry. It's a hobby, a talent,
& art that tend to intertwine with the passionate
looks of life.. you know it affiliate with the
commonplace of the mind which function into
thought's creativity flowing through the membranes.
I write like this because out of all them
things I mention you can't forget to mention
that it's a blessing of many opportunities of
commonwealth.
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" Just tell me when to start.
My pen is eager to bleed"..
On your march.. get set. Go!
[ Let That BITCH Bleed ]..
L. Lorelle- poetically inclined, take two of these pages
and give em straight to the blind, let em see a glimpse
of the gift God gave me inside. Poetry, i love her, i only
put God above her, she helps me see wat God can do to
you and me, along with one another. . I write spoken word. .
My mind is in the air screaming FREE ME right at the birds,
my conscience have conversations with my thoughts on wat
simply hurts. . Poetry brings me peace it shows you what
all i can do. . I write prayers on pages sending em to God he's
like, "whatever you ask, I'll Do". in cold disperse, writing
every unspoken word that hurts. . Truth be told i forever
stay poetically inclined when worse comes to worse.
and give em straight to the blind, let em see a glimpse
of the gift God gave me inside. Poetry, i love her, i only
put God above her, she helps me see wat God can do to
you and me, along with one another. . I write spoken word. .
My mind is in the air screaming FREE ME right at the birds,
my conscience have conversations with my thoughts on wat
simply hurts. . Poetry brings me peace it shows you what
all i can do. . I write prayers on pages sending em to God he's
like, "whatever you ask, I'll Do". in cold disperse, writing
every unspoken word that hurts. . Truth be told i forever
stay poetically inclined when worse comes to worse.
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[ Let That Bitch Bleed ]...
[ Swift ]
Poetry had died before i'd even turn 13
looked out the window and saw my Poetry perching
perfectly positioned for premeditated missions
got me into institutions where my poetry was missin'
straight jacket hacking; words clinging to my throat
wanna say what's on my mind but i always feel choked
til one sad night when i had a bad dream
eyes still closed but i woke up to scream
Momma don't go; can't stand be alone
without u in this cell; hell Hell's my only home
too far apart is like one step away
back pedal to the past to picture poetic days
and now i'm in a daze and the truth sinks in
Poetry never died...hell that'll be a sin
only lost my mother who left poetry behind
and even she ain't gone for good...i got her poetic mind!
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