I’m gonna fuck you up
I’m gonna make you scream My Name
No matter where you are
I’m gonna find you
In your grave
Viva la Rebellion
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Times Square Hustlers (Journal Entry)
Today was quite the eventful day. First I had to do paperwork for an internship as a residential aid in midtown Manhattan; whereupon I took these snazzy pics displayed on my Hell Mary poem.
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Very revengeful. Good stuff.
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Welp, thank you kind sir. It’s a long time coming.
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Would like to connect with you for some theme writing. If you can
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Like kind of theme?
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Dark or melancholic. On life philosophy of sorts
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Melancholy ay? That’s right up my alley. Do you have an example of what you’re looking for?
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Not very dramatic but subtle expression of perceived pain or conflict
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Hmmmm… I suppose… Give me a sample to vibe with…
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You have mail or whatsapp to connect with?
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Like email? I don’t have WhatsApp. No FaceFuck or Twatter either. Can’t you send me something here?
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Okay.
Sample this. A person going through good times, but still feeling low. Something like depression. Or. Internally broke which no one can see
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I Am
I have spoken
I have arrived
You see me
I see through you
I Am alright
I suppose I Am what gets me through the night
But I Am what I Am
I Am more than sight
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Mmm. Lot of “I” used.. But good ond
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When a person is going through personal problems, I is usually the term that is prominent.
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Okay. Cool
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Crickets… What? You didn’t get it?
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What? Share your email id
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Email id? I never heard it called that before.
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Okay. Talking here is weird
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Why? You think WordPress is stalking you? I promise the ones who are truly stalking you are the ones who can hack any conversation. Haven’t you seen Snowden?
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These MotherFuckerz have prolly been getting their rocks off on my conversations for years… HELLO MOTHERFUCKERZ…
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My wordpress has been hacked in past. So i am always afraid
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Privacy no longer exists. Haven’t you heard it from the mouth of the king of FaceFuck yet?
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Okay maybe
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Request you to not use abusive language.
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Abusive language? Who am I abusing? If someone is fucking their Mother… What would you call it?
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This wicked system fucks their mother everyday… Mother Earth that is… So why is it abusive to say what it is?
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Your email is hacked everyday, and so is everything else. Sorry to break it to you Brother…
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True. Maybe. Lets be back to poetry. Can you add dream sequence to sadness??
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Can you give me an example of what you are talking about? Show me your rhymez and ill show you mine…
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Dream would blow like a bubble,
Only to be burst by tragedies,
Winds would blow like a breeze,
Only to be hurried into a storm,
Breaking my castles
Making me roam
With tears and tides,
No one taking my side,
My work
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See the signs
Hear the voices pleading
Nothing else is left
Garbage already consumed
Warnings already ignored
Fights all but lost
See the signs
Hear the voices pleading
No time left to debate
Wars already torn
People already broken
Hope all but lost
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Quite a poetry👌
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Thank you. Do you think I should publish it? I feel it’s missing something. I thank you for rhyming with me. When other people rhyme with me it inspires me to write in a different tone. I tend to write more street style poems. I am from The Bronx.
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I turned your last poem into a more street style poem. Wait… Let me show you again…
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Dreams do blow like a bubble
Only to be burst by tragedy
Winds blow in the breeze
Hurried by the storm
Tears so puzzedly
No on taking my side as I fall back
I’m so introverted that I can’t ow my own slack
I’m so introverted that I am an extrovert
Keep coming for me
I’ll show you what my in is worth
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Good attempt
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Maybe make it crisp. sample as follows
See the signs
Hear the voices pleading
Nothing left, no one leading
Garbage already consumed
Warnings already ignored
Fights lost and blood adored
See the signs
Hear the voices pleading
No words left to debate
Wars already waged
People already raged
Hope all but lost
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When I write poetry I don’t try to hard to rhyme. I feel that when everything rhymes it takes away from the meaning of poetry. Poems don’t need to rhyme to be poetic.
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Okay. Your wish. But worth publishing. Go ahead
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Dreams do blow like a bubble
Only to be burst by tragedy
Winds blow in the breeze
Hurried by the storm
Tears so puzzedly
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No One taking my side as I fall back
I’m so introverted that I can’t own my slack
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I’m so introverted
That I’m an extrovert
Keep coming for me
I’ll show you what my in is worth
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Oh damn… That shit is so tight. I want to publish that rhyme. Do you mind? I’ll give props to you..
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Na. I dont like others publishing my work
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It’s fine. I wasn’t being serious anyway. I’ll send you something more serious. I was just rhyming off the top of my head. Plus, I was tired from work.
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Yes. Looking forward to your rhyme . Send when you are done
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Good work my friend
I LOVE it
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Thanks for appreciating
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We really were rhyming last night. I thought it was a dream. Weird. I’ve been having such vivid dreams lately it’s hard to know what’s real.
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Haha.
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