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"Eat"

Screams away me,
from a goodnight's rest.
Sheltered beneath my sheets.
Body covered in cold sweat,
I sense my madness and it eats.

A shadow sits aside my bed.
Legs crossed and hands together.
His faceless grin and eyes of red,
signs my sanity wont last forever.

My eyes gaze,
throughout my room.
Words mumbling with no understand.
A torture future,
I now presume.
I'll take a victim with merciless hand.

Years I ignored this little bubble.
But knew it grew withing my pit.
Hoped it would leave with no trouble,
too late now for here it sits.

"I know you."
I tell the shadow.
"I'm not surprised of your presence.
You've been with me since my cradle,
the reason for my life unpleasent.

Evil thoughts you gave my head.
I pushed away from my mind.
A few selected you wanted dead.
I resisted so many times.

So many thoughts of hell's fire and heat.
For all the lives I will take.
Slowly my conscience this shadow did eat,
and left my mind in a sinful state.

"You think it's wise that you are here,
in the preasence of my home?
I'll take the lives! I have no fear!
First I'll end your's,
by taking my own!"

Oh no.
That look.
Please don’t give me that look.
I didn’t say I love you.
Maybe that I loved your eyes
And your mouth and hair,
Your French manicured nails,
The way your dimple only comes out when you’re really smiling.
I just sat down.
A crowded place?

So. It’s going to be like that.
You were great and all that jazz.
It’s not you, it’s me.
I’m not ready.
Please?

Think you broke my heart?
Get in line, honey.
This heart has already been tainted,
These words already spoken,
With or without more or less emotion?
The point is you’re done and I have to move on.

Lets begin.

I WANNA TALK WITH YOU

...spit dialogue
...under the fire log
...blow out fog
...when its freezing
...and pretend that were smoking

Yo OVE
Great to read your work, much props to you always. Tu eres Ove di top, con los lyrics dat u drop. It's interesting to read bilingual poetry. For some it must be a black hole of wonder and for others a secret painting in a cave that unveils descriptions you can taste. Thanks for adding some flavor to the BRU we got mixing over here.

ONE LOVE

BRUJA

I cross borders

I jump borders

I run through borders

So I can break borders

I wake up and I am still dreaming in borders

I get dressed and cross 3 borders

I cross borders like people where masks

I do it innately

I do it unintentionally

Sometimes I don't want to but it happens eventually

I cross borders so much I should work for taco bell

I run into borders with neighborhoods that look like hell

And I run through them with my eyes closed

I walk through them with my heart screaming

As I walk through these borders I try to grasp meaning

Because I am a border crosser

Who crosses without any papers

Who defies the idea of a passport

Cuz I fly through borders and no fly zones

And psychological borders stored in my dome

I cross borders because I have no choice

I cross borders so I can create a voice

I cross border on a daily basis

And I know that nobody wants to change places

I run them, I breathe them, and I swim them

I feel all borders as I choose my cultural tools

Whether it be English, spanglish or Spanish

I wish at times these borders would vanish

Because I talk to borders

Because I ride borders

I am a border crosser

Yo cruzo fronteras

And I do it daily

Without thought or consequence

But always with knowledge

I cross the border because of its duality

I cross them because I don't know what else to do

And even you cross borders too

But You just deny it

So next time you talk about illegal immigration

And those absurd ideas that say that we steal jobs! LIES!

Let me ask you where your green card is when you decided to cross my cultural borders.

Rodrigo 2004

...since we held hands in the mall, we became official
we go back to the fo sho' days,
before the fashizzles

my nizzles, said u were a keeper
my momma said "keep her!"

she made you banana pudding

¿Cuantas Lagrimas de Amor Mas?

Nunca sabrás cuanto te quiero
Porque mi boca no es de uno que te maltratara.
Siempre la misma historia, vos,
Pensando locamente que haya alguien
Quien te amare como yo, puro y todo tuyo.
¡Vaya! Besa, haz el amor, y veras
Que yo estoy aquí, pensando en solo ti,
Aun no me amas al regreso.
Yo soy un loco, perdido, intoxicado con
Mis lágrimas de amor, hundiendo bajo la luna,
Girando como un lobo enamorado con la luz.
Si no sabes ya, ¿entonces cuando?
¿Cuántas bocas no son los mismos que míos?
¿Cuántas veces te han tocado, no como yo te ha acariciado?
Estas manos míos fueron creadas por guardarte,
Para levantarte hasta el cielo para el mundo ver
Lo que yo he visto por tantas recuerdos propios;
Como reíste conmigo esa vez y la otra noche
Donde nuestras almas durmieron juntos
En el cielo infinito usando las estrellas mas bellas
Como almohadas prendido con nuestro amor.

I'm so happy that so many poets got together... gracias Bruja!

sup Bruja!
they told me to come up in here and share
something... hope all is well with you.
blessings i wish to all those who love you
and you love back...
with L'Ove
Ove ;)

here's OVEOUS in very rare form:

FUTURO LOVE v2

my dearest
my love
my empire
you made me salivate the future
drip
into the liquid of ancient h2
to O
the cycle of our eternity
no matter where we go
we're destined to meet at the same point
in the same line
where no one crosses the path
of our intimate dances
non choreographed movement
that echo the shadows of pleasure
you're the scent that lingers decades after

after the fall
after half of my last name is gone
after your hands made pottery out of me

you're the one they spoke about
in gamut bright motion
the text of Shakespeare and D'Angelo
did not fail to promote your coming

and i know your coming
i can taste your arrival
en el helado de coco
en el pastel de guava
tu eres
la que estoy perando

y el futuro has an eye on us

the wind that dries the tears of hurt
pain, suffering, it feels good
to bathe in your sweat
to surrender to your gravitational
pull
me slow fast now

(yea, its copywritten) lol
oveous maximus 2007

....ima write
until the sun shines on both sides and single-parent households can finally see the light

ima write
until the old headz around the Boabab tree tell me not to

ima write thru
obstacles like 2 knee surgeries
limp to the finish-line like a fu** up burglary
walk to Barnes and Nobles just to check if yall heard of me

ima write under the sun until my skin turns burgundy
and my eyes drip comma shaped tears

years of INDENTATIONS will be my INDICATION
that i've arrived
ima give HI-Fives
with my left, and write with my right
sweat out lead poison
UNTIL THE CROWD GETS HYPED!

Sofly and sweetly
She strummed and stroked me
Titilatingly tender
Trying to remember
The words that she spoke
It was some funny joke
And I laughed then she
I think it was about me
But all I heard was her smile
And that lasted only a little long while
And then she kissed me
She has always kissed me

Robert Frost described Imagery as saying one thing and meaning another. For instance, the term "roll off our tongues" That's poetic imagery.
A good poem makes you see and feel the poet's words. I love it.

Nice Sir Witty...

Pimp Down! Pimp Down!
LOL

Please believe it and believe it please...

sell her a dream and you'll acquire that cheese...

This game ain't for the faint hearted or sympathetic...

acknowledge my rhetoric and you'll reap the
benefits...

A pimp never lies or denies his activities...

From dusk till dawn his mentality is b****tch please...

Attire always dapper and debonair...

You dress how you speak, and thats with a hint of flare...

Most lack the conviction to chastise their women...

But if you hesitate for a second, then your slackin' in your pimpin'... Pimpin'

"Pimpin' 101" - Sir WittyAdlibs

In the Event of My Demise

In the event of my Demise
when my heart can beat no more
I Hope I Die For A Principle
or A Belief that I had Lived 4
I will die Before My Time
Because I feel the shadow's Depth
so much I wanted 2 accomplish
before I reached my Death
I have come 2 grips with the possibility
and wiped the last tear from My eyes
I Loved All who were Positive
In the event of my Demise. -Tupac

The things I felt,
those notes that tell
my every being to just sing

wow recworm that is deep

She spoke to me thru her violin
as she gently struck every string

wow! didnt know there were so many poets at SiTV.

he is my addiction...Opressed by his walk his talk his scent...his presence in the game.

100 percent vertigo
like love it's hard to let her gooo

And as I break free
It dawns on me, this clarity
Which I now choose consciously

And wit every forward step I take
Stereotypes begin to break
and ya world of ignorance cracks from my earthquakes

And everyday I'm at it, closer to that one thing
ya know... da dream

which compliments my stay, travelin escalades
cuz I worked for my status, succeedin became a habit

and in this world that's how one gets made

or so they say...because with my voice is how I get paid

Dang Recworm that was hot!

I walk, cuz talk is cheap

Every day I walk on the beach
[now someone finish my thought w/ a next line that rhymes]

write a poem MizReel!! i bet you can come up w/ something good!

an old rhyme of mine when money was on my mind...

Slave to my possessions:

ive become a victim
to this corporate lie
mass production for demand
brain washing you to buy
now we're at a short supply
of things one of a kind
assembly line pimps
controlling your minds
now its time to set free
from mainstream monopoly
indentured servant to property
with dreams of lottery
i have become a slave to my possessions....
i have become a slave to my possessions
singing songs of redemption
not falling into depression
even though i feel the pressure of a due date
to watch my paycheck get raped
by the government and the state
to fund a war that i hate
by these credit companies
with high percentage rates
my car payment and my increase in rent....
my paychecks been spent
before its even sent...

8 years old, that is beautiful! Its funny there are so many impressions about poetry, it can seem that it is a trivial-not-so-important type of art... but the truth is, it's as important as interpersonal communication. It is the ultimate expression to show that we can create beauty with the words the roll off our tongues.

My question to all is what about poetry attracts you?

I know, I love the feeling I get when I put words into paper that describe my thoughts, and everything that is in my heart. I like writing poetry with a new point of view on the ordinary making it extraordinary, then to share to the world.

Man now I want to write a poem!

hey tally,
poems don't need to rhyme all the time! i like haikus (3 lines following 5-7-5 syllable pattern). Check this out:
The cold winter breeze
Blows against my face and ears
Daydream Hawaii.

i love poetry, but i don't always rhyme...is that okay?

i found this poem from a friend of mine's niece that doesn't rhyme - but its still moving

Love

Love is the colour of a beautiful pink flower
It makes a beautiful whistling noise like birds in a tree
It tastes like a strawberry
It feels like the sea
It smells like a raspberry
It looks like a heart
It reminds me of kittens and puppies

Davina Janelle Gabe, 8 yrs