I never heard of 'def poetry', but I'm up for it . . .I guess? I write a little, but never considered myself a poet. I joined up under the name "TwistedCage".

Fantastic pieces over there, man! I'm not sure if I measure up, though . . .

Here's something I wrote a while ago, a little whimpy but oh well.

ADDICTION

In the failing bloom
of a wilting rose
I find the reality
of what my life has become.

Petals fall
They dry
They crumble in the cool winters breeze.

The beauty that once was
hides her passion
behind the passion of another kind

Replaced by nothing less
than total emptiness.

I bid you all to witness
the future of a foolish soul
as I gaze into the dying flower
reflecting on what I have become.

I realize now, I was never beautiful at all

Only in my own mind.

Thorns prevail against the flower.

Heartless
Soul-less
Lifeless

They stand firm
causing pain
to all who dare to hold my hand

Addiction is my end
It was the end of those who loved me

Ugly and now alone...

Why would anyone want to hold
a dead and wilted rose?

(When I was battling cocain addiction)

Yup, yup!