def poetry

[friendowl]

cmon people lets see what you got.
i just made that shit up cuz i seen on tv
a baby found in the trash can.
im sure you can think of something

[RastaKaze]

i seen some shit
hell we all have
nigga just cuz the throat of 'his dad
now he been had
shit is ruthless
not truthless
creating then devestating a child-- and for what?
hating contemplating it's wild- but you know what?
it's all ova... cuz his daddy just done got cut

[JunkYard]

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!

[RastaKaze]

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!

dude, post that at written images. you will get mad props:thumbsup: :thumbsup: :thumbsup:

[JunkYard]

I'll post it tomorrow, or something. I already posted another one of my pieces over there.

The place is great man! Mad props for sharing the link.

[RastaKaze]

also theres a monthly WI magazine that goes out to all the members who were involved, you should try and get a peice of yours into it

[friendowl]

good stuff junkyard

[JunkYard]

I may do it, RastaKaze? I haven't written anything new in a bit, though...Writers Block. Maybe I'll be inspired by WI?

Thanks friendowl. Are going to post over there?

[friendowl]

ive never wrote down my own stuff till today
its kind of fun
i think i might check it out