Wriiten to Me From An Old Friend
I have a millenium of material and rivers of rythem, an entire ocean of emotion that's enlightening to swim and also a forest beaten paths that be trapped inside my silloute, I have to speak to release withstanding more from the pen, an joy from the pen the line between playing to win and sin, is in and in the walk it with grace and i talk it with taste, I am that raw simply put, and I rest my case
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| My Soul Mate | 0 | 08/26/2010 |
| Uncut | 0 | 06/08/2010 |
| Letting Go | 0 | 05/27/2010 |
| Eye Opener | 0 | 02/16/2010 |
| JADA | 0 | 02/05/2010 |
| I Love You | 0 | 02/01/2010 |
| When To Let Go | 0 | 01/27/2010 |
| Wriiten to Me From An Old Friend | 0 | 01/27/2010 |
| Feelings | 0 | 01/27/2010 |
| Me | 1 | 01/27/2010 |
| LOVE | 0 | 01/27/2010 |
| Smile | 0 | 01/27/2010 |
| What My Future Holds | 0 | 01/27/2010 |
| Use Ur Mind | 0 | 10/24/2009 |
| untitled | 0 | 08/13/2009 |
| Emotions | 0 | 07/31/2009 |
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