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    Thats awesome, just typed in 1984 and its a dystopian novel right? I'm into those type of books, an example is The Hunger Games, the films are even better lol and thank you, I absolutely love Years&Years, theyre my favourite band and theres so many bands that I love! its a mixture of both EDM and Rock
    -Panic! At the Disco
    -Fall Out Boy
    -Linkin Park
    -The Pretty Reckless
    -Clean Bandit
    -Major Lazer
    just a couple of my favourite bands and thanks for the follow!
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    She squints her eyes
    and her brain muscles
    as Miles Davis pulsates
    ear drums
    it fills her void
    the pretense
    and majesty
    of it
    deeper meanings fly over her head
    like a pig with wings
    she writes
    but doesn't know
    what she means

    This poem is about my own struggles with writing poetry and understanding the deeper meaning of poetry, music ect

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    the curve of your hair
    and spine,
    stretched belly button.
    the hot line bling
    doesn't excite much now
    and the deadline
    six years -
    looms and glooms
    she's biologically anti-clockwise
    your aunties natter.
    the academic stacked her against
    a thesis survey
    negative positive its all the same
    especially when you're neither sane either way.
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    the cycle

    your face puffs and lines disappear
    blood of deer
    i race to the third floor
    finding inner beauty there
    I was once a girl ya' know
    legs were straight and so were the highs
    euphoria has swallowed this old lady
    whole
    and no ol' man is seen here
    not anyhow
    for biscuits or tea, nothing
    i have sweat and a demented mind for good company
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    Little rough but something I have been working on (ps love your stuff, keep it up)

    I once knew a girl,
    stout and proud,
    Others whispered, "What pride is this? Surely, one so large in appearance should be hidden away like an indiscretion, not on display like its a public virtue."
    I stopped her in the street, "Fool, do you not hear how they slander you thus?"
    She glared at me and walked on,
    Hubris prevented me,
    I stopped her a second time, "Vanity! Do I charge you with vanity or deafness?",
    She turned to me, "Oh come now, I am inflicted with neither deafness nor vanity, I am too intoxicated for that?"
    Snapped back with self-righteous majesty, "Thus you accuse the old ale of dulling your wits? I urge you to return to piety and renounce the naked sin. "

    Laughter, she rewarded my seriousness with laughter, "I am intoxicated but drunk I am not. Life is about masks, inner radiance must be shielded, only when one individual appears on horseback, can inner radiance be revealed. But if we always wear masks, how will the one on horseback recongise me thus? I am intoxicated not by beverage but by love. Love has freed me, I have learnt that my large appearance has made me the envy of the street, for my stoutness is merely an inner reflection of the love I have to offer and that scares them. But love must live without fear and thus I should be proud of my stoutness."

    Dumbfounded, "You trouble me! Is this some kind of riddle?"

    Smile widen, "I speak plainly, but around here plain speech has no sympathetic ear, thus a riddle it must be. How dare anyone say what they actually think. Hasn't our entire society been built on people who do not speak their mind? But I have no time, I will continue on the path of love, I am what I am and can never be a mask."

    Like that she left. Born a woman, been surrounded by females, but on that day, I met my first woman and I never wanted to be anything else since.
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    (Original post by Thus-Spoke-Lara)
    Little rough but something I have been working on (ps love your stuff, keep it up)

    I once knew a girl,
    stout and proud,
    Others whispered, "What pride is this? Surely, one so large in appearance should be hidden away like an indiscretion, not on display like its a public virtue."
    I stopped her in the street, "Fool, do you not hear how they slander you thus?"
    She glared at me and walked on,
    Hubris prevented me,
    I stopped her a second time, "Vanity! Do I charge you with vanity or deafness?",
    She turned to me, "Oh come now, I am inflicted with neither deafness nor vanity, I am too intoxicated for that?"
    Snapped back with self-righteous majesty, "Thus you accuse the old ale of dulling your wits? I urge you to return to piety and renounce the naked sin. "

    Laughter, she rewarded my seriousness with laughter, "I am intoxicated but drunk I am not. Life is about masks, inner radiance must be shielded, only when one individual appears on horseback, can inner radiance be revealed. But if we always wear masks, how will the one on horseback recongise me thus? I am intoxicated not by beverage but by love. Love has freed me, I have learnt that my large appearance has made me the envy of the street, for my stoutness is merely an inner reflection of the love I have to offer and that scares them. But love must live without fear and thus I should be proud of my stoutness."

    Dumbfounded, "You trouble me! Is this some kind of riddle?"

    Smile widen, "I speak plainly, but around here plain speech has no sympathetic ear, thus a riddle it must be. How dare anyone say what they actually think. Hasn't our entire society been built on people who do not speak their mind? But I have no time, I will continue on the path of love, I am what I am and can never be a mask."

    Like that she left. Born a woman, been surrounded by females, but on that day, I met my first woman and I never wanted to be anything else since.
    amazing poem, still thinking about its meanings. I hope we can use this thread to talk about the complexities of being a woman more xx
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    Nice. I think you should edit though, to fix the spelling and grammar.
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    she loves the jabberwocky
    she wanted to be Lennon
    her life didn't make sense anyway
    in her head she was a dead white poet
    her blackness slapped her
    through reflections
    like cold water to a sleeping soul
    she got a third on her first year of uni
    half a decade later
    no piece of paper to show for her intelligence
    just grey matter
    that transmits "I still exist".
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    she motions through
    glass in silence
    as a neutral bystander
    encased in film reel
    and rhythm
    muted
    the confusion in her eyes said it all
    somebody's down in my name
    I did nothing and remember little.
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    Glad you liked it. I would love to have this discussion with you guys.

    To be a woman, not to be a man, sister do not let the devil come between us, we are not defined by our relationship to man. To be a woman, to be part of a line of women, sister do not let the devil come between us, we are not formed of the left over parts of the nameless, we are each unique in our souls. To be a woman, to give birth, sister do not let the devil come between us, life givers may-we-be, but our wombs merely carry, our spirit gives life and our spirit is more than one feature. To be a woman, to be a woman, to be a woman, to be a woman just is her spirit and her body the home of the spirit. If you want to know this woman, know her for her spirit and not her body or relation to you.
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    I am happy that we had this chance to exchange verses, I do hope it helped, and I look forward to reading your blog when it comes out.

    Keep in simple and simply interesting is always a good writing motto to adopt.
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    she loves the jabberwocky
    she wanted to be Lennon
    her life didn't make sense anyway
    in her head she was a dead white poet
    her blackness slapped her
    through reflections
    like cold water to a sleeping soul
    she got a third on her first year of uni
    half a decade later
    no piece of paper to show for her intelligence
    just grey matter
    that transmits "I still exist".
    AMAZiIIING *o* !! :love:
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    feel so alone.
    black is the color of my true love's hair
    she sang.
    as her bony fingers slammed
    against cold white keys,
    afro thick and shining.
    my tresses are black and white
    like the chords you play.
    white in stress and black for youth.
    feel so alone
    covered in modesty and God's grace
    people look at me
    i don't like fame,
    how I long for the day
    although naked,
    no man will look at woman,
    forsaken.
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    My new poem, which I've posted on my blog, http://l-rocksallthetime.blogspot.co.uk/

    I feel it starts strong but weakens in imagery as you go along the poem... please share ur thoughts!

    red roses for you,
    violence is blue,
    share a pink kiss, 'neath the autumn sky
    bruised eye 'neath the glasses on the Tesco aisle.
    I am not the ying to your yang
    God, how can I escape this man?
    Just a fruitful experience that went so sour
    like sucking a lemon
    I woke up in shudder from your perfect clean odor.
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    but psychedelia overtakes
    and sits a top
    my eyeballs and head
    it tells me to run through the glass
    into the green grass
    breath in toxic atmosphere
    and breathe out health.
    A faded photograph from the 60s
    I wish to emulate
    those shimmying girls
    in their paisley overalls and see-through boots.
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    good
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    faceless facial non-movements lead others astray,
    emotionless and hassle free
    pray tell
    if this monster has a heart
    worth striking your acid soaked arrow for?
    or is she-monster only a vessel
    of obscene whispers and projections
    of other's hatred and carelessness.
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    Sin O'clock
    its ticks
    to countdown to when you can 'relax'
    and get back to the usual
    A toothpaste smile for breakfast
    mask on the piety with your
    hungry belly.
    but actual insincerity,
    when do we learn?
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    Eid poem

    eid is here, far from a happy New year awakening
    The war is not over
    It rages over and from the inside
    They won't give peace a chance
    Says the victims in Burma Syria Central African Republic and Saudi
    They hurt the Prophets mosque
    They make me afraid to visit and fulfil the dream
    but we shouldn't give up celebrating and having a righteous happy spirit
    Eid is an ordainment for us
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    (Original post by MJlover)
    Eid poem

    eid is here, far from a happy New year awakening
    The war is not over
    It rages over and from the inside
    They won't give peace a chance
    Says the victims in Burma Syria Central African Republic and Saudi
    They hurt the Prophets mosque
    They make me afraid to visit and fulfil the dream
    but we shouldn't give up celebrating and having a righteous happy spirit
    Eid is an ordainment for us
    Your seriously talented definitely following you
 
 
 
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