Anybody here write poetry and short stories?

[Ziggiy]

This is old and yes I bit the title from Nas but the subject matter is entirely different


The World Is Yours Pt. 2

(Poetic Inclinations)

Exactly one year to the date in this time capsule which represents a life in which you play a significant part, sort of a mythical angel from the depths of fantasy lore. I dipped my quill in the inspirational ink of my heart and wrote you a piece in which I spoke of the message that represents the universal truth that the World Is Truly Yours. A theme that permeates to this day, even with the continued cycle of a new calendar season. And which will prove accurate until the end of recorded chronology, your beauty exists within infinity beyond the understanding of common sense or reason. As man looks up with wonder at the glory of the Sun, I often contemplate if we truly grasp the fact that it is within your esteemed light we bask. To fully describe the concept in its full magnificence is certainly no simple task. It takes an hour just to find the right words to characterize how your beauty influences even the strict resolve of fate. It takes a 24 hour period to piece together a rhyme that accurately defines how your smile causes everything surrounding you to illuminate. It takes a week to formulate a stanza which can epitomize your intelligence and give the essence of your prestige it's proper due. It takes a month of editing and revision before any of the lyrics are worthy enough to be presented in front of you. For your eyes deserve to behold only the creme de la creme, a sonnet of grandeur soaring on golden wings. Never had the pleasure of meeting your mother but its clear that both me and her could agree that through her labor she birthed the rarest of Queens. From the lineage of Sheba; Strong, Proud, and Elegant, the hands of heaven shaped your very demeanor and disposition. Perfectly formulated as God's Gift and polished as black beauty with expert precision. So just know I write your name with nothing less than reverence as I bring the subject of this sequel full circle and back to it's core.

As a reminder that no matter where you go or where you will ultimately end up, The World Is Yours...

 

[Poh SIti Dawn]

The Cold Woman

This morning: Sitting on the back of my car I flicked my cigarette to the guitar chords of an Elis Regina song and thought. My cigarette came to an abrupt end and to my surprise the moment was over before I could collect my thoughts. I figured that finally I should tell a story that I’ve longed more than any other to write about, although I’m tempted not to. It isn’t because of the events that took place, but instead the absence of my favorite pen, that makes me question: Will this meaningless pen produce nothing other than a meaningless story?
In Berlin I was introduced to an Englishman named Matt who seemed to be my age, if not a few years older, regardless of our undeniable differences: My dark skin, his pale white skin, my American accent, and his somewhat charming English accent, which amazed me. I am a friendly man, and if I am to utter or even shout words, they reek of sincerity and kindness, but Matt, his whispers could turn an argument into an agreement, and from there I knew we could be friends. A bar that I would find on my own, would soon become the place where I’d meet her. A bar that sat in the middle of a neighborhood, a neighborhood that sat near a train yard, and a train yard that barely sat outside of Berlin, but was still reachable by a subway car that sadly reflected the neighborhood, that Matt and I would travel in. The neighborhood was breathless, but still blossomed with life, the streets were dark but the people glowed. And in the middle of this cold neighborhood was an old bar that Russian sailors would frequent long before I would arrive in Berlin. In front of the bar stood a woman in a black dress. Matt peaked inside, unsure if this were the right place, but I assured him and took a step forward to enter. Smoke filled the room, and with the old furniture being paralyzed, it had no other choice than to inhale. Beers were ordered and we’d sit to smoke. Matt and I would converse for some odd minutes before I’d be plagued with a stomach upsetting sickness, and Matt himself felt a similar way. I assume this because he spoke in agreeance when I mentioned having a cigarette outside. Grabbing our beers and cigarettes we walked cautiously through the bar, trying to avoid the smoke as best as we could. Soon upon finding the exit and entering the outside world, matt would find himself in a conversation with 2 strangers. Myself? I stood there in amazement, the woman in the black dress who spoke not. Who stood taller than me, although she was shorter. Somewhat drunk I stood and attempted to collect my thoughts and after a few seconds I was able to act them out, they would go: Grab beer, one sip, my stomach couldn’t handle much more, but I figured it’d calm me. Reach in my pocket, grab my pack of cigarettes and take one out, along with my lighter. “Flick”, “flick”, hold your thumb down, inhale, exhale, now speak.
“Why haven’t you gone inside yet?”
“I’m the bouncer.”
“Have you ever had to fukk someone up?” I said sarcastically.
“No.”
“You’re pretty, where are you from?”
“Russia.”
“Oh word. Ya Ruski”
She smiled for an instance, but quickly replied “No you’re not.”
“You’re right, what are you doing in Berlin?”
“Oh, I’m just working”
I smiled, I was content, I was happy. And for the next 30 minutes I’d get this woman to smile more and even speak more, as if these things were only natural to her. Before I knew it, Matt and I would be in a cab riding back home, and the next morning I’d reminiscence about how I made the coldest woman warm.

 

[IronFist]

This Shadow Hour we polarize wax and moon
We drink exquisite whisk engage in tantric sex lotus bloom
Pinch of ambiance sense, My Love supreme, whats that scent
no more theories mami lets invent
Mystic stimulant, Im cosmic fire
Replenish the seeds, until the earth expires
all thats require ----the birth messiah
Ennegram and crescent
to my future seeds confer the lessons
Her stature and frame-----effervescent
She Say my tongue the equivalent of perfection
claim my words are hypnotic suggestion
I Say to drive audiovoyance of projection
Istand a phallic god with an erection
Spread eagle like heru and im blessing you with injections

 

[Bender Rodriguez]

Im taking a fiction writing class this semester in college. I just turned in my first story and it went better then i thought. I basically got an anti-hero story im working on to be like 5-6 novels, most of the novels will be episodic.

 

[IronFist]

im rusty as fukk

 

[Bender Rodriguez]

im rusty as fukk

just dive back in breh, once you get in the mindstate...you good

 

[IronFist]

wrote something last night...post it whenever i get the chance.

 

[Batz]

Currently writing a short story. It about some animals fighting wizards and demons.

 

[IronFist]

Pristine, the esteem is embedded in a 16
I deliver in a elixir or like a alchemical tinctures
By hermetic Members, Words become phrases and phrases become sentences
Let me breakdown the mathematics
Cause they say we living in the 7 but operating in the 6
compress and manipulate like cymatics
My clique be full of savages
who study Egyptian Cuneiform and such subject matters
As The Mahabharata & Thoths Emerald Tablets

some of this shyt i dont remember even writing damn

 

[LevelUp]

got some talent ass people on this site.

 

[IronFist]

need to start flexing my pen once again....let it build and up.....and start bombing

 

[IronFist]

poetry being cac shyt

do you know your history?

 

[IronFist]

wrote something a couple of days ago, dedicated to the black woman.

 

[Poh SIti Dawn]

Haven't written in a minute, but here's a poem that I wrote yesterday:


"As I stand, I am drenched,
And traces of my past are washed away,
As I stand, I stand with the sense of a man,
But the memories of an amnesiac"

 

[Poh SIti Dawn]

I did a 10 minute free-write the other night ago, as I realized that I hadn't written anything in a while. I decided to write about simplicity, a topic that I thought of while I was bowling with my cousin.

"The funny thing about simplicity is that it is no receiver of simple thought. Instead simplicity is a feeling that we get from the "unconscious mind", a term coined by Sigmund Freud. Simplicity can be described as "the uncontrollable beauty", which is also known as 'nature' or 'human nature' when describing people like ourselves. There is something simple about both man & woman. Frizzy hair, a cough and a sneeze, and of course, the infamous smile. A smile rises both the sun and, to some extent spins the world as much as there are teeth in a mouth, each having it's own story which starts before it's existence like a child which was a thought before a being. Now a being, a child must be what it is, rather than what it can be. I should explain, but words are best viewed unexplained."