^could get into something like that
Anybody here write poetry and short stories?
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TheArchitect
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You might be interested in Post-Rock then, breh
You looking for shyt like this?
Butterfly Explosion - Automatic - YouTube
As a matter of fact.....that is EXACTLY the kind of shyt I be looking for. I just never really had a real genre name to look up...
Post-Rock, eh.....
Nintendough
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I'm thinking of listening to Death Metal one of these times while writing a poem. I want to see what types of thoughts would come out. 
As a matter of fact.....that is EXACTLY the kind of shyt I be looking for. I just never really had a real genre name to look up...
Post-Rock, eh.....
Yup. Post-Rock's the shyt. Some good bands to get you started would be Explosions In the Sky, Butterfly Explosion, God Is an Astronaut, I Hear Sirens, Mono, and Saxon Shore. If you've seen Friday Night Lights, then you've already heard Explosion In the Sky. They had a grip of songs scattered throughout that film
I'm thinking of listening to Death Metal one of these times while writing a poem. I want to see what types of thoughts would come out.
Death Metal is too much
. But I do wonder what emo-rock will bring out of me 
mbewane
Knicks: 93 til infinity
You might be interested in Post-Rock then, breh
You looking for shyt like this?
Butterfly Explosion - Automatic - YouTube
Yup. Post-Rock's the shyt. Some good bands to get you started would be Explosions In the Sky, Butterfly Explosion, God Is an Astronaut, I Hear Sirens, Mono, and Saxon Shore. If you've seen Friday Night Lights, then you've already heard Explosion In the Sky. They had a grip of songs scattered throughout that film
These might end up on my writing playlist
TheArchitect
All Star
I'm willing....
His Dreams
I am a child of his integration,
That for which he marched, for which he cried,
For which he bled, for which he died,
For whose cause he endured, so our plight would be cured,
So his children would grow, with their future secured,
I am a child of his integration, but am I a child of his dream?
Of his plans of his schemes, where his consciousness streamed?
Did he dream of our ghettos, of the hate we've been taught,
Of the wealth we've eschewed for the foolishness bought,
Of the fatherless homes, and the kids who result,
Intellectuals we mock, But the thugs we exalt,
I am a child of his integration, though not his intent,
This is not what he saw, whenever he dreamt,
He didn't dream of our women to be hated and scorned,
Made fun of, mistreated for the skin that adorns,
And what of youth, sadly truth, is they've been led astray,
So called men, really boys, don't show them the way,
When rappers and athletes are all that they see,
When they see all the videos and scoff at degrees,
Is this what he meant? Not really it seems,
We are bred of his hopes, but not of it his dreams,
RIP, Dr. King
I am a child of his integration,
That for which he marched, for which he cried,
For which he bled, for which he died,
For whose cause he endured, so our plight would be cured,
So his children would grow, with their future secured,
I am a child of his integration, but am I a child of his dream?
Of his plans of his schemes, where his consciousness streamed?
Did he dream of our ghettos, of the hate we've been taught,
Of the wealth we've eschewed for the foolishness bought,
Of the fatherless homes, and the kids who result,
Intellectuals we mock, But the thugs we exalt,
I am a child of his integration, though not his intent,
This is not what he saw, whenever he dreamt,
He didn't dream of our women to be hated and scorned,
Made fun of, mistreated for the skin that adorns,
And what of youth, sadly truth, is they've been led astray,
So called men, really boys, don't show them the way,
When rappers and athletes are all that they see,
When they see all the videos and scoff at degrees,
Is this what he meant? Not really it seems,
We are bred of his hopes, but not of it his dreams,
RIP, Dr. King
^feeling your drops breh. real reflective keep it up homie 
We are their worst nightmare, their terrors come true,
Young, black, and gifted with knowledge accrued,
Well read and well spoken, and scholars indeed,
Not children, but men, and ready to lead,
For we are the future, and when it unfolds,
And legends are crafted and stories are told,
Remember I warned that the system would fight,
To keep us in darkness and stamp out the light,
We are the voice of Diallo, and Young Emmett Till,
We are Oscar Grant's spirit as his body lay still,
We are Martin and Malcolm, and Huey combined,
A force beyond men, is power defined,
And Barack was a warning, but only the first,
There is no illusion, we'll not be dispersed,
Young cubs are now panthers, who've grown to embrace,
Society's wrongs and the power of race,
Fear not any violence, we battle in peace,
Just note our rise as our numbers increase,
Young, black, and gifted with knowledge accrued,
Doubt if you want as the nightmare come true,
Young, black, and gifted with knowledge accrued,
Well read and well spoken, and scholars indeed,
Not children, but men, and ready to lead,
For we are the future, and when it unfolds,
And legends are crafted and stories are told,
Remember I warned that the system would fight,
To keep us in darkness and stamp out the light,
We are the voice of Diallo, and Young Emmett Till,
We are Oscar Grant's spirit as his body lay still,
We are Martin and Malcolm, and Huey combined,
A force beyond men, is power defined,
And Barack was a warning, but only the first,
There is no illusion, we'll not be dispersed,
Young cubs are now panthers, who've grown to embrace,
Society's wrongs and the power of race,
Fear not any violence, we battle in peace,
Just note our rise as our numbers increase,
Young, black, and gifted with knowledge accrued,
Doubt if you want as the nightmare come true,
mbewane
Knicks: 93 til infinity
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For those of you who might want to consider submitting some of your work, you never know
For those of you who might want to consider submitting some of your work, you never know
Water flows like slow motion

Love for you has no potion

Water shows no emotion

Losing your love is like erosion

I compare you just like the ocean

Because being with you was set in motion

And you have my complete devotion
Love for you has no potion

Water shows no emotion

Losing your love is like erosion

I compare you just like the ocean

Because being with you was set in motion

And you have my complete devotion
where my homie fist at?
Nintendough
#Kliq
I'll drop something later 