I'd say that i love you, but I've forgotten what that is..
wait that sounds so cliche can we try again?
Okay let me breathe
eeep...ahhh

I'd say that i love you but i can't bring myself to try to love again
my hearts shattered and i have trouble even calling someone friend.
I'd tell you that you mean the world to me but then you'd fly away from my orbit,
I'd be a lonely planet once again, a more pathetic wretch than Norbit.

I'd say that nothing bad would happen while you're in my arms, but i'd be a lying ponce. i'm trapped by romantics and having to keep myself from being hurt with my stone heart. dark and void filled like an endless wormhole

If God loves us then why do so many young and loved ones have to die?
And if good loves us why do people want, destroy others and cry?
If God loves us then why is the world rife with pain?
If he loves us then why do these things happen? It's driving me insane!

Now I'm far from a rocket scientist, but I do belive the answer to these questions is
That if the world didn't have needs, then we wouldn't need a God
Now I know that that answer does seem kind of odd
But I believe that terrible tragedies happen so we stubborn humans would actually call on his name
Because we love to pray when rain clouds come over our lives but not when the weather is calm and tame

If I could be a character
In film written word or in video game
I'd have to choose the character
From which I got part of my name
Alucard, yes the Damphir son of Count Vlad Tepes
I would if I could become this powerful walking pile of vampiric unholy flesh

Now you may be wondering why?  Why would I walk down his path?
Well dear reader, I'm very glad that you asked
You see, when I think of Alucard, Castlevania I confess comes to mind.
Symphony of the night more specifically, but I'll save that game for another time.
In the game he battles against insurmountable odds, just to answer the question
Is it truly right to follow the fate to which you were destined, even at the cost of many lives?

If I could be an animal
I'd easily pick a dog
Why?
Well I could sniff my way out of a blinding
Fog
And I could get cuddled and hugged all day
I could also **** couches with out being called odd

I'd have green or blue eyes
And I'd be able to take dumps and *** on trees
And not be maligned or despised

If I could be in love
I'd hold her close every night
I'd call her and make her smile
Just because that sight would bring happiness to my long dead eyes

I'd accept her flaws
If she was willing to live with mine
I'm not perfect but I'd to my best to prove I'm worth it
Every day and night

Now I've been alone and taken
And happy, and that also means at one point my chest cavity Felt like it was breaking
But my life, is mine and my path is what I'll choose
So all I need is someone to walk with, could it be you

If an end can be a beginning
And a beginning can be an end
Then I'm probably a rough corner
Too odd for life to bend
Stretch into conformity?
I hope that doesn't happen to me.
I owned my weirdness long ago
If you gave me drugs that would probably normalize me

So if I ever feel better, If I ever go outside when it's warm in a turtleneck sweater
Put a lyrical bullet through my brain
Because I'm far from normal, if you see me that way I've gone insane

If I had something inspiring on my mind don't you think that I would've written it by now
I love being a writer but sometimes it gets me down
The pressure escalates like the water in the everglades to top myself, like pulling miracles out of my head is a miraculous act
I can't turn water into wine And I can't turn stacks of hay into clever punchlines
I guess what I'm trying to say, like Dr. Mccoy  is that I'm a writer not a magician
I can only take what myself and others have gone through, and turn it into something relatable, that maybe just maybe someone will take something positive out of what was written

If i ruled the world id have hockey games settle evry dispute now that may not seem cute but if all that passion by politicians is displayed on the ice then we might not be in needless disputes
If you're rude to me if i was emperor you see id not be cruel and force you to eat nothing but bread and gruel id simply have you put out of your misery because you're clearly a loon
Now you may not like every whim and policy but i promise id try to come off as endearing I'll kiss babies and give to charity and explain my thoughts with the utmost clarity and maybe go on Larry King

But all punchlines aside if i ruled the world and everything in it id make it so we treated addicts like humans not vermin and remain sane to help the insane and truamatized because so many people suffer behind their eyes and
I'd decide to abolish money so greed wouldn't decide the fates of those out here in these streets
Id make it so we gave back to the earth so much that weve taken from it and actually do things that benefit the environment not **** wildlife

If i still had passion id spend more than a healthy amount of time trying to figure the possibility of us out
but that dream was doused by the water of doubt

If a fire was still in my soul i would throw myself into loving you every second of every day
but sadly the flame has flickered out, my hearts been suffering a long winded. seemingly endless drought.

-Noir

Excuse me please
it seems that I've forgotten something
important, my memory is very distorted
it would seem as though I've forgotten how to love.
I can't remember what it's like to give affection and to make a mental investment
into somebody else to go for that special person when you know you need help.
to give hugs when they cry and kisses during a great day of laughs.

could you remind me how to do that?

If Overthinking was a contested sport
I'm sorry but I'm sure I'd have 8 gold medals and be endorsed
It's something I wish I was nowhere near as good at as I am of course

If self doubt was a state of mind.
That'd be a constant for me I'd find.
I don't know why, but I'm always quick to criticize
Myself, my playing of music and most of all my rhymes.

I guess if I was a film I'd probably be pulp fiction
Out of order and nonsensical to some,
But to someone with a similar sense of vision
My tatters would be silken robes
And she'd be Cleopatra maybe... I don't know.

If we date
Then I'll do all I can to create
Memories both physical and mental
And I'll do my best to make sure that
The status of my feelings isn't up for debate

If we date, please expect
That I'll ***** up, I'll make mistakes so often that it may cause blood to boil in your head.
But I'll do my damndest to make sure that you know
I'll do anything to make you happy, all I ask is that same level of love, respect, and dedication you show.

If we date
You can't touch my phone
I like my privacy and if you can't respect that then honestly you can leave me the hell alone.
Why do people assume if I don't let you access my social networks and a my electronic devices
That I'm being unfaithful when left to my own devices? 

If we date
Then I'm going to have days when I'll spend time with my friends
Not because I don't like spending time with you but because I need space to breathe and rediscover those spaces in me that I haven't given to you

Okay look I'm sick of the games
I'm sick of getting attached only for you to keep dropping other names
I'm sick of all that so just let me know
do you even want me? or like me?
I can move if that's not so
I mean don't get me wrong I do care about you
I think you're beautiful but don't let that make it seem I can't live without you
I mean I'll admit I've made mistakes
but **** it my dignity and my pride isn't something I'll let you take advantage of because that's already been done to me before
you think I'm not new to this thing when I know all too well the score

So like I said if you really want me around then **** it just let me know
I'm only a text or a call away so don't be afraid to hurt me, I'll just grow
I mean, you never text me anyway even when I text you first
in fact, all this is is getting my frustrations with you down in verse.
anyway I'm sick of games and love being an unsolvable puzzle
just lay it out how you feel about me
we'll save both time and blood on my knuckles

I guess you're right
And there's, nothing anyone can do about it
I can no longer doubt it
I'm a poet.
A conveyer of feelings through the written word.
Who helps others heal their pain by revisiting old hurts
It's a strange occupation
And interesting conversation to have
So when people ask me,  Nero, what are you?
I can say that I'm many things.
Insecure, unsafe, lost, fearful of my own future
Disabled, confused, alone, and wounded beyond suture.

But above all else, I AM A POET

I hate my stupid brain
Always forgetting, day dreaming and overthinking
Scheming on things that I know can't happen, or won't for some time
And when it's not doing that it's arranging words and punch lines together by rhythm and syllables that rhyme

I hate my stupid heart, always anxious and never not being optimistic,
Always creating dreams that my brain will produce
Always searching for something beside hockey and poetry to invest in, when I don't even know how to do my taxes.

Lastly, brain we need to have one more chat
I know we've had our differences, which is weird because you occupy the space underneath my scalp.
But if you could be so kind as to become more flexible to changes in a rehearsed routine
That would be, dear fleshy *****, simply keen

I do have a dream
like the good Dr. King
I know that with time
New trials life brings
I dream of a day
where kids can go out and play
and won't have to worry about
waking up in the hospital later that day

I dreamt of a place that is filled with beautiful things
and maybe, just maybe I can make a living with six strings
my mind wandered onto a plane where it's not considered insane,
to love everything and everyone, regardless of color, creed, or even their last name

Maybe this dream will be fulfilled,
maybe while I'm alive,
but I know that place exsists
it's in front of God's Eyes
I dream of that place
with a halo and that long white robe,
that place many call heaven
where the streets are paved with gold,

The buildings made of priceless jewels,
all our hurts and pain brought to the final curtain call
I dream of this wondrous place
where hopefully, once again I'll see you all.

I hope my eyes arent deceiving me
Because ive never beheld such beauty
Her long silky hair, her eyes and smile though pain it mustve masked
She was like a gem from angle, perfection in all aspects
Her laughter was like a chord on a spanish guitar
Man, we couldve gone so far
Together as one, mind body and soul joined together
But i couldnt muster up the courage to tell you how i felt, and after the fact we talk and you felt the same
Man, regret is gonna drive both of us insane

I let my mind wander,
And I don't think it came back

I let my heart travel, and it suffered from constant attack

I let my mouth run away, and it's still not returned to this day

I watched my legs abandon me
And my arms crawled into the sea
Totally independent of me

But, losing all these things taught me a very simple and poignant lesson

Appreciate what you have before it's gone, because what you take for granted someone wants and isn't afraid to deal with some stressing

I won't have kids
I'm very serious
Not until i can say to them
"I lived through a time when it was unhealthy to have your curly hair and brown skin,
When you could be killed over an assumption. Yes I know even if you had nothing to do with it.
I lived through a time when it didn't mean much to us to serve and protect.
But your generation can do better than us,
We caught and exposed via our phones and social media the power lustful and corrupt

But we only received this torch from those that walked up and down on this path before us.
I want you to do better and be better than us my child, so go out into the world and be proud of your heritage and who you are
Remember the struggles we went through, so they never happen again. "

I lost it
I think I've finally lost my edge
there are next to no
****** thoughts
running through my head

I can't envision touching on her spots so gently but firmly
holding her tight while she squirmed on excitement
kissing on her neck and biting like that which is my namesake,
I need my edge back, what's it going to take

I can't picture grinding on her hot exposed flesh kissing down her slowly to the area where pleasure rests
licking her bowl slowly savoring every drop like a kid in a candy shop
I'm lost here, I need to really sit and collect my thoughts

I'm losing sight of making passionate love to her allow through the night thrusting deep between her walls like a dark dark knight
bringing each other to life with every moan and squeeze
until that final moment of sweet release

wait... I think I still got it ;)

I'm a love hungry *****.
There i admit it.
I'm owning up to it
Because this singleness while pleasant for a time is getting older than cheap gold

But I don't want lazy or incomplete love
I want the kind of love that fills my heart up to the point it runs over
the kind that just to make someone happy I'd dive from the cliffs of dover

The love that says "It's okay babe, I know you had a long day. Here I got you some arizona, I hope you feel okay"
The kind that knows when somethings wrong and how to back away

Basically I want to meet someone that'll show me why with others it didn't work out
And when I meet her (wherever she is) I hope there's no doubt

I'm blooming can't you see
The soil hasn't been kind to me
It's like trying to break through hot gravel
Or cold concrete
I'm blooming, it just takes a long time
Longer than it would to find 5 weird words that rhyme with time, because this lack of rain has come at a horrible time

I'm growing, my roots spread slowly but surely
I'm not sure when I'm going to flower but I'm glad it's not too early
Patience is necessary when dealing with me, as I'm a work in progress but clearly that you cannot see
You expected a finished product but I was given to you as I was

Maybe I shouldn't be planted by you
.. you can't wait on my leaves to grow robust

I'm Clay but I'm difficult to mold
you can't just shape to fit your perceived goal
you see my body but not what I keep locked in my soul
You can cut me open, bake me in an oven and attempt to sculpt me into your idea of perfection,
but I'll simply melt, or fall apart, it's like I'm a pile of clay with a scarred heart

I have my own thoughts and feelings,
I'm human, remember?

I have desires and needs too
I'm human, remember?

I have dislikes and likes as well
I'm human, remember?

I have emotions with considering too
I'm human, remember?

I have a beating heart and a sound mind
I make mistakes and sometimes I'm unkind
I have strengths and weaknesses
I've cried, laughed, and been struck speechless

I'm human, remember?

Im laughing
when you say that your hair is a mess
Im laughing
when you say you never look your best

Why am i laughing you ask as anger fills your chest?

Im laughing because i see the unique spirit behind your eyes
im laughing because to your own beauty you seem to be blind
Im laughing because you're so **** beautiful, both inside and out

I find it funny that you think your so plain, because that isnt by any stretch of the imagination true, without a doubt

You know I'm no good
for your heart mind or soul
so I guess that's why you're not bothered with me
you saw ahead and didn't even let me know.

You know I'm no good
I can't bring anything to the table
you saw that I'm a horrible waiter
and ran like a stallion from a stable

You know I'm no good,
you saw through my glass chest
and through to my broken spirit
and destroyed me for the best

I'm sick
I've got the flu
so I let the cat outta the bag
I'm feeling bad,
so forgive my lack of lyrical display
it's caused me lots of dismay
So please find it in your hearts to forgive me today
I'll be poetic again when I'm better, trust me :)

I'm single.
And it has obvious benefits
I don't have to share my food, and i won't be yelled at for occasionally being emotionally
Oblivious.
But I'm a mess too, a disaster that no one wants a part of, but i guess that's why I'm apart from most everyone.

I'm single
Because it takes courage to love, courage that i don't have anymore because I've cried too much like a purple dove.
Everyday i see random couples out there in the streets under the spell of love
And being crippled by the hooks of loneliness i look up above and wonder what sin did i commit?
Can i change this sentence with a legal team and a habeus corpus writ?

I'm single
And cynical, growing more everyday.
I can't even appreciate a love song anymore, i know i sound crazed.
But you'd feel the same if everyday
You die just a bit more inside with each affectionate display.

I'm single
Because i can't offer anything but myself
No wealth, mediocre at best looks, and at best average health.
I'm a wreck no one wants to fix... so I'll do it without help.

I'm tired
Fatigued
of what this crazy thing called life
has done to my heart
cracking it open like a walnut
eating it's fill of affection, love, and feelings
tidying up, tossing the shell back into my room
then saying "Thanks for this meal? see you again at noon!"

Seriously..... everyone I've ever wanted for about a year or so has either been taken hated me or been out walking the stroll

ya know it's earth shattering and depriving to the soul to know that everybody has someone perfect for them but that someone hasn't found me or I haven't them..

what then? what does it take, for me to find someone who's never even considered a heart to break?
who won't play with my head....
won't rip me to pieces over something stupid that I said

Allow me to rant like a vulture with no carrion, I'm carrying a burden that's stiffer than Shinsuke Nakamura revolving around something simple, my job.

Now let me start of by saying I like my job, it's simple and pays a decent wage
But I'm incensed at myself, it's a never ceasing rage

Because it's natural to want out of the nest, but dear old mom's job market is phasing out
And I'm caught between her and my own nagging self doubt

Because I want to move away, have my own Corner of the earth
But every time I want to get serious about this ambition I think of her being physically or financially hurt

So I'm stuck in a position that makes no sense

Maybe, just maybe that's why I'm incensed

Miss independent
So beautiful, so fly
You say you don't need anybody?
We all know that's a lie

We respect what you bring
To the table,
You took the initiative to support and provide for yourself, because you can will and are able

But girl, don't assume that a man with limited finances isn't worth your time
He may not have a jet, three cars, but he's willing to invest his time

He may not be Bill gates, making billions everyday
But If he goes out if his way to make you happy
You'd be dumb not to let him stay

So miss independent
Before you say that men are worthless, shiftless and not worth the time
Stop listening to your bitter single friends, and try to change your state of mind

Insomniacs by NeroameeAlucard


I can't sleep obviously so it's fitting to new to write a little blurb about my sleeping inability for real it seems like ever since I touched this pen to this pad in my head Slumber can't be had I'm glad that I can channel my feelings into words and not stupid actions or acting without any sense of rationality but in reality I need sleep **** it  so brain start counting sheep

1.
2..
3...
4....
5.....
6......
7.......

nope the Sheep have failed and recently took an express route to heaven or I'm still sugar buzzed from 7-11 whatever I need sleep so Nero make yourself but you can't even force Sleep on yourself especially since you have next to no wealth I mean **** IT VOICES GO THE **** TO BED or I'll make sure you attempt to wake up in the ocean weighed down by lead
.
..

not talking huh? good :)

Now here's a little story that I got to tell
about what got me to start writing you don't know so well
it start way back, in history when I lost something very close and dear to me
When I was still a kid about the fifth or sixth grade
I loved music my action figures and kung fu movies like the raid
it was a lovely spring day that I lost this something
and changed my life forever and got my notebook thunping

I was sitting at the table eating dinner as it was the nighttime
and as sure as now that I'm writing this rhyme
I fell out from the table, and seized on the floor
I woke up tired and queasy along with sore
so that's the story of what inspired me to write
what did I lose? I lost my old life

Inspiration is a tricky mistress
one day she's laying down letting you having your way
the next she's up and whipping your chest
with a cat of nine tails
beating you into submission with little room for thoughts of poetry or tales.
So if you'll excuse my lack of writing dears I have a headache that could down Odin or Thor in one blow I have a headache THIS BIG and I can barely think straight so this won't sound as great as I may or may not intend dear friends
so inspiration hasn't struck
More accurately it's been beating my brains in all week
So I've.been gone for a little while hopefully I can create something unique

teaming up with someone close to you
can do some wondrous things
having someone introduce new flows to you
inspiration, this is what it brings

Some new ideas and concepts
start bouncing into my head
reactivating those strange parts of my brain
that I thought were long long dead

maybe this why I'm writing in a traditional fashion
I'm used to writing with such internal rhyme
most would confuse for rapping

but anyway to my loving writing partner
thank you for reawakening part of my twisted head
for revitalizing all of those parts of my slowly breaking brain
and all of the cobwebs to the gulls they've gone
done done. six feet deep. dead.

I'd like to thank eveybody for their time,
as we conduct this interview in rhyme.
If you have a disability such as mine,
Everybody wants to pry into your mind.
So in this piece im going to address,
all the questions im asked, i intend to put that to rest.
But i can't do this alone, i require some help
Bluestar , thank you so much for providing assistance
Yes thanks, ladies and gentleman, here we go,
What we have here is a fine young specimen,
A young age male with a disability no one knows,
And what is it, you ask?
Why, I don't mind if I do begin to explain him
Epilepsy, that's what it is,
It's what he's got inside
And before you start to ask, no it's not a mental disorder
Do you want to hear the facts or think the fiction, you have to decide
Shall i dispense with the facts?
Hmm with the mighty sword of knowledge ignorance i shall attack!
Epilepsy is a neurological disorder,
It causes me to be prone to seizures.
Not the kind that causes the removal of property,
But occasionally my brain will fry, and my body go crazy,
Like a vampire exposed to holy ether
But don't worry, he's not going to die,
If you're with him when it happens you cannot run and hide
He'll need you to support him, to make sure he's okay
Make sure things are out of his reach and do not force him to obey
In conclusion dear friends, im just like you,
I may have neruological quirks, but im still Neroamee Alucard,
Not some show at the zoo,
So if you know somebody, with any form of fault or disability,
Dont patronize or be overbearing,
Just make allowances for their need

Darling I see you staring it is our first night I see hints of worry in eyes
Just take my hand and lets start it slow
Let me kiss you on those lovely lips of yours I'll be gentle with you this you should know I can tell the movies boring you so let's find something fun to do
Your kiss is has sweet and gentle has you
With your words the conversation is no longer dull 
I've something fun to do and I do believe that thing to do is you
Oh really? Did I awaken your inner minx? Methinks this night shall be entertaining and I can see your wetter than a nice cool drink
Can't you tell in my eyes 
By the moves of body 
 I want you here and now
I think I should turn this movie off, I can look and tell you're nice n soft
Dear turn off the movie and dim the lights 
Let's slip under this covers and just indulge
Thoughts of you and warm embrace going through my head
Excuse me for a moment I won't be too long I wanna make the night special is that so wrong?
Take your time my dear there is nothing wrong that I will wait here for short return
Okay honey I'm back I'll light some candles for us, go ahead and lay comfortably on your back while I kiss on your neck, let's make this a night well never forget
This is a night I could never forget our first night together under the blanket with your body moving with mine
I'm on top of you now. Your eyes bouncing off of the candlelight and kissing you softly if this is wrong I don't wanna be right
Pure bliss in this moment nothing is more right then now
Honey I think we're too dressed shall we derobe each other? I wouldn't want anybody ******* me but my lover
Darling there is far to much between us let's shed this clothes
So I'll help you get your shirt off if you help with mine good Lord dear you look Devine

The most valuable resource that we possess is time
And I'm so very glad I developed a love for wiring together words that rhyme
Because making that investment of minutes of your life
Can be so impactful to somebody who needs it,  we poets sometimes don't realize
The power that comes with words,  whether spoken or written
We created something,  we brought it into existence

What does it take
did I make some mistake
am I out of your spectrum
visible only under the right
light not known to us
Am I Invisible
to you?
I'm like the white crayon
in a box
no one seems to notice I'm there
only on dark paper
Paper or papyrus
I'd like there to be an us
but I'd have to not be a wallflower
or maybe you'd need to water me

I rang the doorbell
Seeking entrance to the home
I heard footsteps walking to
But it seemed I was outside, alone.
The cold began to nip at my skin
My internal temperature began to drop
My heart began to beat fast
Why won't she answer the door
I'm outside freezing and my heads starting to spin

I'm outside your heart. ..please let me in

Is it Alright
That I lust for you tonight?
Can I pleasure you
Like I already treasure you?

Is it alright
That I want to caress you gently
Give you kisses and sensual bites a plenty?

Is it alright
That I want nothing more
Than to pleasure you to your core?

Is it alright
That I desire your taste on my lips
******* on your soft nips?

Is Justice Really Blind?
Or can she truly see
My skin tone, my ***** hair
what makes me.. really me?

Is the fact that I'm black
Is my every single action an act
of violence or hatred for my fellow man
or can that statement I retract?

Can I fit outside
a created stereotype
can I be myself and remember my roots
can my race and the world, call a truce

My skin may be different but my organs the same
I didn't pick my ancestry, so choice isn't too blame
Can I turn back time... can I change my race
just do in this world I can have a chance.. a better place?

I'm not letting this friendship die
for anything, I was hurt but those tears have cried
I'm not losing my best friend
to something that didn't need to happen
you wanted someone else, if I was mature I would've accepted that
but I had to be a spoiled brat and make you feel like crap

If you hate me that's fine. I can't say that I blame you
I still care about you and I never want to defame you
I bared parts of my soul to squeeze
to you that no one would ever hope to see
I told you everything, the good and the bad
You were the one thing that kept me from being sad but glad to go forth and keep going like a rolling stone painted black another day

so please please, don't go away.

I thought I buried you under the green grass
in the gloomy graveyard that is my past
I thought you'd gone on
to a distant land never to be seen or heard from again
I made these assumptions and tried to press onward but...
I Lost all of what made me less awkward,
I Lost my positive out look from one too many fixings of my black hole of a heart
my ****** edge is dead, that's why my Sundays have been so dry
I can't string two words to make anybody moist... so really why do I try?
I guess it's because I gave my heart to this notebook and pen,
when I was dead inside it became my closest friend,
helping me out my problems and surpass my demons,
but then everything has a season,
I guess what I'm getting at
is if you wanna try, (which I doubt)
I'm up and down for that...
So really.. why am I not the same anymore?
I thought I knew

it's easy to forget I'm human isn't it?
I'm not ungrateful I just express my feelings differently
I often keep them to myself and when that doesn't work I'll lay then into a rhyming pattern that hopefully people read

so yes I'm weird as all get out and I don't think the way you do
I'm human or did you forget that fact too?
I guess its easy to forget that when you misread the ***** under my hat

It's Funny
i never saw you this way when we first met
but now I keep imagining you on top of me
hot and wet
it's a hard thought to shake
you grinding against my member
I think I've finally knocked it out
but it comes back around like December

it's funny because the lines aren't blurred
we're both sober our speech isn't slurred
but when I lay alone I become drunk with lust
and this aching desire to sip and drink from your cup
I can't keep thinking about you like this
it's unhealthy for us both, like an uncomfortable itch.

Some writing on a wall
That's all
Nothing to see here so you can just move along
Paint on concrete, or maybe even laden bricks
A ghetto magnum opus sending a message to those walking along, familiar with spray paint cans clicks

Just another death here, nothing to see here keep it moving
So many young ones die in my city, despite the lambasting and berating of various communities.
Another life cut tragically short

It's just....


How many times must we hear that phrase before we shove it back down their throats?

It's not for lack of effort that i remain jobless and listless although that can change like the weather
I've spent days in my native American sweaters walking up and down the streets seeking employment, but like flavorless spearmint gum i chewed up and spit out laughed right off the stage at the Apollo before being thrown out

No doubt, there's some light on the other side of the sun and i should remain positive like a neutron but I've been through this for too long, snide hints and comments about the obvious i know I'm jobless i dont want to become heartless in the process
A bog this foggy is tough to go through but there's always a way out that i hope to show you

It's still poetry
no matter how you deliver your message
if you can put your thoughts into a verse
then go ahead and put out your lyrical burst

It's still poetry
whether you freestyle or write spoken word
or limerick or acrostic, haiku or Shakespearean, your voice should be heard

It's still poetry
writing about experience or just testing your rhyming ability it's all fair game
just because one style doesn't speak to you doesn't make it all lame