Write To This: April 7th

[Spekz.]

[P. Mortuus]

yeah I'll be winning this month.

[Brandon Cee]

lol ok ^...saved to edit later

[Jon]

Nyce, I'll spot you line for line, if not more.

I'll be taking Nyce's pic this month, and putting that shit in the thread.

EDIT: 'the thread' as in the spot where the weeks best go.

[P. Mortuus]

^confused.

[HighEngineChief]

His Last Sonnet
HighEngineChief


I can change, I see it now between these bars
Eyes lost in a maze, all the lines in the brick
My poor heart, but a prick may leave me scared
I need God -- to see through the eye of his wit

To what dire extent, must i dwell in pain
mind melting insane, I'm tired of this
The fire is mist - left with sweltered remains
My soul telling my brain -- (I can change)

But, it is too late; I tried and I missed
No shine or bliss, deaths time (No life sustains -
My rightful claim) finally that time exist
My veins enflame - I can change! I can change!

The venom swims, my rivers dry out
If only I could change - Please let me...

....Change (


No.)

[Orc]

Dope. I won last week. I'll edit in here.

[Jon]

A brick wall once told me...

I need change, because gas prices are too high;
the fuel for our economy is too expensive -
we'll soon die. I heard a rumor from our president,
that the clouds will cry out for help; & maybe
they'll leave, letting the sun bully our residents...
I need change, because I can't afford my cousin
gifts for Christmas; the birth of a god - yet
he refuses to help a man in need? Deeds
won't be done unless moneys involved...
I need change, an epidemic of diseases spread
throughout the nation - no medication;
NOTE: SEEK SALVATION.
Wait, he's to busy trying to find the guy
some money for his relatives Christmas gifts.
I need change, Dr. Martin Luther King,
the king of equalness who died by his friendlyness.
Now men are being hanged, tortured - raped;
even worse, called a disgrace?
I need change, children seeking refuge
in foster homes; only to be beaten by their
only parental figure, or raped until they get bigger.
I need change, a whole genocide raves on in
countries belonging to foregners - we don't care.
I NEED CHANGE...

I'm painted on the minds of steriotypical people;
who'd rather blast their music than last with improvement.
Life's brutal so they'd rather ignore it - all the while
they take their time walking by me; instead of finding
a new life style that'll be worthwhile. Its THAT vital...
So, go back to your life at home - with garden gnomes,
water hoses; bloody noses, but please leave knowin' this:

I NEED CHANGE.

Now, go on with your life & have a nice day.

[Soule]

Another brick in the wall...

[Insert Glare here]

not caring about the money
but the reality I can release
with the dreams of freedom
and a signature of my name

withdrawn from a orphanage
escaping society's struggle
head shot; gun wound need
human flesh is only a cover

shelters of gold caress life
something’s have no meaning
forever is a mighty long time
and the hourglass was broken

when the morning turns day
nobody actually has a plan
just follow other's footsteps
and speak without thinking

and when day brings night
I'm still left sitting; ignored
lonely, but I do understand
everyone has their reasons

it's alright, I can't really exist
how can anyone be homeless?

[LedgenZ]

I live in my mind
when poetry kicks
me out. And. I
can’t seem to find
what I think about.

Alone. Under. A
rat infested bridge
of New York fear.
Traffic wakes me,
honking in the only
sunshine I know,
cardboard cupboard
of earwax, the house
where roaches go.

Starvation feeds
hunger here.

Dirty. Worn. Holy.
seasons feel free
to enter me. I am
polluted snow,
acid rain, hot
Summer garbage
of Fall’s change,
yet still too poor
to pay attention
to pain.

Why does Autumn
have 2 names?

Second chances
at first impressions.
Color coded cryptic
cognitive confessions.

I don’t know?

Answers are up
the street, around
the corner, behind
a restaurant, between
an alley, inside
last nights 40 ounce,
in a church with no
doors or windows.

Recognized by residence,
in a ghetto, next to a
bodega, Johnny Walker
and Jesus, seated together
at my thoughts inn.

Trance. Intoxicated on spirit,
I stumble into a known
oblivion…retreated to
an islanded me.

If I had to pick a vacation
spot, I’d choose Hell, cuz
Heaven knows I ain’t got
shit to write about, since
poetry dun kicked me out,
and made me homeless
for a spell.

[Jamhuri]

I gave more than was wanted
My life and the after
Homeless like the wanted
seeking somewhere to dump the nothing I've gathered.

I gave more to existance
Hope, without a heart to prop her on
More than life needed
'Me' no longer, to me, a proper noun.

For am less a man
I'll die just to rest again
behind the land to which I gave
too much, i want the change.

[Spekz.]

Top 3 favs this week...(no order)
HEC - short, but still touched surface with an abstract taste n was an overall good approach..

Jon - good story line

Ledge - nice abstract approach

Ledge gets this one, cuz the way i viewed the picture was also in an abstract mind frame that ledge grasped nicely...(which i guess works to his overall style neways lol)

but good efforts all..