April 9, 2003
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all i see is titanium white streaked across turquoise blue
as tourmaline green runs and foams against golden hue;
twisting whispers whipped a w a y from a wine-red mouth,
while minds and lips and teeth and tongues interplay,
not unlike the way, last nite, the drought
became the deluge.
(slam poetry just isn't the same without a tablespoon of angst, um...)
YOUSUCK!
Comments (28)
for the love o' jebus, boy, why are you AWAKE?!?
interesting type of poetry for so early in the morning. why are you both awake??
i think i get it...ew... he hehe
angst? whats that? Never heard of such a thing. *this coming from a gay 16 year old. Bahahaah..*
ooooh...ooooh...shades of my youth coming back at me...eeeeeeeeee...*azure runs and hides...jimmy hoffa style, babeeeeee*
okay okay on the slam poetry...
didja know you're a new Premium Spotlight!
When it rains love-- sometimes it POURS!
that is pure brillians gushing out from your keyboard.
awww too cute
Dude....they picked YOU for Premimum Spotlight? WTF? They'll just let ANYONE on that damn thing now, won't they?
I mean...look at this place! Your site sucks almost as much as you do!
I'm kidding. Your site sucks more than you do.
I'm kidding.
No, really....kidding. I'm the mayor of Kiddingtown over here.
hey you got the spotlight..COngrats! and I don't suck..a-hole
dude, you're in the spotlight? i always knew you'd make something of yourself. something that didn't involve lard and a blow-up doll.
what exactly is the definition of Slam Poetry??
Now that you are going to be a celeb around here are you still going to keep sending me naked pictures of yourself?
wow. just, wow.
yes I do
I love the piece of poem...it reminds me of a different slam piece I heard, it was about this guys father who's a chef....both pieces are fantastic.
^v^
Who let you out of the cage?! Dammit...
you give me a happy.
slam this baby....grrrrrr...i wish we had the courage to slam outloud...love b
good job... now ur xanga's feature, things that no one can do
ahh your poetry sucks, man, i could write better than that.... I'm JUST KIDDING!!!! your poetry is possibly as far away from sucking as can be. you're great fun to read
your "webloggy thingy" is so cute looking haha i just want to hug it.
and i just read an old entry...you SHOULD write a photoshop entry. haha i took digital design using that program my entire fall quarter so it's actually fun to use it now..instead of mind boggling.
woohoo!! in the spotlight this week...those lights can get pretty bright, eh? i was noticing on some other sites it seems to have a habit of attracting strange, disturbed people. hmmm...is that how i ended up here?
beautiful entry.
Well I liked it even without the angst.
~ K
LMAO...OMG...i can't believe that i spelled brilliance like that...HAHAHAH...i must have been on crack or something....
Don't try to sell me you pastel & paisley coloured cookie cutter religion man. I don't need your idea of what Jesus thinks about the "Quality Time" I spend with myself in the sanctity of my own closet....so F off!!!
What? That's not what the poem was about? Oh. Well F Off anyhow for making me think!!!!
All work and no play makes Kitten a Xanga slacker.
Kissing rocks.
Oh, and so does the poem. I love good imagery. Okay, now you rock too. You're 3 for 3, dood.
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