I've read some excellent lyrics in the Jay-z/Nas throwdown threads and was wonderin if you guys could write poetry as well. Freestyle with criticism and insults is great and lots of times funny. However, I challenge you guys to write a poem about something beautiful or something that brings passion to your heart. Know it sounds corny but I know you can do it. Can't wait to read what you guys have to say. Also, any other poets out there I welcome your profound words, I love poetry.
― Erica Smith (woundedheart), Sunday, 5 January 2003 10:04 (twenty-two years ago)
hi erica,
the thing about the jay-z/nas thread is, its a bit of an anomaly, in that most of the people who post on that thread post only on that thread! its like a self-contained little world, so its unlikely that any of those guys would read this...
― gareth (gareth), Sunday, 5 January 2003 10:13 (twenty-two years ago)
Well Gareth I'm gonna "Keep hope Alive". I really hope they notice the challenge and submit a response. Blueski your completely right it would be too sic, I really would hate to see this be ignored. Just the thought of what would come out of it is bananas. Nate, cute try.
― wounded (woundedheart), Sunday, 5 January 2003 19:36 (twenty-two years ago)
This is a poem I wrote like back in 9th or 10th grade. We had to make project dealing with sex and relationships. So my role in the group project was to write a speech, I decided to flip the script on my teacher and relate writing to this girl I was with at the time. This is how it went, you'll notice the similarities. I hate to encrypt my poetry, and try to make my shit deep and all that. I want people to understand my shit, and not have to analyze it and read it a million times and still be lost on what it meant. So I hope yall like it.
My Garbage Lover
“Garbage you say!”
This is the same garbage that got you through those turbulent times.
If that’s how it’s going to be then okay.
"This garbage got you to skip Ms. McDole's
Class in 8th grade, and stayed up with you
All night on the 21st of December in middle of a snow storm
During the blistering cold.
And you talk to me when you aren’t feeling right, like you deserve my mention
And after you left me alone last year, now you start to pay me attention
And you open your heart expecting me to automatically listen.
I am your past
That contest you signed up for every year,
but always came in last.
Is that my fault to blame
The unfulfilling task of satisfying you to your every need
beat me down as if I was destine to give you your claim.
Sat me down on your desk threw your words at an instance
Going back and forth trying to make love to me but your constant
words showed me nothing but impotence.
Is it my fault “J” You know I was there at home in your room
Sometimes at the dinner table in the afternoon
Or on those odd nights when you got mad, next to the hallway closet broom
I was telling you to slide your hand up my leg
I was screaming your name in submission in a merciless beg
I was draped in you imaginary lingerie with lace red.
I showed you how to explode onto my white body and continue until you could not stop.
The fusion of our souls together was intoxicating and hot
Then the sudden arrogance of your self being threw me against the wall
in discuss to the frustration of our passion we loss.
It became silent only to the noise of a body drop.
Then the neglect of your hands touching me became apparent,
why you don’t touch me “J”, why!
Without me you could not stand above all and fly.
I miss those rough rugged hands on my skin
You and I committed beautiful sin
and I’m going to get those hands back and you will jump inside my garbage body once again.
--H-Wood
I put this up just to show my lame side, deep down inside I am a softy at heart. I didn't want to give yall sme harcore shit to make it seem like another rap. Is that a good opponet for your challenege?
― Hollywood (Hollywood), Thursday, 9 January 2003 04:52 (twenty-two years ago)