Yes...I start to think...and then I sink into the paper...like I was ink. When I write and I'm trapped in between lines...I escape...when I finish the rhyme.
-mos def-
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
a page from the ice princess's soul...
melancholic anecdotes.... surfaced emotions a nostalgic bag she totes... solitary promotions her chilled aura denotes...
-qskillz
3 comments:
Anonymous
said...
the honored completion...to my sincere flow.... A repetitive inquisition of thought...a ponderance unknown... and yet that simple question...how you know??
only cause it's a blog....u know i gotta say this....miss-communication is a biatch!!!! LOL!!SOMETIMES...that modern technology...messes up that old school flow....laters 17th :)
Who am I?
Well they all call me Brother to the Night
And right now, I'm the blues in your left thigh
Trying to become the funk in your right
Is that alright?
-Darius Lovehall-
3 comments:
the honored completion...to my sincere flow....
A repetitive inquisition of thought...a ponderance unknown...
and yet that simple question...how you know??
i call it observant intuition....
17thLTR
only cause it's a blog....u know i gotta say this....miss-communication is a biatch!!!! LOL!!SOMETIMES...that modern technology...messes up that old school flow....laters 17th :)
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