Brooklyn Academy Poetry Space » 07. CONSONANCE, ALLITERATION & ASSONANCE

Growing up

PoetrySpace — Tue, 17 Jun 2008 21:57:37 +0000

I took a step back and let things go

Confrontation was never my thing so i backed out slow

Arguing back and forth never gets know were

So i always took the high road

The older you get the wiser you become

Someone once told me

Being 16 sure aint easy especially when people talk greasy

You have to find time to maintain your mind

Focus on the bigger pictures and leave the hatters behind

When i walk i walk 9 feet high

Moving forward is the best thing you can do

Daddy

PoetrySpace — Mon, 12 May 2008 13:37:58 +0000

i walked into the corner store

suddenly my NOSE FROZE

his eyes made me SHY

his hair wasn’t fair

ANONYMOUS was the sweetest thing i ever saw.

the non-eye contact

instantly drove me off track.

a LITTLE boy yelled DADDY

then he got in his caddy

i ran in the corner store to CRY

BUT ALL I COULD DO WAS SIGH

First time i realized what life is about

PoetrySpace — Thu, 08 May 2008 13:49:49 +0000

When i really analyzed life

It became clear to me that life is a journey.

Life is not about anmosity, ignorancy, or neglegence.

Contrary to beliefs,

life is about diligency, unity, and equality.

You shouldn’t live life trying to rule the domainion,

instead you should be trying

to show companion.

Love relates to many aspects of life

but when it’s not unconditional

the inverse of the word

reveals the evils of life.

Some people hate their lives

because they love their souls.

What you reep is what you sow

So, consume good thoughts and hapiness will grow.

Reviling

PoetrySpace — Tue, 06 May 2008 13:18:28 +0000

Laug, listen, learn

the wards that sticks and fits in our minds

heed the memory that remains distant beyond return

beyond happy hope

beyond fantasy

Let us reach out to the right of reality

seek for the truth of pospeity

now is the time to cris cross these endless bigitry

and revil the truth of society

Giving Birth For The First Time

PoetrySpace — Tue, 29 Apr 2008 13:41:38 +0000

Excruciating pain
Which drove me insane
Excited about giving birth
Yet each minute I’m screaming for the nurse
Finally Malachi’s here
His painful journey taught me to always be aware
Now the hard part is done
Next in line are years to come raising my son

PoetrySpace — Thu, 03 Apr 2008 13:38:29 +0000

This feeling

feeling o so refreshingly refind

I’m thinking

thinking of a for blue moon

cold

touch the frozen skies of a icy mind

now I

sit back and wash these sorrows chit chat

on the

mirrors of this pitiful pool of sadness

these wards they go tick tock like a clock

spining

turning the wheels of confusion

stiring

my mind into a brick wall

pause

this all comes to an end.