Definitively Vocab

Cleaning Haiku #1 Wipe down the toilet Spray bottle clicking so quick. Cleaning can feel gross. #2 If I have to haul one more bag to the dumpster I will just collapse! #3 I discovered me!! plastic bags filled with poems these words are my life. #4 Tears frenchkiss my eyes we have a makeout session full, deep... without lips #5 My sister walks in catches me crying and thinks poems cause the pain. INSOMINIA HAIKU Keyboard in motion TEN O'CLOCK I'M STILL AWAKE I WILL REGRET THIS Why I don't write more haiku... haiku I hate counting you! Syllables are tricky things I messed up haiku.

Greetings Loved Ones , I just wanted to thank everyone that came out to make The Official opening of 2nd Verse a success!! We were packed with standing room only our opening night… despite hurricane and evacuations. The turn out was a blessing from on high and Glo, Kinton, and I are overjoyed by the response from the community. God held the rain from San Antonio but words flooded our souls and the wind of wisdom blew from poetic lips with ease. Special thanks to DJ Scef, Element 615, Edwin, and Angie G for enduring the possible threat of bad weather to be with us from out of town. Shout out to our microphone “virgins” Camille and Liz for enduring the jitters and speaking from your soul. Kudos to my band Midnight Radio for gracing us with music AND with the accompaniment of Rene Ford on saxophone I would venture to say we rocked the house soulfully. In no particular order this is what happened: Midnight Radio opened the show with our new song Belvedere, and Angel: Poets read NOT IN T...

SO EVERYONE NEEDS A LIST POEM... BUT I AM SO FREAKING LOQUACIOUS THAT I HAD TO WRITE A POEM THAT JUST INCLUDED A LIST POEM WITHIN IT. SORRY FOLKS. CLUTTER POEM Love is dripping down the sides of the cup of our relationship… baby when you and I lose our cool completely there is no flavor left in the remnants of our glass. It's just a ring of condensation on the pages of our past. We've confound space with clutter, and we don't butter our words… we just toast each others buns. Hun the chain of communication is broken. We even leave arguments unspoken. Now we throw each other sideways glances and only give spiteful second chances with mutinous war embedded in our eyes, cause we don't trust each other. So the sun don't rise in these crescent lips of mine. It's just an eclipse in that heart of yours. ...