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  1. DymePlaya2g

    Black Poetry : Softly spoken loud!!! 2018 redux

    Skip formalities and Senseless introductions I emerge VICTORIOUS from a hostile society gravely ill from irrepressable hopes and generic food for thought who would have thought youthful rages would make poetic voice permissable opposed to DISSmissable **** 3! I`m 4,5,6 Dimensional with...
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    Black Poetry : Untitled dedication!

    staring at the page your letters appeared as black stars on a white sky and the constellations gave explaination to the what the why and to the who you've become while traveling a road well traveled not alone but lonely because the something the someone is sometimes missing...
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    Black Poetry : I've been told, and so I said...

    I've been told, my words now only scratch the surface, because my past dug deeper, and that I've lost my edge, and that I've become more human, that I don't have the same hunger now, that I did back then, and I wondered, if what I was told, held truth, or if i was just expected to be...
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    Black Poetry : And still... (A repost from my early days)

    i cry rain pours from my heart washing away life vice grip tightens breath is stolen faith in love questionable fade to black and still... the LOVE of GOD is the Love that wakes me each morning provides my breath creator of you and i protector of my soul worthy of...
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    Black Poetry : Black stars...and...Translucent roses...Dedicated to the Destee Family!!!

    I dreamt of stars of roses before I was sleeping and as I was waking I was thinking of a pitch black sky full of what they never see because they say what they see visibly and even name it once it appears to them for us I was picturing a garden Full of something So abundant and they don't...
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    Black Poetry : Shortchanged...and I got some back! *VERY EMOTIONAL PEACE*

    I can't take another diagnosis I can't take another therapy session I can't take another shot I can't take another lab test I can't take the waiting room the receptionist the scale the therapist the needles the doctor the papers the symptoms the words the Words THE WORDS...
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    Black Poetry : Love without love always becomes what it needs to be!!!

    I was sitting here and going through tons of old emails from past lovers and past loves. I was able to smile at some because I recalled and relived them briefly and the memory felt good. I was able to sit in contemplation and re-read some a few times to really comprehend the depth of the...
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    The Front Porch : OH MY GOD...The house is still standing

    I typed in the URL and when the site came up I cried because you guys (and girls) are still here. Wow. It's very "If a tree falls in the forest and no one is around, does it still make a sound?" to me being here because apparently it does. I just sat at the computer and started typing...
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    Black Poetry : Self-reproach & Concern...

    I'm scared! that's it...no preface...no footnotes...no subliminal...no fluff...no filler...no other way to put it. Holding it in my arms close to my chest, I drop it at my feet, and there it all lies. My fear, my insecurity, my talent, my voice, my vision, my life.
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    Black Poetry : Living the dream (Loving me)

    This is the first song I've written for my significant other that I'm willing to share...Being that he's a songwriter professionally, I wanted to pay homage to his method of providing his half of our whole. Opium scent incense lit I’m living the dream I’m loving me I’m loving me I’m...
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    Black Poetry : Untitled (That's me)!!!

    I don’t typically write songs, I sing them flat and off key…that’s me Sometimes I’m more hip-hop than R&B I respect abstract lyrical content and a hot a** beat Sometimes jazz is nonsense, if I ain’t feeling jazzy…again, that’s just me Hold please, while tweak the tuner on my chi Imbalance...
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    Black Poetry : Freestyle (Long time no see)

    From the fryin' pan to the fire... I prefer direct heat sometimes I flow between the lines other times not so neat... *BOOM* F**K the metrics disrespect it neglected totaled and totally wrecked it cuz it really aint no friend of mine casually acquainted I set the canvas on the...
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    Black Poetry : Monday Freestyle (bored @ work)

    Thug poet/ not me/ just sexy and scholarly/ well spoken/ with hood tendencies/ smoke a clove and reflect/ burn dro and connect/ on an elevated level/ 5 steps higher than a soap box/ my beat box/ silent/ my beat knocks/ silent/ my white socks/ match my white tee/ polite-ly/ I invite thee/ to...
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    Black Poetry : Essentially so! Hello EVERYONE...long time no see :-)

    I want to stand still and then just start running as fast and as hard as I can crying…screaming…and not stop until I’m stopped I want to get to the point where there is nothing left inside me because when there’s nothing left nothing hurts there’s nothing to neglect nothing to forget to remember...
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    Black Poetry : Untitled (Ready, Set, GO!!!)

    im afraid to be alone with my thoughts because my thougths rain... my thoughts thunder and my thoughts produce and enduce LIGHTNING... and are fighting and my ****** THOUGHTS scream at me to do what the **** i feel and to stop running or wanting to run or thinking that i should...
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    Black Poetry : What you do to me... (Hey FAM!!!)

    You got me... skating this fine line the line between my commercial and underground selves... the deeper me is contending with the pop version and it's sorta it's sorta SPOOKY... I don't like too many people to see or know me like that I'm not one for public displays of...
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    Black Poetry : Untitled (while on the phone with my love)

    Maybe you can tell me why... I wake up from dreams of you to thoughts of you/ and those thoughts of you...those thoughts...of you/ well they're all I live for these days/ they subdue my rage/ free my heart from it's cage/ that's held it for much/ much/ too long/ and off key/ and out of range/...
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    Black Poetry : Frustrated workday flow...and GREETINGS TO MY FAM!!!

    Sitting scratching the back of my neck Do I really want this check Cuz they working me like a dog I’m backlogged Mountains of processed trees on my desk No chance or hope of rest So I take what I can get But **** y’all this...this…**** This tedium This 9-5 Actually I start at 8:30...
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    Black Poetry : Try Again...

    you ever have those days where you just don't feel right? well i'm having one of those days. i can feel my over emotional tendencies wanting to flare up and complicate my life. i have a tightening in my chest and my head feels so cluttered and chaotic...i'm not thinking clearly and 1/4 of me...
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    Black Poetry : Murry Crimmuz Fam...pleez Read!

    Ok...i hope i'm still fam...juno a playa been workin' hard to make these goals and dreams come to fruition...haven't had time to post but still livin' life in poetic verse... updates: first and foremost...STILL BLAZIN :-) *workin' on mah masterz *still on...
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