Luka's Wonderful Poetry Thread
kid charlemagne
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OK i made it to 3rd open mic.... overall i thought it went well, but i know i need to improve, this is good tho because on my way there i wasnt quite enthuthiastic about this excercise, why do this, what do i gain, but after i found answers.... there is nothing to gain externally,, but only internally.... my conclucsion after this is i need to start memorising these poems, i enunciated loudly and spoke clearly, but i didnt use slowness and emphasis as well as i could.... also a note about these open mics.... i have come to understand im prob not going to hear anything that good most of the times, i understand there is no humility in what im saying here, but my god some of the poems i have to sit thru.... i honestly do not care to hear any shit about gender or surviving the current moment or whatever... i want to hear some bars.... this is why i only talked to one guy after i told him two of his lines back to him and said they were slick....he was the only guy who had my respect and who i will re3member..... anyways i am glad i went and i am glad to continue doing this... i promise i will get video of one of my next ones.... they took pictures of me and then applauded me when i read.... thank you.....
kid charlemagne
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Ms. MITCHELL
The lonesome piano echoes blue,
As her golden strings blow smiles through the wind.
And Words that once put life in a tin soldier,
Now turn a boy’s meekness into valiance.
Oh! Ms. Mitchell won’t you come to me,
Pour your heart drained paintings into my ears,
Etch your endless sorrows into my heart.
Your melodies dim the mirror of scorn,
It wasn’t a canyon where you were born,
But where your angelic inflections were formed,
I can’t be bound to lose with you as my shiny light in in the storm,
There are so many reasons why I love you.
The lonesome piano echoes blue,
As her golden strings blow smiles through the wind.
And Words that once put life in a tin soldier,
Now turn a boy’s meekness into valiance.
Oh! Ms. Mitchell won’t you come to me,
Pour your heart drained paintings into my ears,
Etch your endless sorrows into my heart.
Your melodies dim the mirror of scorn,
It wasn’t a canyon where you were born,
But where your angelic inflections were formed,
I can’t be bound to lose with you as my shiny light in in the storm,
There are so many reasons why I love you.