Submissions by Prophetic_Ink (Prophetic Ink)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
The Proph, who started writing at the age of 15... Is now a slam poet. Inspired by Love, Life, passion and awareness. Very Abstract, so you'd have to lO_Ok for the meaning in my poetry.
SELF POEM
Published
31st Jan 2014 7:08am
31st Jan 2014 7:08am
I Am A Hip Hop Head
I am
A hip hop head.
And in the knowing of hip hop, lies true knowledge of self.
Elements prominent in my head.
No space for anything else.
Kicks and snares, bypassing regulated thoughts and permits me to use latent parts of my consciousness.
Trebles, treble my ability to formulate.
Think, emulate whatever my imagination gives birth to.
From the beginning
Hip hop nurtured and nursed by my heart.
Always rocking in my head.
For my head is the cradle of hip hop.
Snap backs, held in place to shelter the pride I hold in place.
Holding my hearts...
A hip hop head.
And in the knowing of hip hop, lies true knowledge of self.
Elements prominent in my head.
No space for anything else.
Kicks and snares, bypassing regulated thoughts and permits me to use latent parts of my consciousness.
Trebles, treble my ability to formulate.
Think, emulate whatever my imagination gives birth to.
From the beginning
Hip hop nurtured and nursed by my heart.
Always rocking in my head.
For my head is the cradle of hip hop.
Snap backs, held in place to shelter the pride I hold in place.
Holding my hearts...
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Jan 2014 9:44am
24th Jan 2014 9:44am
Animation of Literature
My poems lay comfortable in my mental womb...
Stored deep in my heart-chives.
Away from sunlight, as they are trapped in my rib cage.
Only let to lay silent, as the pen forges them on a page.
They speak, but they're unheard...
With an ugly handwriting, they shout through their sign language.
Being like an almost fully mature foetus,
Kicking with half done limbs to make their presence felt by my mind.
Then cancerously they multiply,
Now I'm due to give birth to an army of syllables
The untamed force of my poetic nature compels me to animate them.
As...
Stored deep in my heart-chives.
Away from sunlight, as they are trapped in my rib cage.
Only let to lay silent, as the pen forges them on a page.
They speak, but they're unheard...
With an ugly handwriting, they shout through their sign language.
Being like an almost fully mature foetus,
Kicking with half done limbs to make their presence felt by my mind.
Then cancerously they multiply,
Now I'm due to give birth to an army of syllables
The untamed force of my poetic nature compels me to animate them.
As...
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DU Poetry : Submissions by Prophetic_Ink (Prophetic Ink)
