Diamond+Blenman

"Poetry is the doorway to the soul." - Floria Structure and metaphors

Memory poem Having fun, and knowing what i am doing is wrong? I'm little, i don't know whats wrong. Stomp stomp stomp i hear feet punch the floor. rushing to get it off oh shit she opened the door with the wrath of a mother and the fun of a daughter her accomplis brother with eye lashes that flutter. She grabbed my arm, and pulled me out the room her anger enraged her next move set fo doom. my little feet stumbled tipping on the tile but still nieve with that little mischievous smile. the fridge just standing there, slow motion im still falling going in with my head i know whats going to happen what the hell am i dead. My head hit the fridge, with great great force the flesh ripped open blood rushing out , oh god the gore.

Found Poem I got em' Beast Wait till I catch ole’head im on his head Hood rich I’m about to go home a blow a face i'm chalking life you look like a rice, did you grow up on a rice farm? What's a free mason, isn't jay-z one? can i cheerlead this year bird hunting like the gun game on nintendo.

I was raised by late nights on the corner slinging white now you on it they did it them ole' heads engraved that life in me seen em get shot ran for my life it was an experience that i never forgot

revised "i was raised by" i was raised by playing on the block at night playing tag all crazy football under the street lights from being as quiet as a dreaming tree to hearing a shots, and getting hurt was a possibility the power of the word yet the suddleness of the fist the life of a thug and the scared-ness of a bitch

ode ode to the sneakers on the power line who has seen every weather system since who is the witness to every murder in that block who has felt time go by like a human clock with the long white laces full of strength and the fibers of power only god knows it's fate.

Riff poem What does minus mean? I never want to minus you your palm is the bed and my hand is the athlete your body is the cold and my arms are the sheets your lips speak words of a pit of love and i'm blind crossing that street your eyes are the pain hypnotist and hell i've been shot by your love it's ridiculous