my style..... whats that? I have no idea. I have no formal training what so ever.... i just write, type, say whats on my mind and in my heart at the time. I have a passion for the color red....it bleeds so well and drips of desire...like myself. I'm all grown up now.. thats what they tell me..sometimes i act that way,.... most of the time i just act. My youthful appearance gets me in a lil trouble sometimes but thats way kool.
My kids call me the best ole head ever.....dont know if thats a diss or a compliment??????
I keep it tight though.....grew up in Brownsvill..Brklyn......
was there when hip hop hit the streets....saw crack and Aids kick some ass and saw the twin towers crash down.....yeah man life....wonderful sweet ass life....
Poetry has always been inside of me. screaming for a place to go and a place to be. I sometimes need a place to go and a place to be. So together me and the words meet up in strange places and have a kind of intercourse with each other.....wow. I sometimes amaze myself with what my mind and heart and feelings say to the world...
its been kinda strange being single no man.....by choice at this point in my life and the children all grown and out the house....by choice too.
he he
so....i work and eat and drink and sleep and breath this artful air of reality.
thinking that one day all the questions i have bottled up inside will one day be signed and delivered to me on a fire red bolt that has my name.
i cant help it guys .......I LOVE WORDS......................................p.s. this is copywrited also.
My kids call me the best ole head ever.....dont know if thats a diss or a compliment??????
I keep it tight though.....grew up in Brownsvill..Brklyn......
was there when hip hop hit the streets....saw crack and Aids kick some ass and saw the twin towers crash down.....yeah man life....wonderful sweet ass life....
Poetry has always been inside of me. screaming for a place to go and a place to be. I sometimes need a place to go and a place to be. So together me and the words meet up in strange places and have a kind of intercourse with each other.....wow. I sometimes amaze myself with what my mind and heart and feelings say to the world...
its been kinda strange being single no man.....by choice at this point in my life and the children all grown and out the house....by choice too.
he he
so....i work and eat and drink and sleep and breath this artful air of reality.
thinking that one day all the questions i have bottled up inside will one day be signed and delivered to me on a fire red bolt that has my name.
i cant help it guys .......I LOVE WORDS......................................p.s. this is copywrited also.
- Last seen on Jun 7 12:51 PM 2007. Member since November 2, 2005.
- I'm a supertopaz delight poet for 60 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "This Is Blyss".
- I am a 43 year old girl (United States)
- I am in the groups Beautiful Bisexual Women
- I have 60 comments, 18 poems
My Poetry
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come on give me some a dat good ole lovin / da kind dat make me wonna speak / proper english / da kind dat make me wonna holla / "where u been at, all my days" / in retrospect / i'll44 lines, June 7, 2007. In sillyl
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my hands are bloody from pounding
on the doors....thats good4 lines, 2 comments, June 5, 2006. In Sad
Guest Book
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thelordreigns on April 26, 2006Hi Blyss,
I just came to check out your author page. I grew up in Flatbush! But I've been here in CT for 25 years. But I'll always be from Brooklyn. It's in our blood! I will check out your poems. Hugs - joanne -
OnlyTimeWillTell on April 11, 2006Thanks for applauding my poem 'Imagine'
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