Question #1:Teen room ideas/themes?? Please Help!?Okay, I love writing poetry and reading. I'd like to know how to make a peaceful room, but not so that its weird looking. What colors would fit? What decor? Oh and I'm a girl..I also love pictures of black skylines against a sunset, and black trees against a sunset :] Question #2:Who is a legend in the Rap/Hip-Hop game?In my opinion Tupac because he kept it real and his poetry was very intellectual and he rapped about all the dilemma's and crisis in the Black community. I really RESPECT him.Question #3:Who has the BIGGEST collection of Psychopathic Records I have 25gigs?Here is a list of ALL I have.2 dirte dirt poor 2 KRazie Devils Flipped Insanity ABK Dirty History Hatchet Warrior Hey Ya'll Single Mudface Road Fools E.P AMB Blood In Blood Out Downlow Gods Hand How far will i go rare stuff The Unforgiven Forest Underdogs E.P underdogz Unforgiven Forest Sampler AVI'S&DVD'S (Anaglyph 3D Stereo R-B Glasses) Bowling Balls (Insane Clown Posse) A.Family.Underground.2009. Hatchet Attacks Insane Clown Posse vs Slipknot & Coal Chamber 1999 Insane Clown Posse - Shockumentary Insane Clown Posse - Six Jokerz Unauthorized Insane Clown Posse on Howard Stern (2006-09-25) PSYCHOPATHIC VIDEOS DVD ICP MTV Commercial Blaze Ya Dead Homie 1 Less G In Da Hood 1 Less G In Da Hood (Deluxe G Edition) blaze e.p Clockwork Grey Colton Grundy Prepare For Tha Undying One E.P Boondox Krimson Creek Punkinhed (Parental Advisory) S.H.I The Harvest Turn Coat Dirty Dark Lotus Black Rain Black Rain [2004] Echoside swarm ep Tales From The Lotus Pod Tales From The Lotus Pod (Revisited) Wikedest slits DJ Clay - Let 'Em Bleed- The Mixxtape Vol. 1 dj papsta presents psychopathic remixes Drive By Esham A1 Yola a4. dead flowerz a5. mail dominance Acid Rain bootleg (from the lost vault) vol. 1 bruce wayne gothom 1987 [1997] Closed Casket erotic poetry ep esham & abk - live @ hallowicked 2004 helterskkkelter (single) [1993] homey don't play e.p [1991] In Detroit CDS judgement day vol. 1 (day) judgement day vol. 2 (night) kkkill the fetus live @ fox theatre live @ gathering of the juggalos 04 live @ todd's in 1991 live at clifton park maggot brain theory e.p [1994] repentance tongues Fall Guy apocalypse 6t7 [2004] fall guy ep trapped inside golden goldies - cue stick in your fuckin' eye tour Haystak B.O.S.S. The Mixtape Vol. 1 Crackavelli Disc 1 Crackavelli Disc 2 From Start To Finish Mak Million Return Of The Mak Million The Natural 192k - D+KY The New South Portrait of a White Boy House Of Krazees collectors edition 97(2) homebound outbreed Season Of The Pumpkin (2004 Re-issue) season of the pumpkin (retro horror muzik version) season of the pumpkin (latnem version) Insane Clown Posse [1995] chicken huntin 2 track sampler tape [1995] chicken huntin 12 promo vinyl Bang Pow Boom (Red) Bassment Cuts Beverly Kills 50187 Big Money Hustlas (Sound Track) Bizaar 1 Bizaar 2 Bowling Balls CDS Carnival Christmas '94 Carnival Of Carnage Chicken Huntin Maxi Single Dog Beats Forgotten Freshness - Volume 1 Forgotten Freshness - Volume 2 Forgotten Freshness - Volume 3 Forgotten Freshness - Volume 4 Hallowicked Hallowicked 2002 Halls Ok so I know there music is a LIKE/HATE thing so if you don't like it please don't respond. P.S. By the way they are a MULTI-PLATNUM selling group. Question #4:How do i get people to stop calling an emo or a goth?everyone who meets me asks me if im goth, then im like "no" then they ask me if im emo but im not.its really starting to annoy me and i wanna make it stop, so heres some things about me. i like to play video games, my favorites Sonic. i like dying my hair colors like pink and purple i wear combat boots i like to read poetry like edgar allen poe my favorite movie is kill bill my favorite tv/web show is happy tree friends i wear lots of black with some neon colors i like to wear spikes i DO NOT cut myself my favorite clothing is Abbey Dawn by Avril Lavigne my favorite band is Green Day my Favorite singer is Avril Lavigne i have lots of friends. do i sound like an emo or goth, and please be honest. i do not want to be goth or emo, because i think they are weird and depressing. ok, sorry i didnt mean goths are weird and depressing i only meant to put emos. Question #5:Poem, read if you wish?I know there is a poetry section.But I hate having to wait so long for very few comments So I returned to P&S my home =P Nightskies and lullabies Whisper softly and pull me away Take me into the night Hold me closely and there we'll stay Never returning to the light Fly with me through the black abyss Never let me go Pull me into our fatal kiss We'll never be alone Sing me to sleep as I lie in your arms Listen to me breathe Enchant me with your devilish charm Each other is all we need The day will come when we must part Not for too long I hope I pray that I shall stay in your heart Because I'll never let you go Comment and I'll love you forever♥ Question #6:re-post: Mystery unfolds in Y/A poetry section...any comments/critiques welcomed?Skinny acid-wash jeanscalf high black leather boots with five inch heels slender body stacked for attention dark brown hair that frames her high cheek-boned face Emerald eyes that sparkle long black London Fog (coat) mystery circumvents every step she takes A smile that draws you near FEAR: CHILLS she carries a gun smoldering from recent use her eyes turn cold (even a Marine would shudder) a body lies in the shadows is it someone we know? a poet: a critic who spews vile at everyone... WHO?! this beauty of a girl who is she, where did she come from? ice must run through her veins Beware! she is turning her glare ... BG--gotta love them German dudes! people are a thinkin SHE is me...nopes..she is a mystery person... Question #7:im not that great with poetry but could you people review it or what ever?im not sure if its a naritive or just free verse but uh...yaBill was a little pudgy With one eye lower than the other A bony toe And lips like paper, then comes the medical jockey Scalpels, needles, collagen, long thin tubes, tiny cameras, Heart rate monitors, TV monitors and what looked like a power drill Combined to create media influenced perfection For now the surgeon’s job is done For now Bill is satisfied He is Hollywood perfection A reflection of what people want to be His friends said he looked great He said he looked alright Weeks later he looks in the mirror, but all he sees is a monstrosity From fat thighs, elephant like ears, and black holes for nostrils Time for another appointment with Dr. Victor Frankenstein Scalpels, needles, collagen, long thin tubes, tiny cameras, Heart rate monitors, TV monitors, and what looked like a power drill Combined trying and failing to create media influenced perfection His surgeries are done Bill is a plastic man Grotesque and looks nothing like his original self Like a clown his face now scares small children He looks more like a Hasbro action figure than a human Bill was a little pudgy But now he’s quite ugly The irony is insane How he searches for a body chiseled from stone But then his need to be a never dying beauty certainly drove him off the deep end Searching for surgery as if he was a car always needing new parts But oh he’s not alone Because in Hollywood it’s becoming a trend Bill is a plastic man Question #8:Could someone help me with a poetry analysis for Margaret Atwoods "February"?I have to write a poetry analysis/interpretation essay on Margaret Atwood's "February" I am so confused right now and have no idea.Winter. Time to eat fat and watch hockey. In the pewter mornings, the cat, a black fur sausage with yellow Houdini eyes, jumps up on the bed and tries to get onto my head. It’s his way of telling whether or not I’m dead. If I’m not, he wants to be scratched; if I am He’ll think of something. He settles on my chest, breathing his breath of burped-up meat and musty sofas, purring like a washboard. Some other tomcat, not yet a capon, has been spraying our front door, declaring war. It’s all about sex and territory, which are what will finish us off in the long run. Some cat owners around here should snip a few testicles. If we wise hominids were sensible, we’d do that too, or eat our young, like sharks. But it’s love that does us in. Over and over again, He shoots, he scores! and famine crouches in the bedsheets, ambushing the pulsing eiderdown, and the windchill factor hits thirty below, and pollution pours out of our chimneys to keep us warm. February, month of despair, with a skewered heart in the centre. I think dire thoughts, and lust for French fries with a splash of vinegar. Cat, enough of your greedy whining and your small pink bumhole. Off my face! You’re the life principle, more or less, so get going on a little optimism around here. Get rid of death. Celebrate increase. Make it be spring. Question #9:What do you think of my poem? (it's short, please answer)?. i usually just write some cheesy rhyming poem...but now i'm trying to improve in this type of poetry... i apologize if it's horribly written.. i'm only 14, and not experienced at all in writting... any tips on how to improve the poem, as well as title suggestions would be very much appreciated:)I feel the frigid steel scamper freely down my arm the transgression of veins leave streams of scarlet all uniting together in a puddle on the black-tiled floor The teardrop catches on my closed lash then falls down the flushed plane of my cheek leaving a black trail of mascara contrasting darkly with my ashen skin The silence pierces my ears my eyes continue their water bleeding I can taste my salty tearsdrops smearing my blood all over the walls I’m the quietest form of rebel **sighs** .. i've posted this many times.. but have only gotten a few suggestions and feedback... i apologize if i'm getting annoying with the posts... i just really want lots of constructive critisism... Question #10:What do you think of my poem (suggestions for title+suggestions to improve it)?.. i usually just write some cheesy rhyming poem...but now i'm trying to improve in this type of poetry... i apologize if it's horribly written.. i'm only 14, and not experienced at all in writting... any tips on how to improve the poem, as well as title suggestions would be very much appreciated:)I feel the frigid steel scamper freely down my arm the transgression of veins leave streams of scarlet all uniting together in a puddle on the black-tiled floor The teardrop catches on my closed lash then falls down the flushed plane of my cheek leaving a black trail of mascara contrasting darkly with my ashen skin The silence pierces my ears my eyes continue their water bleeding I can taste my salty tearsdrops smearing my blood all over the walls I’m the quietest form of rebel *sighs* ...okay... i've posted this three times so far... but i haven't rlly gotten any constructive critisism on how to polish it up... any suggestions??? Question #11:Can you explain to me what this poet is explaining throughout this poem, im not understanding everything?Besides the obvious technological and architectural advances, only one thing has really changed between our generations:We now live in an America where blacks are not only allowed the right to vote but can become the Redeemer President of the United States Otherwise, we still live in an America where the audacity to openly enjoy the pleasures of sex and being respected for wisdom are contradictions without reconciliation We still live in an America where the economy collapses while the masses are consumed with preventing the rights of anyone with a fancy for anything out of the ordinary We still live in an America where rotting leaves, tufts of straw, and debris are found in more homes than poetry books We still live in an America where Christ and Dracula provide both excitement and fear for restless lives longing for a simple touch We still live in an America where the impact of urbanization reaches out to the common person more than the obscene nature of poetry We still live in an America where writing about prostitution is considered trashy and profane We still live in an America where poets have to work while publishing to survive financial difficulty unless they are fashioned like Shakespeare We still live in an America where, unless you belong to a church, you are a religious skeptic believing in nothing We still live in an America where overt sexuality, siding with the barnburners, and authoring disreputable books limit poets to a vagabond lifestyle We still live in an America where breaking tradition and the boundaries of poetic form are considered the trademarks of a pretentious ass We still live in an America where everything from thieves to dwarfs to fog to beetles deserve validity We still live in an America where books cannot prevent war and the sick and wounded need healing We still live in an America where not everyone can appreciate the beauty of immigration, crowded streets, brutal differences, urban affection We still live in an America where the same sun that once invigorated your passion continues to provide us with the beauty of life worth fighting for We still live in an America where America still lives in us Question #12:What do you think of my poem? (please answer)?.. i usually just write some cheesy rhyming poem...but now i'm trying to improve in this type of poetry... i apologize if it's horribly written.. i'm only 14, and not experienced at all in writting... any tips on how to improve the poem, as well as title suggestions would be very much appreciated:)I feel the frigid steel scamper freely down my arm the transgression of veins leave streams of scarlet all uniting together in a puddle on the black-tiled floor The teardrop catches on my closed lash then falls down the flushed plane of my cheek leaving a black trail of mascara contrasting darkly with my ashen skin The silence pierces through my ears I taste my salty teardrops smearing my blood all over the walls I’m the quietest form of rebel **i already posted this.. like 5 hours ago.. but got no feedback** .. *sighs* .. then i posted it again... and only got t 1 answer...so here it is again.... Question #13:What do you think of my poem?.. i usually just write some cheesy rhyming poem...but now i'm trying to improve in this type of poetry... i apologize if it's horribly written.. i'm only 14, and not experienced at all in writting... any tips on how to improve the poem, as well as title suggestions would be very much appreciated:)I feel the frigid steel scamper freely down my arm the transgression of veins leave streams of scarlet all uniting together in a puddle on the black-tiled floor The teardrop catches on my closed lash then falls down the flushed plane of my cheek leaving a black trail of mascara contrasting darkly with my ashen skin The silence pierces through my ears I taste my salty teardrops smearing my blood all over the walls I’m the quietest form of rebel **i already posted this.. like 5 hours ago.. but got no feedback** Question #14:Critique my poem? "Writing Blind"?I think this is one of my first poems that i don't have every line ryhming. I did this for homework a while back but i really want to improve it.Poet’s true thoughts. Though black and white: Heart wrenching lies, Battlefield fights, Emotional highs. This is an unannounced escape. Where creativity can fly. When all else seems grey, Words come into play; and Hence the guarantee. From dullness comes light. Embedded in colorful hues This is when one comprehends Poetry has no ends. Question #15:where are all the Black Lesbians thirty & Above?Hello I am a 36 year old Afro American Lesbian Entrepreneur residing in the Inland Empire...I'm looking to start a lesbian group of Educated,down to earth women who love Poetry,Books,Entertainment,good food,stimulating conversation,travel & a great genuine friendship, no drama, baggage,,just plain honesty and fun!!! If you can handle that....Lets be Friends!!!!!! Married Lesbian Couples encouraged to respond!!!!Question #16:poetry...i'd like opinions?Liar:Are we made of lies? Hearts molded from dirty clay By cold, careless hands Bleeding ignorance Like black ink upon white skin Our souls can’t be washed Your words are but butterflies Fluttering around the truth -- oh, the hypocricy... thoughts? comments? Question #17:Do you think these are good poems?Ok, Which poem is your favorite. Why? Do you not like one? If not why? How can I fix these? What do you think about them because I am very interested in poetry and I want to improve my skills.Poem 1: That Feeling My heart is racing, My heart is pounding. When I saw him that day, My stomach dropped. My throat closed in, I couldn't breath. My eyes went black, I couldn't see. I was confused, So overwhelmed, About everything, Everything about him. When I see him, I can't stop smiling. But pain comes, It comes and takes the joy away. When I see him, I feel like I was stabbed, Like I was made of glass, and little boys threw rocks at me, and broke me, and shattered my dreams. This pain I feel, He did not cause. The pain is because, I want him to love me, Like I do him, But it shall never be, Never with him. Poem 2: Dedicated to my sister March 27 2005- May 8, 2005. Roxanne I love you in all the different ways, Sometimes I'm just wonderin what you're doin these days. I wish you hadn't gone, It was at the crack of dawn. It happened so fast, and now it's in the past. The morning I woke, noone could speak, For such an old baby, you were so weak. It took an hour for the ambulence to come, Oh, How I wish something could have been done. Waiting for hours just didn't suit me. But we had to wait to wait and see how it would be. It ended up pretty bad. Everyone that loves you is now really sad. Six weeks old, is not a great fold. The family you never met came to see you after all of this. Oh only if I could have just one simple wish. For you would be back in my life with ease. And everyone that loves you would be pleased. Even though you're gone and we can't change the past. No matter what happens, our love for you will last. Poem 3: Love is butterflys in you stomach. Love is that feeling that makes you sick. Love isn't about finding someone you can live with, It's about finding the one you can't live without. So don't say you love me if you are going to leave. Don't say you love me if you really don't believe. Your words confuse me and I don't understand. But my words were very clear, clear but bland. I try to run from my overwhelmed thoughts. But they follow me without a stop. I try to tell you how I feel. But all you care about is what isn't real. She makes fun of you and doesn't even like you. So If you want me to be like her, tell me what I can do. There is nothing I can do that couldn't make me love you. Oh please, oh please tell me what I can do. I know the third one isn't that great but it was something i threw together in class because i was bored. Please help me!! Question #18:The Arab Worlds Dirty Secret: racism?Click HereI was on my way home on the Cairo Metro, lost in thought as I listened to music when I noticed a young Egyptian taunting a Sudanese girl. She reached out and tried to grab the girl’s nose and mouth and laughed when the girl tried to brush her hand away. The Sudanese girl looked to be Dinka, from southern Sudan and not the northern Sudanese who “look like us”. She looked black African and was obviously in distress. I removed my headphones and asked the Egyptian woman “Why are you treating her like that?” She exploded into a tornado of yelling, demanding to know why it was my business. I told her it was my business because as an Egyptian and as a Muslim who was riding the Metro, her behaviour was wrong and I would not stay silent about it. I knew she was Muslim because she wore a scarf. I told her that the way she was treating the Sudanese girl made the scarf on her head meaningless. Her mother asked me why I didn’t cover my hair and I replied that I didn’t want to be a hypocrite like her and her daughter. As distressing as I found that young woman’s behaviour, I was even more distressed that the other women in the Metro car with us watched passively and said nothing. They made no attempt to defend the Sudanese girl nor to defend me when I confronted the Egyptian woman. After the Egyptian woman got off at her station, I asked the other women why they didn’t do anything. One woman said she stayed silent because the racist woman would’ve yelled at her and told her to mind her own business too. So what, I asked? If enough of the women had confronted her, she would have been outnumbered. I apologized to the Sudanese girl for the Egyptian woman’s behaviour and she thanked me for defending her and told me “Egyptians are bad”. I could only imagine other times she’d been abused publicly. We are a racist people in Egypt and we are in deep denial about it. On my Facebook page, I blamed racism for my Cairo Metro argument and an Egyptian man wrote to deny that we are racists and used as his proof a programme on Egyptian Radio featuring Sudanese songs and poetry! Question #19:If I'm a 39 year old guy, can I make the scene?I mean if I get the black clothes and the shagadelic hair cut, I already write bad poetry. Or will I just be a big poseur?Question #20:Pessimistic poetry (feedback please)?Please honestly tell me what you think, no hard feelingsAs you plaster on your fake like smile, And choke back tears, I choke back life, Counting down the years. Are you ready? Its almost time for the show, I await- My blood lust has grown. Your scent lingers as you grace us with your presence, My smile swells i will soon taste blood. My tongue explores my new set of teeth, I am thrilled to be the host of your last heart beat. The screams, shouts, and yells of fear, Are canceled out, As i run my fingers through your still living hair, Now lost in thought, Your beauty now present in death, You look so pretty as you beg for one last Breath. Your blood: warm, soothing, soft, settles my anger. I watch as your eyelides close, your world turns black, we've gone to far, there is no turning back. Uncontrollable now, Instincts take control. Blood flowing, What have i done? Better of dead, I finish the deed. Amazingly beautiful as you slowly bleed. Your corpse body falls to the floor, Im done, I cant take this anymore. Slowly, cautiously I grab the knife. Do I look beautiful as I end my life? ** Powered by Yahoo Answers Click link above for correct copyright license. |
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