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Published: 2004-08-18 12:52:01 +0000 UTC; Views: 427; Favourites: 4; Downloads: 74
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Urban Confessions IIIt’s here again, this pumping bloodline, of starry-eyed connoisseurs
It’s feeling again, this hoodie and this hand, attacking some fallacious pedigrees
She can never see again, though he will hit again
That fucker will never leave again, avoiding more loss
That loser will lose again because he avoided the cost
And eighteen year old girls and boys
With verbal triumphs and yet fists are still raised
And more eighteen year old girls and boys
Make love like how they use to
Make war like how we still do
Who made slam poetry or was that just a madman’s passtime
Who made the first verse the first rhythmic pattern of syllables
Free from the jagged kicking sprees
Who’s the one that said sleeping is good for you
I don’t believe in that shit
This world is only half awake and that’s the way we like it
See through the plastic makeshift
We do such silly things for something so basic as sex
Some even travel up the alley of chance more than five times per shift
I can’t do this anymore yet I do it everyday
I can sing out aloud when there’s no one around
Yet why the fear of judgement when behind my foes
Why with shitheads I try to share my woes
It hurts too much to break a character and build another
I’ll write till it lasts me I’ll feed on it till it fucks me
I’ll verse out diversities and personal adversities
I’ll write till the day comes to break me
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it really doesnt have any flow...but i guess 'spoken word' poems dont need to flow or anything. don't really get what you're trying to communicate here...
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Hey!
Wow, I've been reading up on your work for the past couple weeks, and this was the piece that compelled me to join.
Schools starting up again, my final year in highschool.. I was fortunate enough to stumble upon anything you wrote, just.. the idea of going back, seeing 'familiar' faces and dealing with all that superficial bullshit that these boppers produce.. Your work inspires me in so many ways, one of which motivates me to even open up an account here and begin sharing what I've kept inside for a while now.
It takes me away, and places me in this perspective that I'm not alone. That even far off in the distance, an ocean away, someone out there feels the same vibes that I do. Kinda like that anime Lain or some shit, being 'connected' and what not.. I can take some solace in that. I really do look forward to more pieces, and hope you enjoy some of the stuff that I'll soon begin to post.
Back then I would browse around DA, the web, and come across flakey poems about "love" and "oh my heart is broken".. it made me sick. I can't emphasize enough how glad and thankful I am for such an artist such as yourself. Take it easy.
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Oh wow I'm very flattered. One of the things that makes me so very happy and content is when one of my works touches people. So I'm really glad that you got a DA account. I love lain, it's how I feel about the internet.
People share so much on here.
I wrote those poems for everyone, the ones that normally don't get a chance to speak out. I mean, almost every middle class or in fact, anyone can relate to it...it's about cities and its people, about their sorrows woes and sometimes cheap ecstacy. It always fascinated me about these type of urban legends...those that are fighting off society without anyone knowing about it and their presence in subcultures.
Take care and I'll check out your gallery!
Love,
Malicent
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I love the way you express your feelings, and the words you use always fit. You are very good and I just hope that when you write these Urban Confessions,it helps you as much as it helps me when I read them. I love this part,
This world is only half awake and that’s the way we like it
See through the plastic makeshift
We do such silly things for something so basic as sex
Some even travel up the alley of chance more than five times per shift
I can’t do this anymore yet I do it everyday
I can sing out aloud when there’s no one around
All this week I felt as if I was the only one seeing how messed up this world is. It seems as if nobody cares as long as it doesn't effect them directly. I mean if you don't care about anyone if something bad happens to them. Then what if something happens to you and everyone has the same attitude? Who will care about you? I'm sorry I'm rambling on,but I felt like what you said all week. I thought "The world is blind and that is the way we like it" all week and then I read this and you said almost the samething only better.
Great job, I love your Urban Confessions!
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Thank you so much. There's nothing that makes me happier when someone feels a piece that I do.
I wrote these words for everyone. I know how far kissing ass can get you, I'm glad my words mean something to you!!
It sucks when someone who works half as hard as you,. gets more than you do - makes you wonder why you're doing it in the first place. Ass kissing is like stealing cheap jewellery and sell them as real gems when you're working mining at the underground, way harder yet less rewards. I know people that have the most shittiest jobs just waiting for that one break because they are intelligent just with really bad circumstances.
I'll go write my next Urban Confession, hope you like the next one!!!
Take care,
Malicent
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Your welcome. I can't wait for the next one.
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u very talented. getting a job in cpt (or anywhere in the world infact) shouldnt be a problem for you 
Let me know if u really want to work in cpt, i know a couple of people that work for design firms, i can give u their details..
ez..
hav a good day.
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Aww thanks 
Yes I'd be interested...details details yes do tell
Love,
Malicent
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heheh, ill send u a mail sumtym with a couple of people on. sumtime this week or weekend. cant wait for this weekend. sumthing was going to happen and i cant remember what it is, i just know its going to be nice... i wana get some chronic and go smoke it on lionzhead and then trek down and play in my garden. heheheh..
oh, and i sent u the cd on monday btw.
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Thank you. I'm so glad you're a fan of my Urban Confessions works. Appreciated.
This series is one of my most expressive, they are personal in my own way. Just like Absolution - I'm writing these things down hoping that it will make you think about how you're living and maybe something will imprint in your mind.
Love,
Malicent
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It does. its very impressing , your amazingly talented at this. 
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