POET OF THE MONTH AWARD

[Divine Write]

I will hold a poetry contest. The contest will start now and end next month. It will be for the title of "Poet Of The Month". I will chose a topic for you to write a poem on. Then after a few weeks I will close the thread with the poems and open a new one for votes. So if you want to partake in this contest so you can be rewarded as the "Poet Of The Month" then just post your poem here, in this topic.

The topic of chioce is.... "An internal struggle"

anything that you or anyone at all will have a mental struggle with. ie. a death of someone close, a large resposiblity etc. etc.

I kept the topic vague just for the start. If this works out the topics will be more specific and harder.


GOOD LUCK

[1-G_MC]

The title of this peace is "Differences"

Tell me
Why am I this way
My appearance is never the one I am content with
It's the cause of this so called "pop-revolution"
I have to be like an individual I see on a T.V. screen
I have to aspire to reach beyond normal parameters
Just to impress other life-forms around me
Alienated to the purposes of my own true self
Self image is everything, or is it?
I can't resort to wasting my life as a mock-martyr
It can't be, it won't be..
My destiny can be portrayed by no one since I mold it
Creating it to the point of my satisfaction, or distaste
That's what I envision
.....The rebutle
U have to be this way
U have to conform to any sort of mainstream trend
Become what we tell u to become
Never have an epiphony for change, lose the cause
The first thing you must do is aspire to impress that's key
Intergrate your charater into society, that will sustain you
Self image has become cardinal and the key to happiness
This is the only way it shall be, upon our requests
We are the voices that compel you to the route u are destined
It is but our satisfaction, that's all
That is our vision
.....self-examination
I am now torn
Indecisive towards my portrayal
Which idea is reliable to my process
I will never be a statisical prediciton
I can't decide
Time is the factor which shall change my fate...

-Young Rice

[Sleepy]

This here is my Entry, it's not actually a poem, since Young Rice dropped a rap. I dropped An Audio as "Performance Poetry"
It's titled "My Story"
which is about my inner struggle...
About a girl, who wont holla at a nigg ya know..
that's my inner struggle.. so i wrote about it
here are the lyrics


(Chorus)
My story, my struggle…
That one girl that just do not know…
This my pain.. which I share wit the world…
Many can relate to what I am about to state…
N don’t hate if ya’ know who you are…
Just appreciate your addressed in a song…
C’mon….

(Verse 1)
It’s hard to explain, the mental anguish I gain/
Everyday, againt the grain to others it’s plain,
The girl that don’t talk the same, won’t shock my brain
If she darts at the heart while being vein,
Sorry if I’m straight forward, but like the arrow that struck me the road is narrow,
On ward, to you, to win you over, impossible to many that forsee the downfall of me,
While I know I can give you whatever you might need, this is my struggle
Which you don’t seem to see the qualities in me/
Rappa’ rappa’, acta’, smack tha, wack stereotypes of a lyrical mind n ya’ cant seem to see… I know you ain’t blind, cuz those beautiful eyes were the ones which blinded me,
N that hair, tss.. girl I you know where…I stare so you took it how like it..
Waivy n just you, savvy so I guess I like you,
Spillin’ my heart out… nervous if you hear it ?
Fuck yea but I spill my heart out..
Possibly you’ll hate it ?
Fuck yeah… but I gotta’ send this shout out…
To you….
To the day…
To the week
To the month
To the year…
N I pray for you to hear, my dear, sincere lyrical tear….
Which if ya’ didn’t’ know what separates us so shears like a spear…
(CHORUS X’s 2)
(Verse 2)
You never seem to disappear, cover my ears n its you I hear…
Shut my eyes… n it’s you I realize I need by my side…
This is my story….. My struggle….
N my inner hearts cry…
Out there I know many
Who feel like me…
The girl which you see, never happy
Always sad, lookin’ lovely
Never mad, always a beauty
N you wanna’ make her glad…
But If you’re in it for the booty… you’ll meet the dad…

And that’s my heart felt struggle,
When talkin’ to you, ya crushin’ me to rubble
Cuz you need a rock hard rebel,
N all I can give you in a hip hop devil,
So if it’s really the music which chooses our fates…
Then obliterate mine… cuz I’m lost and it’s you I need to find…
Your legs must be turied cuz you runnin’ throu my mind…
N cambells must have made you cuz your mmmm mmm fine…
This is my struggle… My story… n if you don’t like it..
Well I guess I’m sorry…
(Chorus X’s 2)

[Sleepy]

here is the link to the Song

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/2/sleepy3music.htm

[1-G_MC]

my entry was formatted like a rap, like a usually do...but it wasn't a rap, I don't know how u thought it was....

[PLAYBOYBLAZE]

yo I felt that sleepy....thats like a tight R&B song.....good werk.....it's crazy how the opposite sex makes a man feel........