The Urban Prince
Even With Shackles You Could Still Walk...
My Life Is Amiable,
I Feel The Love, I See The Beauty In The Air...
Hardships Of Surviving Began To Erasure.
A Picture Created By A Past Reality, Maybe We Would Be...
Something Like A Story Once Told, But Atleast My Lyrics Will Be Worth Gold...
I Smile From Memories Of A Face, And Always Ending Up With Love As My Poetry...
One, Step At A Time, One Optimistic Vibe.
If I Could Choose A Breakthrough, I'd Be Floating On A Natural High...
❤️ I Continue To Walk With Love, Pacing To My Own Strive, I Just Can't Settle For Less...
Effort Is The Secret To Lasting Relationships-
Patience And Wanting To Understand...
I Always Stand Hoping For The Best, Because Inside Of Every Attempt Lives A Chance.
Other's May Not Walk Like You, But For Moments Many Would Walk In The Same Direction, Just With Different Missions.
I Respect And Appreciate The Little Thing's...
Bad Thing's Prepare To Become Shadows As Goodness Arrives.
Instead Of Running Away With Doubts, Stand And Try.
I Walk Alone To The Eyes Of The Ones Who Can't See...
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HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)
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I wanted to title this something different, but worried that my chosen title might cause problems entering the United States in the future so this is the new title. It's the greatest title. No one has ever written a title better than this. (All titles unrelated to content).
Let me be honest. I am finding this difficult. Now, I like a challenge, a stretch, a bit of an obstacle course. “Write about the decline of the British Empire in the form of a narrative poem in which your protagonist is an artichoke” I read, and flex my fingers. “Write a haiku to evoke the sensation of sibilance using only the first half of the alphabet.” “Well”, I think to myself, “this should be fun.” But “write about a system that isn’t working”? A system that isn’t working? Now? In 2026? ONE system? My favourite system that isn’t working? The sexiest system that isn’t working? The one giving me the most angst day to day? The one giving me the most existential dread? I am, as I say, finding this difficult. I will own that I have contemplated writing a thousand words on why the steady “all on” setting on my fairy lights is the EIGHTH of seven options which must be sequentially activated to get there, because that is a system that some fool came up with and it definitely doesn’t work, and now who is paying the price, eh? But how can I write about my fairy lights when…. When…. When….
By Hannah Moore7 days ago in Humans
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