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Bravo, best poem ever.

My hearts:

Heart as heavy as stone,

Hearts wounded and bleed.

Hearts torn and tattered,


Hearts broken and shattered.

Hearts forsaken by God

Excellent poem, I like it very much
My hearts are:
Hearts ensnared by complexities,
Hearts clouded with mysteries.
Hearts strong as steel,
Hearts ironed by personal will.
Hearts that are unbreakable,
Hearts of the bitter unspeakable.
Hearts always optimistic,
Hearts that refuse to speak.
Again is a really great poem

Really good peom Nich. I really like this one. One of the better ones, and look, it isn't all depression and saddness.

Mine, I think you stated them exactly:

Hearts of burning fire,
Heart as heavy as stone,
Hearts sitting all alone.
Hearts blackened with soot,
Hearts wounded and bleed.
Hearts soaked in viscous tar,
Hearts shot cruelly from afar.
Hearts beyond the repair,
Hearts naturally flawed.
Hearts eaten from the inside,
Hearts grinded by fate,

Nothing keeps Nicho's imagination down for long. New poem coming, hopefully you'll find it has a newer flavour then the rest of my pieces.

Poetry time.

Back Lanes

Long have I walked this path,
Long have I drowned my laugh.
My jacket's worn-out and tattered,
On my jeans the mud splattered.

Shifty eyes and darting grins,
Against us you'll never win.
For it's the life of the homeless,
Our morals gone, our minds baseless.

Fingers curled around the heater,
Oil and gel all the slicker.
Hands in pockets I stare wrathfully,
Our lives so unlike the lucky.

Switchblades all at the ready,
Hold back homies keep steady.
I signal and the wolf pack falls,
Our victim backs against the wall.

Drunk all night on cheap moonshine,
Too poor even for wine.
Draped all in my bling bling,
Fingers covered with the ruby rings.

Our lives short we die young,
With cigarette smoke in our lungs.
We live by the sword and fall by it,
There's no honor amongst our wit.

The tears have long dried up,
Yo yo my Latinos what 'sup?
High-school drop-outs all of us,
Ashes to ashes dust to dust.

To spend our days sniffing glue,
Our lives you have no clue.
Even our parents have given up,
Purple drank from cough syrup.

Tell me brother where's the ice,
Hey vicar where's Jesus Christ?
Music pumped to the maximum,
Little boy come to our Kingdom.

Doin' a hundred fifty on the road,
The tires screech and implode.
Pull over copper I'm not afraid,
Killed my gangsta now you're dead.

Colt Revolver in my hand,
Speeding little Maroon Mustang.
Black shades and beat boxing act,
Chill dudes green dough's just a fact.

We are the forsaken society,
The ones forgotten by humanity.
You whinny bastards got the world,
Your ungratefulness makes me curl.

Hanging out with all my Gs,
Back lanes our only home baby.
Yeah cross that fateful line,
And our hidden pain you'll find.

This one is pretty good, but far from your best - there are some lines that really feel like the rhyme is forced.

Might as well call this 'Nicho's Soul: The Dark and The Darker'

Yeah perhaps...no light moments....

Anyway, if you need help on the slangs, ask.

No Gdawg, I got da slang.

No, no , no mah homies, I gosta slang all up in here Gdawg. My username even depicts da slang. You diggin?


Ok, I really got to stop that.

Ontopic:

Nice peom, Usin' da slang all uip in dat piece.
It really nicely describes gansta life, Like you be livin it everyday.

Actually for the benefit of the more fortunate bastards in the world who will never have the opportunity to hear these words, a translation is here.

Heater - Gun

Moonshine - Illegal alcohol, though if you were paying attention to your history lessons on The Great Depression, you would understand.

Bling - Jewellery

Purple Drank - A recreational drug, made from guess what? Cough syrup and candy.

Ice - A kind of drug

Dough - Money

Homie/ G / Gangsta/ Brother - Just placing it here for fun, I'll bet most people understand. Just means friend.

Mustang - Not slang per se. Just a name of a car.

~Teaser~

The dark figure inhaled deeply, emptying his hand of the fine white powder. It calmed him down greatly, lulling him into an almost meditative trance, slightly dreamy, but alert as always. Peace be with you _______.

The other man sat lazily in his leather chair. Cropped white hair, enough gold jewelry to gold leaf the Empire State Building, thirty years of experience under his belt. This was not a man to be trifled with.

'My Son are you ready?'

'Yes Master. Whenever you are.'


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:O NICHO DON'T GO TO DRUGS! THERE ARE BETTER OPTIONS AVAILABLE!!!!

Sounds interesting so far...the translations cleared some stuff up...now I can be all gangsta to people!

:O NICHO DON'T GO TO DRUGS! THERE ARE BETTER OPTIONS AVAILABLE!!!!

I am educated I know lots of slang words, cause I watch many Al Pacino and Robert De Niro Films.

I must be losing my touch, can't seem to get focused on my writing anymore. Or perhaps my inspiration just decided to run away. Either way, just munch on this one. Or perhaps the first half, I don't really feel it's complete. Partially inspired by My December by Linkin Park.

This is My Winter

White snow crunch as I walk,
The snowflakes fall as I stare.
My hands freeze over with the chill,
As I live in this white land of peace.

I break the hard ice on the river,
And shudder as the frigid water numbs.
The frost covers like icing sugar,
North wind tingles the icicles.

This is my winter,
All alone by myself.
This is my winter,
All alone in solitude.

Stoke the roaring hearth fire,
And listen to a magical tune.
Hear my huskies howl at the moon,
And see the deer run in the woods.

Observe the magnificent silence,
Nature's sleeping for three months.
Catch my breathe in crystals,
And throw the snow into the air.

This is my winter,
All alone by myself.
This is my winter,
All alone in solitude.

I ponder the meaning of my life,
And watch as the windows mist up.
The day's short and the nightâs long,
Three months will not be quick.

Hear the lonely notes as I play a tune,
Scribbled illegibly on the paper.
Fishing over by the grey creek,
Walk amidst the hibernating beasts.

This is my winter,
All alone by myself.
This is my winter,
All alone in solitude.