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By X-Knowledge
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31 March 2006 |
This was written in January 2006 in my first handwritten notebook of the year. It is a favorite of mine, really a favorite personal poem of mine that I have written. Raining outside.
Can't play today.
Can't go nowhere.
But I think I'll cleanse myself,
Right now.
Stepping into the rain,
Clothes already wet,
Cold to my black skin.
Waters coming down,
On my denim shorts,
A cool river underneath my bare feet,
Soaking in something fresh.
Yes, I scream!
I dance!
Raindrops hit my hard chest,
Streaming down to my waistband,
Making me moan happily,
That I'm finally free.
My own ocean,
I'm proud of,
Washing my natural hair to my nice, round toes.
It's unbelievable,
This refreshing shower. |
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Written by hafutota (3 comments posted) 31st March 2006 | heys 
i think the poem's good; simple and nice.
just that, i find the a few order of words somehow sound in the wrong place, but it could've been just me (i;m real dumb, so ignore me if i'm wrong)
a good piece, i look forward to your future works  | I really like your work!!
Written by Nance (86 comments posted) 2nd April 2006 | Something mystical is observed here, the poem is not simple, not primitive. At first it is not clear, it is necessary to think about. And the real beauty of the work is in this very riddle. Here is something similar to a puzzle, and in this puzzle your unusual feelings and thoughts are put.
I call it "Read between the lines!"
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