I DNT SMOKE BUT UUUUH---*

Spark up pens and smoke
Poetic verses
Keep the mood alive with
Outa mind curses
[Its too worth it.]
Scribes of lives
Written in
Melodic minds
We get high off of words
And vibe.
Shots of metaphors by the dozen
We get drunk off of
Natural lovin
Keep the blood runnin thru blue veins
We write till our fingers bleed
And the little bump on our middle fingers
Swells from writing to forcefully.

This is why we write.

To turn rocks into flowers.
Pass the pen around ; we can pen/etrate for hours.
Carefully construsting our craft
Using our past as motivation.
We spark L’s.
Letters for stimulation.

Write!
Write!
Write!

Pages blend
The blue lined paper
With smoke vapor.
And what do we do when
The blunts cease?

Spark up yet another and
Write a masterpiece.

--tianamonique. beeeeeeeeeeitch. =]