my prose lines
hit hard like clotheslines
hit hard like clotheslines
posted by Khaadim al Insaniya at 2:10 PM
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
About Me
- Name: Husam Zakharia
- Location: Gaza, Palestinian Territories
I’m still throwing stones and prose they can’t douse Don’t warn me again: they’ve bulldozed my glass house
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5 Comments:
don't go calling your verse prose / that's like throwin' mud on a desert rose / even your unrhymed shit flows like milk / free verse is what it is; it's smooth as silk / you're a poet as well as revolutionary / "float like a butterfly sting like a bee"
::meh:: it's the best i could do at this hour - take it as a compliment.
...and let the rain bring with it a sense of - peace!
I want to read some first person narritives!
anonymous about is Jason S
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A lot of your writing says to me that you've been hanging around guys disproportionately often ;p
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