Stalkr

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Joined: Jul 11 2010

Points: 140

Groups: Outlaws, Unique/Stronqminded, Urban Poets

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Country: France

City: Montpellier

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About Stalkr

Gender: Male.

Ethnic: From Outter space.

Bio

I'm a young white french boy , 18 years old , I like urban poetry and listen to hiphop , I'm doing it so and I will never stop.In my rhymes you won't find any crime incitation , just deep concentration , a part of my life and what I see and know , these are street scriptures written as if I was in the death row.
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I used to write in french , but I'm trying to write poems in english , so be kind for my lack of words in some themes , I got a good english , but not perfect.

How Often I Write Poetry: Depends.

My Other Hobbies: Sport , shopping (streetwear haha) , computer , party.

Two Words That Best Describes Me: Complex Melancholy

Occupation: Student

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Egocentric » Stalkr Hello mister Stalker. Nice to meet you. 12 weeks ago

Poems by Stalkr

Streets Prophets

Submitted by Stalkr on Sat, 08/21/2010 - 4:23pm |

By night I'm watchin' my city of the roof of buildings
You heard of me , I'm still throwing my rhymes as poisonous stings
I become less holy , while my halo is fading my wings are burning

Soldier's Poem (Fighting Poets part II)

Submitted by Stalkr on Sat, 07/24/2010 - 7:18am |

If you read it Homie I wish I made you proud of me ,
Since I went to battleground I know you're still thinking of me ,
This wasn't my choice my life wasn't what it supposed to be
Became addicted to alcohol , is it all ?
No , I smoked 'til my spirit lost all his goals
I know I was a fool , poetry's just a tool
'Cause I can't express what I feel , a heart full

Fighting poets (freestyle)

Submitted by Stalkr on Tue, 07/13/2010 - 5:41am |

Urban Poem

A simple word and lots of thoughts , that's it , skin is thick and mind is sick , looking at me in the mirror and I realize , shit I didn't sleep tonight I got bloodshot eyes , one more night spend with friends and alcohol , few hours less to live , who cares everybody knows that's keeping me away from nightmares , I feel like a stillborn child , spending all day as if it was the last , into the w

The Outlaw Lover

Submitted by Stalkr on Mon, 07/12/2010 - 7:43am |

Love Poem

During a long time I'm reaching for you ,
My gun and my tricks ain't sufficient for me to get through ,
Can't live my life alone , I feel like I'm wasting my time
The business' routine is killing me as it was a small crime
Destiny doesn't want you to be me , she's making me tough
Life's a bitch but honey I think I didn't pay her enough

Up to the skies.

Submitted by Stalkr on Sun, 07/11/2010 - 8:17am |

Urban Poem

Have you ever been right each time you wanted , did you never made mistakes which destroyed the things you loved ? Life is like smoke and you breath it , it kills you everyday and you can't catch it , do you ever feel something as painful as this ?

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