by tony October 26, 2003
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I went to see XYZ Experimental Theatre last night, and Jennie performed the spoken word. Once my ears stopped bleeding, I really got into the performance.
by Corioscopy October 8, 2004
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a)spoken word is a revival of an acient african art form. b)It is words spoken with a rhythm not necesarily a beat and not necesarily rhyming. c)Spoken word has a through line, it is soulful, it can be fun and beautiful and defiantely requires skill. d)often compaired to poetry
Tupac had some deep spoken word
(a section from)In the Event Of My Demise - Tupac Shakur
In the event of my Demise
when my heart can beat no more
I Hope I Die For A Principle
or A Belief that I had Lived 4
(a section from)In the Event Of My Demise - Tupac Shakur
In the event of my Demise
when my heart can beat no more
I Hope I Die For A Principle
or A Belief that I had Lived 4
by cactusnotmuchbetterthannocactus April 26, 2006
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Get the spookeneth mug.a spoken poem before This Time Imperfect off of AFI's 2003 Sing the Sorrow. Gibson Casian, Jade Puget and Smith Puget's younger haft brother reads the first part, Davey Havok reads the second part, and Hans Wold reads the last part. It is known to creep out and sadden listeners.
Spoken Word:We held hands on the last night on earth.Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees, screaming like gods, bleeding dark into the leaves.It was empty on the edge of town, but we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river.So we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea and shattered seasons lay, and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease.In our cancer of passion you said, Death is a midnight runner.
The sky had come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide.We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes of starts that wore like an antique wedding dress.The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop.The few insets skittered away in hopes of a better pastime.I kissed you at the apex of maelstrom and asked if you would accompany me in a quick fall, but you made me realize that my ticket wasn't good for two.I rode alone.
You said, The cinders are falling like snow.There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty, bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence.Of blue and grey. Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of city.The sun has stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon and the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines.Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message.
The sky had come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide.We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes of starts that wore like an antique wedding dress.The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop.The few insets skittered away in hopes of a better pastime.I kissed you at the apex of maelstrom and asked if you would accompany me in a quick fall, but you made me realize that my ticket wasn't good for two.I rode alone.
You said, The cinders are falling like snow.There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty, bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence.Of blue and grey. Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of city.The sun has stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon and the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines.Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message.
by Field Playa November 17, 2010
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To do a whipping motion, saying sproke everytime you do it, to someone walking away as a joke or to do it in seroius kinky stuff.
also similar to sproking but thats to do . This is the person who does the sproking
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To do a whipping motion, saying sproke everytime you do it, to someone walking away as a joke or to do it in seroius kinky stuff.
also similar to sproking but thats to do . This is the person who does the sproking
Brooke* said "Hi" to Mr. Nathan, but as he was walking away, she* did the sproking motion as a joke.
*; The * is to show that "Brooke" is the sproker. Being the person who does it
*; The * is to show that "Brooke" is the sproker. Being the person who does it
by BSJA September 24, 2009
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Yo bytch i would like a Sproke
A sproke?
Yeah hoe you heard me a sproke
May i ask what that is?
damn hoe dont know shit its a sprite and coke mix(dumb bytch)
ohh ok!!!
Yo bytch i would like a Sproke
A sproke?
Yeah hoe you heard me a sproke
May i ask what that is?
damn hoe dont know shit its a sprite and coke mix(dumb bytch)
ohh ok!!!
by Kiet Trinh November 13, 2005
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