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I'm Lejon Mumford from Detroit Michgan. I'm 17 about to be 18 on Nov 28th. I love writing poetry and I actually started after my father passed away in December of 2006. I wrote a poem in his Obituary that i thought was really good, and it took me three months to write again and my baby inspired it in march when i wrote a poem about my father on the internet. It sparked a lot of comments on Facebook so i pretty much have been writing ever since. Although since then my writing abilities have grown and using my two favorite rappers (Eminem, Lupe) I have pulled inspiration from their lyrics time and time again. Oh and i really have gotten alot of inspiration out of Linkin Park also. When I write I'm able to become any one, which means it's a different point of view thus my name becomes Notion because I am a living concept or depiction of everything when I'm holding my pen.

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Saturday, June 6, 2009

I'm taking requests


I was thinking about my next poem and what i
should write about and i thought maybe i
should ask you all since you guys read it, I'm
taking suggestions from all areas and topics ANYTHING,
no suggestion is bad just let me know

Monday, June 1, 2009

Angel Cake


I could hold you up to the light just to see my slice gleam
Envisioning my existence’s means
I can hear her moan like screams
When I’m licking the icing from the center of her layers
Hot cream, or is it Ice cream I eat a bite of this Angel Cake with
Baby stop it, please don’t fake it
Because your facial expressions tell a truth more greater than any other passionate utterance could tower over, the power over this flesh that I have is like a great mass or force of gravity
We are mortals in sexual combat, call it a bedroom fatality
Enough to make you bow to your majesty
I want a slice of you, a taste of your L I F E,
your emended essences trapped beyond those pink pearly gates or should I say
Your spreaded icing concealed between those layers of moist angel cake lips
French vanilla, the perfect ice cream to eat on the side of you
Or on top or dripping down or better yet eaten right out of you
See My angel I love o hear the sound of you
The way you wine like Jamaican mami for more of my extacy
The way you whisper in my ear “I’m the door to your pleasure walk through me”
Cuz I’m already running my fingers up yo thighs
I guess I could stroll through the double doors of destiny
Let me rub my fingers across your beautiful wings you slice of beautiful life
See I want to eat you off a fork and smear a little of you with my lips
Just so I have a reason to lick you off it
And the plate at the end of my slice and ice cream I won’t toss it
Believe me I’m gone lick like I’m a little kid until I get icing on my nose
Let me eat you until your wings fall off And horns come through your head
A devil’s delightful delicacy
And I want to be fed up with being fed so much of you that I get so pissed when you don’t give me excellence
That I over indulge myself with you next time just to make sure there are no imperfections
Sex-tioning off our love caking into different levels
To transition into consecutively
So smoothly like a melody
My angle you gone feel like you flying when you spreading that icing on me
Don’t taunt me, come to me
Now spread your wings
and give me a slice of you