Rasta girl is always considered jafackin
Rasta girl hates when she is replaced by hatian
Rasta girl live in the city
Rasta girl locks act like white girl hair
Rasta girl cheats on curry for american diners
Clothes
Drinks
But never trees
Rasta girl yo mon chu know whea to get some trees
Yo!!! Not all rasta girls smoke weed
Because like jon sans said "you know you can be addicted to weed right.!?"
Rasta girl avoid trible signs like pedestrians on dirt roads
Thickness loses all respect for american sculptures
Rasta looks more like newark each day
Rasta girl appriciate beaches only on tv
Rasta girl drinks emo juice
Cuts off her tung and trade it in for a pair of jordan shoes
Rasta girl becomes black girl faster than a white girl diyes her hair.
Flag folder for a soldier tucked away deep in the attic
Rasta girl tries her hardest to forget her country but dreams about it in her sleep
Rasta girl mother was a afrcian queen
Shaped like she was molded out of clouds her skin imbroded with softness
Rasta girl be the only one parties dirty dancing
Rata girl turns dirty dancing into nothing but hips winding
Circular movement spinning catching the attention of every mans purpose
Rata girl eyes like her thighs are dangerous
Acts as bate to capture old souls lost in the wind
Rasta girl is more gangster than jackson
Never bitch about lost love or found happiness
Rasta girl is more man than the straightest man in the room
Rasta girls plays both sides of the field but only sleeps on one
Rasta girl blinds in very well
Americanizing herself to the tee so christian worshipers wouldn't know her god namee is bobby
Rasta girl works like mexicans in a store
Rasta girl hates pork
Rasta girl quotes movies with white girl for hours like a white guy failed movie attemp
Rasta girl loves adele
Rasta girl looks like high school asian kid with no home
Rasta girl isn't really that rasta at all
But loves
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Once upon a time
You were like the water my fairy tale image of god walked on
First time we met was like watching a disney movie
Or better yet in lion king because magic was all around us
The dramatic cd skipping only on the good parts
Because even with it stuck I was still able to go forward with all the words
You were like a limited edition beeper in the 80's
I considered you to be one of kind
Like red red wine
Classic yet so aged and sweet
You were once the images I drew in chalk across my heart
Leaving my hands dry and colored but it was nothing a little water couldn't take care of
You were like a clear day on the darkest night
Or the peddles I blew off a steam to wish upon
The creases in a freshly opened notebook
Those one pair of shoes I just can't get rid of
the bettles vinal when it first realesed world wide
I was the popparazi in your eyes
You're like a box holding my favorite pin
If I were to loose it a part of me would have died
More unique than a jade stone
More precious than a new born
You were what I considered a ring
A Circle with no beginning and no end
Something that symbolizes binding
But not of the soul only mind
Always played for the same team
Together we were the un eaten version of two peads in a pod
First time we met was like watching a disney movie
Or better yet in lion king because magic was all around us
The dramatic cd skipping only on the good parts
Because even with it stuck I was still able to go forward with all the words
You were like a limited edition beeper in the 80's
I considered you to be one of kind
Like red red wine
Classic yet so aged and sweet
You were once the images I drew in chalk across my heart
Leaving my hands dry and colored but it was nothing a little water couldn't take care of
You were like a clear day on the darkest night
Or the peddles I blew off a steam to wish upon
The creases in a freshly opened notebook
Those one pair of shoes I just can't get rid of
the bettles vinal when it first realesed world wide
I was the popparazi in your eyes
You're like a box holding my favorite pin
If I were to loose it a part of me would have died
More unique than a jade stone
More precious than a new born
You were what I considered a ring
A Circle with no beginning and no end
Something that symbolizes binding
But not of the soul only mind
Always played for the same team
Together we were the un eaten version of two peads in a pod
Monday, May 30, 2011
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
"Um"
It all started with a kiss....
Sunset stars clashed with waters of high tides cause attraction to form beneath a clear sky
Your eyes....
Acted as bate to capture my survival strategies
While I try to adapt to the surroundings around me
Like redundancy
Your Tung.....
Chopping up words of different languages
Leaving impressing on my skin
Forcing me to wear it inside out
Cause I know the thought of it staying
Should never flow through my veins
Your hugs....
Cheering
Dearing
Intriguing
Also addictive;
Writing temptation on ripped pieces of paper
Sealing it in bottles of whisky
Like a bati bwoys message
Your smile....
Lighting up like bobby joints
Killing to get a hit
I wanna hit;
turn my worries into laughter tea time
Your fingers....
Produce some of the best licks that not even lollipop lickers attempt to compete with your amperdectrious
Your voice.....
Takes a toll on my soul when combined
With your gifts;
My feet sink beneath the concrete
As if quick sand made me
As time passes I waist it
Wanted to communicate with your finest features
Before overwhelmed by forget till presence achieves permanent agreements
There's just something about you
That’s quite a catch
And
Just to think It all started with a kiss
Sunset stars clashed with waters of high tides cause attraction to form beneath a clear sky
Your eyes....
Acted as bate to capture my survival strategies
While I try to adapt to the surroundings around me
Like redundancy
Your Tung.....
Chopping up words of different languages
Leaving impressing on my skin
Forcing me to wear it inside out
Cause I know the thought of it staying
Should never flow through my veins
Your hugs....
Cheering
Dearing
Intriguing
Also addictive;
Writing temptation on ripped pieces of paper
Sealing it in bottles of whisky
Like a bati bwoys message
Your smile....
Lighting up like bobby joints
Killing to get a hit
I wanna hit;
turn my worries into laughter tea time
Your fingers....
Produce some of the best licks that not even lollipop lickers attempt to compete with your amperdectrious
Your voice.....
Takes a toll on my soul when combined
With your gifts;
My feet sink beneath the concrete
As if quick sand made me
As time passes I waist it
Wanted to communicate with your finest features
Before overwhelmed by forget till presence achieves permanent agreements
There's just something about you
That’s quite a catch
And
Just to think It all started with a kiss
Thursday, April 28, 2011
28/30 "waiting"
Waiting
For years now we have given equal exchanges
From notes to ackward pictures
From freshly picked flowers to kisses
Everytime I place something that evolved meaning into your hands
I wonder if i'll ever see it again
Whenever were alone for a spilt second I act as if you weren't there
Experts call this "getting prepared"
I remember that saturday morning I walked to your house as the sun rose following my footsteps
I had to be invisiable
We made love had breakfast then off to work you went and me well I went searching for favors beyond hills
I wonder if you apriciated me then now
Im waiting for the day my worse fears fload your personality
That day I ask you where's that 2year picture of me and you cant find it
The holiday cards I soaked in emotions while spraying a hit of lovers colon on them
Non memorable Garbage
You call it
For years now we have given equal exchanges
From cupid shuffle licks
To holding hands arguments
Everytime verbal abuse becomes band-aids to our complications
I wonder if thats the end of it
Whenever I randomly scroll through my phone book out of bordum I mentally erase your name
Experts call this getting prepared
I remember that one time I played ring around the rossy with death you caught me in thin air
But then vanished
I wonder if you did that on purpose or in spear of the moment
Im waiting just waiting for all of my concerns to become only that
27/30 "After the Storm"
I woke up feeling out of place
like there were something missing
I tried to get up but then
Pain struck me
hitting every nerve from my spine to head
I began to feel like ish
constaplanting my next move
as if a life depended on it
My life depended on it.......
some would compare this
to the silence before the storm rather after
but
after is always so much better
before the storm there is
of course
SILENCE.....
don't get me wrong
silence is the most beautiful thing in the world
I ENJOY IT!!!
it allows one to hear everything before anything
which is nothing but something
killing one sense to make the other stronger
able to strengthen your ears
to hear the pain calling from within a distant lover
silence makes everything unhearable
noticable
he refered to this silence
as my feelings
The pain linked to my apperence
is from the storm it self
my body seemed to have become equpied with the weather
taking unlikness and compared to a cyclone
being the eye of the storm
my heart was formed in the middle of a tornado
i was mistaken
life was a habit
dreams were istatic
reality divided by emotions
then added to his fantacy
the storm was amazing
he called my striken pain of emptyness
"the day after"
acknowldging the fact
nature carried through winds strong enough to scatter pieces
leaving parts of me empty
sound waves of alarms are what shocked me
rivers over flowed with determination
Love
avoidance
love
happiness
the disconnection of wires
seemed as patterns
love
avoidance
love
happiness
he was at the end of the road where the storm had end
the sun was just beginning
shinning light on
what was damage
but
also on something perfect
him
he was it
he was the one thing untouched
there and
ready to be loved
hugged
filling in every blink with random flaws
he was the day after the storm
Saturday, April 23, 2011
26/30 "How To Find the Right Guy"
[Inspired from a how to prompt]
How to find the right guy
1. Do not go to the search engine on google
2. Go to your towns finest bar
look for the one in the corner
"Usual sitting by himself"
instead of ordering beer
They're ordering water or wine
3. Look for short conversations
signifying interest but suppressing feelings
never knowing what the night will bring so shyness steps in
try to avoid the drunkenly stupid ones that do nothing but mumble && spill beer all night
4. Don’t look for features but instead vocabulary
allow words to connect you instead of drives
honor your intelligence and don’t be over powered by ah i got you bitch
5. Wait.........
6. Make the first move
commit to the first 60 seconds before minutes
see if the eyes are more shocked by your smile than appearance
7. If he tells your the one he's be waiting for and never met somebody as quite as you
Fucking RUN
But if he equips to compliments like oh do you like this song
Or 3 words before saying well nice to meet you
grab his name
8. He's the one
perpendicular to parallel number exchange on napkins instead of phones
but don’t rush to call
Wait to you randomly happen to see him again at the local grocery store or laundry mat
not bar or bodega
because places like that symbolizes he has some forum of hygiene
9. Be willing to write in his journal
for while he plays records instead of hot 97
Classics and art is made to look as his first lady
10. You found the right one
He's not eager nor an alcoholic
he's dependent and enjoy the finer things in life
he's masculine but yet feminem
not afraid to show his inner softness
While being classy && still up to date
so if you find a man like this let him jump feet first in your pocket && never wash the pants he's in again
How to find the right guy
1. Do not go to the search engine on google
2. Go to your towns finest bar
look for the one in the corner
"Usual sitting by himself"
instead of ordering beer
They're ordering water or wine
3. Look for short conversations
signifying interest but suppressing feelings
never knowing what the night will bring so shyness steps in
try to avoid the drunkenly stupid ones that do nothing but mumble && spill beer all night
4. Don’t look for features but instead vocabulary
allow words to connect you instead of drives
honor your intelligence and don’t be over powered by ah i got you bitch
5. Wait.........
6. Make the first move
commit to the first 60 seconds before minutes
see if the eyes are more shocked by your smile than appearance
7. If he tells your the one he's be waiting for and never met somebody as quite as you
Fucking RUN
But if he equips to compliments like oh do you like this song
Or 3 words before saying well nice to meet you
grab his name
8. He's the one
perpendicular to parallel number exchange on napkins instead of phones
but don’t rush to call
Wait to you randomly happen to see him again at the local grocery store or laundry mat
not bar or bodega
because places like that symbolizes he has some forum of hygiene
9. Be willing to write in his journal
for while he plays records instead of hot 97
Classics and art is made to look as his first lady
10. You found the right one
He's not eager nor an alcoholic
he's dependent and enjoy the finer things in life
he's masculine but yet feminem
not afraid to show his inner softness
While being classy && still up to date
so if you find a man like this let him jump feet first in your pocket && never wash the pants he's in again
25/30 "Path Train Ride"
NOTE: this is a question prompt inspired by many.....Thanks
Why must they awkwardly stare as if i cant see their pupils filling the corner of their sockets?
I wonder if they see my halo shaped horns
How come the Asians in front of me stress over make-up that don’t really make them anymore American than Mexicans
"No Racial"
But
Do that little boy on the trice know his father is paying no attention to his childhood experience
Why must this path train smell worse than bums in alphabet city
Why must people stare at me
Do the guy beside me realize I’m writing a poem
Is he afraid what i might say about him and his talking timbs
Do the Russians in the corner really thank the Hindu believe they're from Liberia
Where the little boy on the trice
Has my ride come to a stop
Do the pretty lady in the front realize outside there's a storm
Why must they stare at my continuous hand movement across my keyboard
I wonder if the Dominicans parallel from know i understand everything they're saying
damn "ella es divertida, pero voy a buscar su bolso"
Should I respond with a simple "el no es mi tipo" before getting off to fuck their heads up
Why the hell is everyone looking at me
Am I having one of those moments where my thoughts aren't really thoughts but actual verbal communication
Where’s that little boy
Why is the father holding a empty trice
Why is everyone fucking staring at me
Who's the guy with the red bull
And lady with old school bandana
Since when the train became an athletic fitness club
Why is everyone staring at me????
Oh maybe its because my music can be heard throughout the whole cart
Why must they awkwardly stare as if i cant see their pupils filling the corner of their sockets?
I wonder if they see my halo shaped horns
How come the Asians in front of me stress over make-up that don’t really make them anymore American than Mexicans
"No Racial"
But
Do that little boy on the trice know his father is paying no attention to his childhood experience
Why must this path train smell worse than bums in alphabet city
Why must people stare at me
Do the guy beside me realize I’m writing a poem
Is he afraid what i might say about him and his talking timbs
Do the Russians in the corner really thank the Hindu believe they're from Liberia
Where the little boy on the trice
Has my ride come to a stop
Do the pretty lady in the front realize outside there's a storm
Why must they stare at my continuous hand movement across my keyboard
I wonder if the Dominicans parallel from know i understand everything they're saying
damn "ella es divertida, pero voy a buscar su bolso"
Should I respond with a simple "el no es mi tipo" before getting off to fuck their heads up
Why the hell is everyone looking at me
Am I having one of those moments where my thoughts aren't really thoughts but actual verbal communication
Where’s that little boy
Why is the father holding a empty trice
Why is everyone fucking staring at me
Who's the guy with the red bull
And lady with old school bandana
Since when the train became an athletic fitness club
Why is everyone staring at me????
Oh maybe its because my music can be heard throughout the whole cart
23/30 "a little tune"
Look in the mirror, tell me what I see.
All of the things, that I could be.
Empty pages in an open book.
So color me so vividly.
i wake up everyday humming this tune
as i throw water of steal upon my face
scared images face me
staring me in the eyes
till they hit my soul
rock bottom is what i feel
you see
being a book
freshly printed
blank pages
life in you eyes is different
you see
one opens the door
allowing others to freely right
without any complaints
it sucks
you see
there is no restriction
so if a page gets ruined
One can easily start over on a clan sheet
Damaging someone else's beginning
You see
My reflections just doesn't consist of me
It consist of everything
i see unfamiliar faces
Turning pages i didn’t even know existed
How is this?
you see
things seem to be subliminal
metaphorical
Life changing in perception
i mean
On purpose
You see
once all the pages are full
the story must go on
but in the same book
re-writing on top of pages already filled
you see
Look in the mirror, tell me what I see.
All of the things, that I could be.
Empty pages in an open book.
So color me so vividly.
All of the things, that I could be.
Empty pages in an open book.
So color me so vividly.
i wake up everyday humming this tune
as i throw water of steal upon my face
scared images face me
staring me in the eyes
till they hit my soul
rock bottom is what i feel
you see
being a book
freshly printed
blank pages
life in you eyes is different
you see
one opens the door
allowing others to freely right
without any complaints
it sucks
you see
there is no restriction
so if a page gets ruined
One can easily start over on a clan sheet
Damaging someone else's beginning
You see
My reflections just doesn't consist of me
It consist of everything
i see unfamiliar faces
Turning pages i didn’t even know existed
How is this?
you see
things seem to be subliminal
metaphorical
Life changing in perception
i mean
On purpose
You see
once all the pages are full
the story must go on
but in the same book
re-writing on top of pages already filled
you see
Look in the mirror, tell me what I see.
All of the things, that I could be.
Empty pages in an open book.
So color me so vividly.
Friday, April 22, 2011
24/30 "'Prompt 'Deadly Sins' "
This is another prompt i tried thanks to NiProWriMo.....The Seven Deadly Sins....Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Wrath, Envy, && Pride.....Hope you guys enjoy
While I'm trapped within the four corners of my bed
dramatic headless creators force feeds me lust
as if i didn't already have too much
dragging my limbs over hills laced with unnecessary
camossion I find my self looking over everything
unfair
uncertain
earning for all that i was never giving
taking the world for granted
while standing on top of my own head
not even bodies of water can knock me down
or penirtrate my abilities
no more locked doors for my deadly sins
While I'm trapped within the four corners of my bed
dramatic headless creators force feeds me lust
as if i didn't already have too much
dragging my limbs over hills laced with unnecessary
camossion I find my self looking over everything
unfair
uncertain
earning for all that i was never giving
taking the world for granted
while standing on top of my own head
not even bodies of water can knock me down
or penirtrate my abilities
no more locked doors for my deadly sins
22/30 my wolf
My wolf
Full moons reveal you to
Skyline cities
they fear you
I love
you graze through my nights
when they are at their darkest
your eyes
If stared at long enough
one could see the world
and all its magic
beauty
becomes noticeable right away
Ya warmth
Comforts my soul as if it were a shoulder
able to soak up the water my eyes leak
Without any worries
over time becoming my protector
circling around my cold body
In heat of moments I need your protection
fighting off anything camouflage dressed in harmfulness
I take kind to this
You are the one my heart called out to
transforming into your natural forum whenever I need you
Come
lets walk through the city in unbelievable forums
They will fear you
But know that
I love
Your
My wolf
Full moons reveal you to
Skyline cities
they fear you
I love
you graze through my nights
when they are at their darkest
your eyes
If stared at long enough
one could see the world
and all its magic
beauty
becomes noticeable right away
Ya warmth
Comforts my soul as if it were a shoulder
able to soak up the water my eyes leak
Without any worries
over time becoming my protector
circling around my cold body
In heat of moments I need your protection
fighting off anything camouflage dressed in harmfulness
I take kind to this
You are the one my heart called out to
transforming into your natural forum whenever I need you
Come
lets walk through the city in unbelievable forums
They will fear you
But know that
I love
Your
My wolf
Thursday, April 21, 2011
haiku 48
Everytime I hear
Your name in a song
My heart aches for you
Your name in a song
My heart aches for you
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haiku 47
Random interfered
Silence had floaded the car
Assholes opened up
Silence had floaded the car
Assholes opened up
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21/30 "He Say's"
You said we're both little people and you like it that way
&& I feel the same
I like how I’m not like the rest of them
I enjoy how I wake up in the morning && peddles lay beside me on the night stand
when I least expect it
breakfast in bed
I considered you classy
I tempted to out do you by baths and massages
But
every time I turn around you have another surprise for me
bags of seeds with gift tags written
"Grow your own forests"
always leave me smiling
Even when I'm hurting
You and me
Are different from the universe
but together we seem bigger than anything
I like how when car crash bad dreams
Your there holding me
dieses kick me down
Your tiered limbs clench over me
You said we're both little people and you like that way
&& I feel the same
I like how I’m not like the rest of them
I enjoy how I wake up in the morning && peddles lay beside me on the night stand
when I least expect it
breakfast in bed
I considered you classy
I tempted to out do you by baths and massages
But
every time I turn around you have another surprise for me
bags of seeds with gift tags written
"Grow your own forests"
always leave me smiling
Even when I'm hurting
You and me
Are different from the universe
but together we seem bigger than anything
I like how when car crash bad dreams
Your there holding me
dieses kick me down
Your tiered limbs clench over me
You said we're both little people and you like that way
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
First Prompt "How to love a Jozy"
Inspired by NiProWriMo 17/30
Ugh I guess I'm a follower now hum???? ugh this sucks I never did anything like this but i guess there's a first time for everything hun? Oh well if it sucks let it suck. Fuck it two tears in a bucket....Quite the opposite ;)
1. At first her looks will be comforting but yet also deceiving
so make sure you pack extra Dearing to win over her lifeless
stare
2. she will attempt to wine && dine you && when you least expect it
flip the tables.
So suffocate your neck with Rosary’s from the red sea
one look at this && the hulk within her won't show its face
3. If not just be prepared for anything
for she throws obstacles like toddler fits
4. her locked doors are the same as if opened
empty..
5. painted padded walls in her room are those of artist
but if you listen carefully....
6. "Welcome To My Life" will great you like a door mat
7.When watching sunsets be aware Husky’s might linger every now && then
8. On rainy days one would tempt to great her with firefly lit rooms
9. Peace && one way roads will comfort her just fine
and
10. Understand to misunderstand
20/30 "Feeling You"
sitting here think about yesterday
How we talked all day
taking my frowns
Turning them into smiles
making my dreams poor excuses for unhappiness
forcing realization to become present in my vision
I don’t know why or how
You take my hand and every sentence beginning with wrong disappears
Holding me in your arms while the magic of life circles us
Don’t know how you do it
but
days like this i look forward to
Unreliable chances coming true
Days like this make me think about yesterday
And
how i really want to be with you
How we talked all day
taking my frowns
Turning them into smiles
making my dreams poor excuses for unhappiness
forcing realization to become present in my vision
I don’t know why or how
You take my hand and every sentence beginning with wrong disappears
Holding me in your arms while the magic of life circles us
Don’t know how you do it
but
days like this i look forward to
Unreliable chances coming true
Days like this make me think about yesterday
And
how i really want to be with you
12/30 "Driving In the Rain"
As im driving through the rain
looking for a place far away from you were i could collect my tears
the water seemed to miss this one place on my windshield
where my future had a glearLooking through the rear view at the back seats
were our bodies use to meet in spring during sun sets
able to see the honey bees huvor near their nest
protecting whats within It was as if i was driven apon the road of memory lanegoing one way hazard lights on they remained
no room to pull over or u-turn to get out of pains waySometimes it feels as though im nothing
but a pet to mother nature
feeding me dark clouds for breakfast
lunch
and dineri dont want to remember how when you left misory is what i becamefaming your glorious nameoh how i wish you were here today
directing me through my dark days when the skys redAnd
numb is what my chest injects into my heart to pump through my viens Leaving me to drive head on through a wall
landing on gods bathroom floorthis is what love does
eat at ones soul rawfucking ones mental thoughts
applying regret to the rest of my life without remoursim driving through the rain
trying my hardest to escape
but
all the while i cant seem to shift out of park
while lounging outside your place
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
19/30 "Dark Love" [for emo eyes]
[You never know with me]
The day i dyed my hair all black
became one with the darkness
It was as if i had died twice
Leaving one soul to join another
killing off all sorts of flower pollen
to join your presence
my world was ending
ours was just beginning
cutters scares reopening
bloods infusing
binding us together
as one
leaving molted
shoes
to run
leaving one breathless
like ones first incounter with you
or me
seeming we tend to
bath in black paint
strolling amungst death
but under invisible cloaks
we remaine
My love for you is
Darker than the night
but
Means more than life
I'll ride for you
die for you
lie for you
cry for you
But all
under good intentions
you dressed your future
with forgivness leaving me able to accept any ending
being you conviced me to stay
many times after i drunk the poision
bonding with your name
across my stomach it lays
"smells like raw meat"
you say
as you stare at it reading a heart bleeding name
I must say
bondage tape doesn't mend well
after awhile it falls off
leaving wunds exposed
to relief
and
undiscovered help
causing love to rest in the grave
with the grim
because
i keep my love for you locked up
so you can never know
that i love you so much but couldnt tell
so its
dark love i have for you
and
never that dark love will never go
The day i dyed my hair all black
became one with the darkness
It was as if i had died twice
Leaving one soul to join another
killing off all sorts of flower pollen
to join your presence
my world was ending
ours was just beginning
cutters scares reopening
bloods infusing
binding us together
as one
leaving molted
shoes
to run
leaving one breathless
like ones first incounter with you
or me
seeming we tend to
bath in black paint
strolling amungst death
but under invisible cloaks
we remaine
My love for you is
Darker than the night
but
Means more than life
I'll ride for you
die for you
lie for you
cry for you
But all
under good intentions
you dressed your future
with forgivness leaving me able to accept any ending
being you conviced me to stay
many times after i drunk the poision
bonding with your name
across my stomach it lays
"smells like raw meat"
you say
as you stare at it reading a heart bleeding name
I must say
bondage tape doesn't mend well
after awhile it falls off
leaving wunds exposed
to relief
and
undiscovered help
causing love to rest in the grave
with the grim
because
i keep my love for you locked up
so you can never know
that i love you so much but couldnt tell
so its
dark love i have for you
and
never that dark love will never go
18/30 "picking the right one"
I picked you like a flower believe i could achieve in growing somethiong astravigant beautiful honest
I picked you hoping that you were different from all the others
free from pestsites && insets
Giving off a smell one rarely came across
Difining as uniuqe
i picked you when you were in the most debatable position
Peddles poking out between the grass that sheilded you from the suns finest
i picked you thinking you needed help to sprout
But maybe i should of payed more attention
I picked you hoping that you were different from all the others
free from pestsites && insets
Giving off a smell one rarely came across
Difining as uniuqe
i picked you when you were in the most debatable position
Peddles poking out between the grass that sheilded you from the suns finest
i picked you thinking you needed help to sprout
But maybe i should of payed more attention
haiku 39
I said good morning
He rolled over and said to
Me I'm horny
He rolled over and said to
Me I'm horny
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Monday, April 18, 2011
16/30 "Dunkin' Donuts pt.2"
This day was rainy
I waited once again
but
Dunkin may I say you have changed
since the last time we met
Your features
As in looks
Are quite rearranged
But I like it
although I am no longer staring at those two empty chairs flooded with memory
I am occupying them with yet another mystery
Exchanging values of explosives
Discovering bit and pieces of your fragile life
Reconstructing them into something nice
I remember last time
Being pounded "with lie after lie"
But now uplifting intentions with cents
I'm not talking bout fragrance
Instead the amount of change I always get
Never counting but tucking away deep in my pocket like secrets
Hoping that its all there
See last time
I had a notebook
And was writing
Awkward conversation followed in a distance
As a background
While interesting lingered
Resembling that of a foreground imagine in a portrait
But with you its different
Filling in the holes donuts seem to develop
Once at random and by mistake
But now
On purpose
I guess that’s it
Once you start its hard to finish
Excuse me medium light && sweet is how I want it but with cream no milk
I know by now they should have my face framed in their memory
and order quite the same
As for it never changes
unlike my friends
of course imaginary they are
But then again imaginary is as real as they can get
Able to cause the same complications as any other person
but I can only see them
I’m the only one that could feel the pain
Like cast a ways
People never generously help
They watch as if they see nothing
so Dunkin’ tell me
is the chair I face really empty?
how so if words are continuously thrown at me
as if I was 10 again in a court yard playing dodge ball
But these hated words I just can't seem to duck && dodge
They taunt me
As if I was the guy cleaning the windows dropping buckets of water all over like outside ficies
You upset me
It seems as though every time i sit in this place my forgotten passed comes back
Like those donuts you only see in heart shapes are different colors in past seasons
Why are you doing this to me?
Is it because I'm odd
(To be continued)
I waited once again
but
Dunkin may I say you have changed
since the last time we met
Your features
As in looks
Are quite rearranged
But I like it
although I am no longer staring at those two empty chairs flooded with memory
I am occupying them with yet another mystery
Exchanging values of explosives
Discovering bit and pieces of your fragile life
Reconstructing them into something nice
I remember last time
Being pounded "with lie after lie"
But now uplifting intentions with cents
I'm not talking bout fragrance
Instead the amount of change I always get
Never counting but tucking away deep in my pocket like secrets
Hoping that its all there
See last time
I had a notebook
And was writing
Awkward conversation followed in a distance
As a background
While interesting lingered
Resembling that of a foreground imagine in a portrait
But with you its different
Filling in the holes donuts seem to develop
Once at random and by mistake
But now
On purpose
I guess that’s it
Once you start its hard to finish
Excuse me medium light && sweet is how I want it but with cream no milk
I know by now they should have my face framed in their memory
and order quite the same
As for it never changes
unlike my friends
of course imaginary they are
But then again imaginary is as real as they can get
Able to cause the same complications as any other person
but I can only see them
I’m the only one that could feel the pain
Like cast a ways
People never generously help
They watch as if they see nothing
so Dunkin’ tell me
is the chair I face really empty?
how so if words are continuously thrown at me
as if I was 10 again in a court yard playing dodge ball
But these hated words I just can't seem to duck && dodge
They taunt me
As if I was the guy cleaning the windows dropping buckets of water all over like outside ficies
You upset me
It seems as though every time i sit in this place my forgotten passed comes back
Like those donuts you only see in heart shapes are different colors in past seasons
Why are you doing this to me?
Is it because I'm odd
(To be continued)
haiku 38
Headaches getting worse
Every time thoughts cross you
Hatred does from this
Every time thoughts cross you
Hatred does from this
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haiku 37
Poems he keep writing
without my permission soon
Regret will have him
without my permission soon
Regret will have him
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17/30 "Me && My Guitar"
I compare you to a guitar
my guitar
Precious
Being my first
Causing me to build a gentle touch
Cautiously playing each string as one before building a chord
I remember hitting my first note
It was joy able
But sending off awkwardness to my ears
It was something I had to get use too
Like you
Causing intolerable pain
That had no choice but to numb my fingers
Now able to with stand anything
Replacing every string worn out or either break
But always tuning it the same way
this reminds me of you
us
how our relationship lives then dies
rise then falls
But
Always fixating reality to fit back into emotional stress
Over coming lashes drenched in chances
making the best out of tabs learned played then forgotten
like my tears
your tears
The tears we shared on nights it rained
Allowing sound waves to be carried by
Gibson
jasmine
Fender was the sweetest
that’s why i cheated
the songs just didn’t sound the same
As they did back then
(To be continued)......
haiku 36
Morning like this one
I could see me next to you
you left me for her
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Sunday, April 17, 2011
a lovers haiku lol #34 from her to me SaraEve original :)
you're a haiku warrior
go live love and write!
(a haiku for you from me lol)
go live love and write!
(a haiku for you from me lol)
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haiku 35 for SE.
My gay flick lover
Crowned me haiku warrior
I love her for this :)
Crowned me haiku warrior
I love her for this :)
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haiku 33
I touched the door
I seen nothing but flames
So I turned away
I seen nothing but flames
So I turned away
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haiku 32
So I went to church
And all of the doors were locked
The rejected me "lol :)"
And all of the doors were locked
The rejected me "lol :)"
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Saturday, April 16, 2011
15/30 "The Way I See It"
My minds twisted
I do this poetry thing
as a prayer for forgiveness
Contintly written deaths constatution
For he holds my will of living
controling my every movement as if i can't determaine whats next to happen
Whether its drawing lines or taken needles
I have 7 reasons why i enjoy the pain those bring
3 are on my spin
Seeming thats where everybody walks
At times leaving me paralized from head to toe
But
Never nurturing me back to health
i do that shyt myself
Of course sometimes my friends
Bacardi && e&j helps
only healing 1/3 of my mental problems along with scratches
&& not scares
because those are something i have to live with attached with regret
although thats not good
I accept it
Learning from mistakes that only teach
Cope of neglection
cloucks shielding me from that extra step
Which some believe leads to success
But
I do this poetry thing as a prayer for forgiveness
Hoping that every poem ever written
Makes it way to those who believe in god more than I do
Highlighting the main points && developing topics
Cause like a pregnant person breaking water
Events are unexpected
That's why I do this poetry shyt as a prayer tor forgiveness
My thoughts influence verbal suffocation
And
I know my life is far from perfect
I do this poetry thing
as a prayer for forgiveness
Contintly written deaths constatution
For he holds my will of living
controling my every movement as if i can't determaine whats next to happen
Whether its drawing lines or taken needles
I have 7 reasons why i enjoy the pain those bring
3 are on my spin
Seeming thats where everybody walks
At times leaving me paralized from head to toe
But
Never nurturing me back to health
i do that shyt myself
Of course sometimes my friends
Bacardi && e&j helps
only healing 1/3 of my mental problems along with scratches
&& not scares
because those are something i have to live with attached with regret
although thats not good
I accept it
Learning from mistakes that only teach
Cope of neglection
cloucks shielding me from that extra step
Which some believe leads to success
But
I do this poetry thing as a prayer for forgiveness
Hoping that every poem ever written
Makes it way to those who believe in god more than I do
Highlighting the main points && developing topics
Cause like a pregnant person breaking water
Events are unexpected
That's why I do this poetry shyt as a prayer tor forgiveness
My thoughts influence verbal suffocation
And
I know my life is far from perfect
Friday, April 15, 2011
haiku 31
So she sat by me
Leaning in my direction
I denied her kiss
Leaning in my direction
I denied her kiss
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14/30 "just saying"
Every time my thoughts cross paths with the likes of you
its as if I’m lifted inches off the ground
floating
like gravity doesn’t exists
filling my head with helium
Giving the illusion I’m big headed
not actually
But in a sense where anything is what i could achieve
sometimes i believe
You've got ropes tied to my ankles
gps tracking me
mentally
popping up in situations where your name is far from destination trying to ignore your presence
But my eyes are tempted
To stare in your direction
How is it 6 years of knowing
Still leaves me guessing
Stressing
Pressuring
The fact that our relation
Has no significant
Meaning
Not even associates fit our complications
We discriminate feelings as if they're what caused the drama
When
It was the lying
The dealing
The ignoring
And factual pictures
You messed (fucked) up
But
I stayed with ya
Learning to Suppress my hearts importance
Becoming cold hearted
It seemed like the right thing to do then
To avoid complications
Fitting ground level back into the equation
Seeing a change in me
You hated this
Trying to strut your stuff like you had it then
FYI
Not a good impression
More like turn off I'm disgusted
But not like vomit more so how Lenny died on of mice and men
I know right
But sometimes I seem to forget all this
And even though my feet rest safely amongst the ground
Time to time I find it fading rather than floating
How so you asked?
No matter what I won't stop loving him
its as if I’m lifted inches off the ground
floating
like gravity doesn’t exists
filling my head with helium
Giving the illusion I’m big headed
not actually
But in a sense where anything is what i could achieve
sometimes i believe
You've got ropes tied to my ankles
gps tracking me
mentally
popping up in situations where your name is far from destination trying to ignore your presence
But my eyes are tempted
To stare in your direction
How is it 6 years of knowing
Still leaves me guessing
Stressing
Pressuring
The fact that our relation
Has no significant
Meaning
Not even associates fit our complications
We discriminate feelings as if they're what caused the drama
When
It was the lying
The dealing
The ignoring
And factual pictures
You messed (fucked) up
But
I stayed with ya
Learning to Suppress my hearts importance
Becoming cold hearted
It seemed like the right thing to do then
To avoid complications
Fitting ground level back into the equation
Seeing a change in me
You hated this
Trying to strut your stuff like you had it then
FYI
Not a good impression
More like turn off I'm disgusted
But not like vomit more so how Lenny died on of mice and men
I know right
But sometimes I seem to forget all this
And even though my feet rest safely amongst the ground
Time to time I find it fading rather than floating
How so you asked?
No matter what I won't stop loving him
haiku 30
My eyes opened up
To the sun and angry birds
I wish I was still sleep >=\
To the sun and angry birds
I wish I was still sleep >=\
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Thursday, April 14, 2011
haiku 29
Everytime we kissed
I found his hand sliding down
He wish he could hit
I found his hand sliding down
He wish he could hit
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haiku 28
Today I woke up
I decided to eat fruit
But he ate it first
I decided to eat fruit
But he ate it first
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haiku 27
Patiently waited
He said that he has reached it
Yet I felt nothing
He said that he has reached it
Yet I felt nothing
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haiku 26
Night time clouds were still
Until I encountered some
Acid and shoorms :)
Until I encountered some
Acid and shoorms :)
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haiku 25
And so he sat there
With his Hands on his lap
Grown man wet his pants
With his Hands on his lap
Grown man wet his pants
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haiku 24
And then he says so
How far back can you throw it
I am just saying
How far back can you throw it
I am just saying
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Wednesday, April 13, 2011
haiku 22 / short poem :(
It only took you
Five minutes to come in my
direction epic fail
Five minutes to come in my
direction epic fail
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haiku 21
You waited for me
Midnight approched quietly
And so did erection
Midnight approched quietly
And so did erection
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haiku 20
I can't help it that
My words cut deeper into
your skin than razors
My words cut deeper into
your skin than razors
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13/30 "Dunkin' Donuts"
[Something way out of my league but fuck it worth a shot]
The other day I was in Dunkin donuts
Sitting
Waiting
Remembering how I felt that day you came and met me
I glance over at the two chairs
That are now occupied by others company
Replacing images of reality with what I want to see
Me
With my little notebook
Writing stories on how my days went
You watching
Exchanging personal knowledge of our younger years
Me still writing
While Listening
I wonder if you noticed my words turning into portraits
You pulled out this marble
While explaining its purpose
I mentally start developing my own
It was blue and little
Yet clear enough to see through it
I imagined it being what connected us
I told you blue was my favorite color
You grinned
With the marble still in your possession
I questioned
Before getting interrupted by my fitignus
You placed it in my hands
Then I grinned
Saying thanks
You shouldn't have
I hope you didn’t think
That by this generous exchange I automatically assumed that it was a gift
Replacing the fact that you couldn’t give yourself because you weren’t yours to give
If you did I would have rejected it
But
By this time the guy that was sitting in my place has left and some old hag has replaced him
Staring at me
While convinced that I am in a deep transitional daze
Because for the like of her awkwardness I have yet blinked nor looked away
Anyway on with my recap
How is it
You were kind then
Giving time that only recruited friends
Compared to now you seem nothing like this
Constant disagreements
Now on our journey to welcome mats
I continuously look back
Feeling the links attached to my back picking up some the further I went
As if they were saying
STOP! While your ahead
But
Of course
I ignored it
Out of intrignous
Wonder
And
Hum is it possible he just might
No
That’s not how it happened
But in a poets world
Thoughts are like magic
I’m still
Sitting
Waiting
Hopping that I never left that chair you found me
Relaxed in
That I’m still patiently counting on your call or text
The one that says, "I'm here"
But
That never really happened
Madness
Snap out it
I guess since I can’t rome
Or imitate the actions
Within the bubble I am encouraging to forum
As if I was placed in a comic
I guess class will be my best bet then
But
To all the people in Dunkin’ Donuts and two chairs across from me
I shall return one day with my imaginary friend
Just wait and see
The other day I was in Dunkin donuts
Sitting
Waiting
Remembering how I felt that day you came and met me
I glance over at the two chairs
That are now occupied by others company
Replacing images of reality with what I want to see
Me
With my little notebook
Writing stories on how my days went
You watching
Exchanging personal knowledge of our younger years
Me still writing
While Listening
I wonder if you noticed my words turning into portraits
You pulled out this marble
While explaining its purpose
I mentally start developing my own
It was blue and little
Yet clear enough to see through it
I imagined it being what connected us
I told you blue was my favorite color
You grinned
With the marble still in your possession
I questioned
Before getting interrupted by my fitignus
You placed it in my hands
Then I grinned
Saying thanks
You shouldn't have
I hope you didn’t think
That by this generous exchange I automatically assumed that it was a gift
Replacing the fact that you couldn’t give yourself because you weren’t yours to give
If you did I would have rejected it
But
By this time the guy that was sitting in my place has left and some old hag has replaced him
Staring at me
While convinced that I am in a deep transitional daze
Because for the like of her awkwardness I have yet blinked nor looked away
Anyway on with my recap
How is it
You were kind then
Giving time that only recruited friends
Compared to now you seem nothing like this
Constant disagreements
Now on our journey to welcome mats
I continuously look back
Feeling the links attached to my back picking up some the further I went
As if they were saying
STOP! While your ahead
But
Of course
I ignored it
Out of intrignous
Wonder
And
Hum is it possible he just might
No
That’s not how it happened
But in a poets world
Thoughts are like magic
I’m still
Sitting
Waiting
Hopping that I never left that chair you found me
Relaxed in
That I’m still patiently counting on your call or text
The one that says, "I'm here"
But
That never really happened
Madness
Snap out it
I guess since I can’t rome
Or imitate the actions
Within the bubble I am encouraging to forum
As if I was placed in a comic
I guess class will be my best bet then
But
To all the people in Dunkin’ Donuts and two chairs across from me
I shall return one day with my imaginary friend
Just wait and see
haiku 19
I heard you loved me
well you heard wrong my dear because
only my dick do
well you heard wrong my dear because
only my dick do
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haiku 18
Musical mornings are the best
When spent cuddled under fresh pancakes and friends :)
When spent cuddled under fresh pancakes and friends :)
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haiku 17
while your at work
Showers shall calm my intentions
On meditated murder
Showers shall calm my intentions
On meditated murder
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haiku 16
Sleep was staring me in the face
So I got up and smacked that bitch hard
So I got up and smacked that bitch hard
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haiku 15
In-between the sheets
It vibrated constantly
I answered the phone
It vibrated constantly
I answered the phone
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Tuesday, April 12, 2011
haiku 14
When you are away
The girls will happily play
With balls of furry
The girls will happily play
With balls of furry
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haiku 12
As I sat next to you on the bus
I find your finger up your nose
I find your finger up your nose
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haiku 11
No one knows
that Deep down inside of me
The dark night sleeps patiently
that Deep down inside of me
The dark night sleeps patiently
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haiku 10
Patiently waiting
For something as potent as
Mother natures hair
For something as potent as
Mother natures hair
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Monday, April 11, 2011
11/30 " Experiencing Death"
I had a near death experiance
you came to rescue me
mentally
emotionally
physically was physically impossible
we stood on different sides of the road
waiting for an approch
I could see spring forming circles around your (blink)
Jade seeds sprouting halo branches above your head
clouds shaping signs of arrows directed at you as if i didnt know
i was about to come across something so beautiful
Something that would mean more to me than the world
Art && music
Being the fillings to the aspirations
Ditches formed in
Concern connected 100%
My days seem to be gloomy
Due to the sun I wrapped up && placed in your pocket
Expressing the happiness I felt develop between us
Near death experience roped determined quality time preparations
Rainbows from storms are what connect us
Standing on opposite sides of the road
Yet able to feel each others world turn
As if we were twins
Psychologically building mental thoughts that entwine our every desired moment
Never ending
My near death experience caused us to become closer than we ever been
Able to lock our hands to form a bridge
Opposite sides of the road
Our feet never left but faces greeted convinced eyes of a near death experience would ever.....(blink)
To be continued....
you came to rescue me
mentally
emotionally
physically was physically impossible
we stood on different sides of the road
waiting for an approch
I could see spring forming circles around your (blink)
Jade seeds sprouting halo branches above your head
clouds shaping signs of arrows directed at you as if i didnt know
i was about to come across something so beautiful
Something that would mean more to me than the world
Art && music
Being the fillings to the aspirations
Ditches formed in
Concern connected 100%
My days seem to be gloomy
Due to the sun I wrapped up && placed in your pocket
Expressing the happiness I felt develop between us
Near death experience roped determined quality time preparations
Rainbows from storms are what connect us
Standing on opposite sides of the road
Yet able to feel each others world turn
As if we were twins
Psychologically building mental thoughts that entwine our every desired moment
Never ending
My near death experience caused us to become closer than we ever been
Able to lock our hands to form a bridge
Opposite sides of the road
Our feet never left but faces greeted convinced eyes of a near death experience would ever.....(blink)
To be continued....
haiku 8
Bitches only fuck
you because your not that big
And sit when you pee
you because your not that big
And sit when you pee
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haiku 7
If the night is young
Go out and have some fun for
All the drugs are done
Go out and have some fun for
All the drugs are done
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Sunday, April 10, 2011
10/30 "the night we met"
We exchanged names
It was a Saturday night
sober thoughts sneaking past drunken stability
There was this painting
you see
Connecting our eyes &&
Creative minds for divine creativity
You approached me
Paint brush strokes lead conversation
How vertical spacing
Made such an Abstract painting
Art followed by music’s temptation
Rum && coke was my escape plan
Locking lips was never intended man
Your from Brooklyn
Running with the same cats I run with
Why our paths never crossed then
Maybe because you just moved from Massachusetts
I don't know
But
I'm taking like in your inner hippy
That night you stole 9 digits from me leaving wide open the door to opportunity
Sharing man made contraptions one abuse for something as simple as happiness
I was already under the influence of long hair && jimmy Hendricks guitar like symptoms
Playing songs no one would dear attempt for a first impression
B-boy'ing all what people think into mild stones then smoking it like nobodies business
I was digging this
All the while feeling wrong ideas approach me closer than usual
Private time was something I didn't look forward to
For some reason your eyes read me
Understanding that this wasn't me
So you cuddled your way under my arms asking questions people didn't know about me
So I told you
I told you how life between us was like that of a popcorn crenel
tested with heat it could turn into something wonderful unless
Burnt or out of the few be the one to never evolve having to heat it a second time
while emailing prayers to god
Waiting patiently under the clock where our bubbles of pictures clashed
A fuse sparked
Comparing me to your graffiti cans imagining uniqueness always in your hands
Painting your desired intentions
but first sketching what you like on paper
Over and over again till it was perfect
Then turning it into a memorial
Skateboarding flat ground
giving up all your tricks just for a
second of hands holding
saying the devil hit you with cupids arrow
Because this feeling was something like no other
enjoying the outer space journey we took together while staring at the moon
Your hand placed pon my hip
Mine in your left back pocket
It was as if we were meant yet just met seems like forever though we've been
(To be continued....)
It was a Saturday night
sober thoughts sneaking past drunken stability
There was this painting
you see
Connecting our eyes &&
Creative minds for divine creativity
You approached me
Paint brush strokes lead conversation
How vertical spacing
Made such an Abstract painting
Art followed by music’s temptation
Rum && coke was my escape plan
Locking lips was never intended man
Your from Brooklyn
Running with the same cats I run with
Why our paths never crossed then
Maybe because you just moved from Massachusetts
I don't know
But
I'm taking like in your inner hippy
That night you stole 9 digits from me leaving wide open the door to opportunity
Sharing man made contraptions one abuse for something as simple as happiness
I was already under the influence of long hair && jimmy Hendricks guitar like symptoms
Playing songs no one would dear attempt for a first impression
B-boy'ing all what people think into mild stones then smoking it like nobodies business
I was digging this
All the while feeling wrong ideas approach me closer than usual
Private time was something I didn't look forward to
For some reason your eyes read me
Understanding that this wasn't me
So you cuddled your way under my arms asking questions people didn't know about me
So I told you
I told you how life between us was like that of a popcorn crenel
tested with heat it could turn into something wonderful unless
Burnt or out of the few be the one to never evolve having to heat it a second time
while emailing prayers to god
Waiting patiently under the clock where our bubbles of pictures clashed
A fuse sparked
Comparing me to your graffiti cans imagining uniqueness always in your hands
Painting your desired intentions
but first sketching what you like on paper
Over and over again till it was perfect
Then turning it into a memorial
Skateboarding flat ground
giving up all your tricks just for a
second of hands holding
saying the devil hit you with cupids arrow
Because this feeling was something like no other
enjoying the outer space journey we took together while staring at the moon
Your hand placed pon my hip
Mine in your left back pocket
It was as if we were meant yet just met seems like forever though we've been
(To be continued....)
haiku 9
i could see straight through
you and your cotten shield that
outlined morning wood
you and your cotten shield that
outlined morning wood
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haiku number 5
Chicken and waffle
I will never forget you
Nor your neighbors smell
I will never forget you
Nor your neighbors smell
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Saturday, April 9, 2011
9/30 "poems within text"
Everyday
our conversations seem to take light the same way
starting with a good morning and ending with a goodnight
I text you the other day saying
Lately I’ve been thinking of you more than usual
Why you asked
my response
if i knew i would tell you
I wonder if you knew i was lying then
see its not that i didn’t know
It was just i didn’t know how to tell you
how could one explain causes of their impulses
when examples seem as if they were illusions
Words poetically challenging the likes of what i consider normal
human
non interactive with
out of the box thinking
Poets
you see i could of easily said
Because
I can feel your intentions digging deeper into your personality
Exploiting feelings you didn't even know existed
Randomly finding ourselves synchronizing plucking pedals of I love you’s && don'ts
While your pen triggers the ocd in your finger tips
Your a part time lover but a full time friend
Could be found on Damn near everything you ever touched
Leaving notes behind as crumbs
As if I were some type of insect to follow them
To this day I believe I was
You see
Lately I cant stop thinking of you because of 5 reasons
1. It's as your picture is tattooed to the memory base of my frontal lob causing your face to be everywhere I turn
2. Your imperfect
3. It's hitting spring...the season we dear love the most....recurring the same dynamic duo events every year...from make sessions to when we walk in the park standing conjointly while humming birds fly cautiously above us forming a heart as we watch the sunset
4. I miss you
5. Simply because I wouldn't trade our moments even if you stab me in the back...with you my heart means more than that
I engrave my love && likes for you in stone as it were signatures on starter caps
I can’t help but to stare at your name minutes before replying to a text because I’m drifting off to a place where it just us
two bodily functions entwining together as if skin and bones weren’t apart of their nature becoming one as if chemically infused like Frankenstein cause together we make no sense being complete opposites
Maybe that’s why we fit
This is something i still don’t get
But
Even though i have all these cute firefly; heart shaped; comparisons for my reasons
i still wouldn’t know why i think of you
But
If you were to ask
i can tell why my heart is fund of you
Goodnight
our conversations seem to take light the same way
starting with a good morning and ending with a goodnight
I text you the other day saying
Lately I’ve been thinking of you more than usual
Why you asked
my response
if i knew i would tell you
I wonder if you knew i was lying then
see its not that i didn’t know
It was just i didn’t know how to tell you
how could one explain causes of their impulses
when examples seem as if they were illusions
Words poetically challenging the likes of what i consider normal
human
non interactive with
out of the box thinking
Poets
you see i could of easily said
Because
I can feel your intentions digging deeper into your personality
Exploiting feelings you didn't even know existed
Randomly finding ourselves synchronizing plucking pedals of I love you’s && don'ts
While your pen triggers the ocd in your finger tips
Your a part time lover but a full time friend
Could be found on Damn near everything you ever touched
Leaving notes behind as crumbs
As if I were some type of insect to follow them
To this day I believe I was
You see
Lately I cant stop thinking of you because of 5 reasons
1. It's as your picture is tattooed to the memory base of my frontal lob causing your face to be everywhere I turn
2. Your imperfect
3. It's hitting spring...the season we dear love the most....recurring the same dynamic duo events every year...from make sessions to when we walk in the park standing conjointly while humming birds fly cautiously above us forming a heart as we watch the sunset
4. I miss you
5. Simply because I wouldn't trade our moments even if you stab me in the back...with you my heart means more than that
I engrave my love && likes for you in stone as it were signatures on starter caps
I can’t help but to stare at your name minutes before replying to a text because I’m drifting off to a place where it just us
two bodily functions entwining together as if skin and bones weren’t apart of their nature becoming one as if chemically infused like Frankenstein cause together we make no sense being complete opposites
Maybe that’s why we fit
This is something i still don’t get
But
Even though i have all these cute firefly; heart shaped; comparisons for my reasons
i still wouldn’t know why i think of you
But
If you were to ask
i can tell why my heart is fund of you
Goodnight
Friday, April 8, 2011
8/30 "drifting apart "
As dawn approaches I feel you disappearing
Limbs becoming lighter by the minute
Making it harder for me to distinguish whether your real or fake
You see
I tend to have these dreams that take me light years away
Implanting abilities that dynamically test me in every way
Giving the illusion that here is where you'll stay
Making reality harder to creep past false impression like security
Hoping that when the sun hits your not just some skeleton I dug up from a grave
But yet
A living human being
Not the perfect type people only encounter in their dreams
But
One with an irregular heart beat
One that throw fuel to flames
Never worrying for awkwardly born with an extinguisher as a brain
Leaving verbal using as a detonater
Blowing up fragments I made from good intentions
While calming the storm to come your way with relapsed memories
Clinging on the dandylion wishes
As if I started to forget the
And not the in the sense if higher power
But
As in my believer
As lying in my bed snuggled tightly within my blanket
I fill the clouds parking
Surrounding me
As if there were someone there holding me
Using photographic brain waves as pictures
Recreate those nights you were actually next to me sleeping
Breathing
Making silly noises
Reminding me that you were still behind me
Our bodies moved
Simultaneously
But
Yet I can help but to feel detached amongst space
As dawn approaches I feel you disappearing
Limbs becoming lighter by the minute
Making it harder for me to distinguish whether your real or fake
Until I finally get the courage to roll over && see your face
Limbs becoming lighter by the minute
Making it harder for me to distinguish whether your real or fake
You see
I tend to have these dreams that take me light years away
Implanting abilities that dynamically test me in every way
Giving the illusion that here is where you'll stay
Making reality harder to creep past false impression like security
Hoping that when the sun hits your not just some skeleton I dug up from a grave
But yet
A living human being
Not the perfect type people only encounter in their dreams
But
One with an irregular heart beat
One that throw fuel to flames
Never worrying for awkwardly born with an extinguisher as a brain
Leaving verbal using as a detonater
Blowing up fragments I made from good intentions
While calming the storm to come your way with relapsed memories
Clinging on the dandylion wishes
As if I started to forget the
And not the in the sense if higher power
But
As in my believer
As lying in my bed snuggled tightly within my blanket
I fill the clouds parking
Surrounding me
As if there were someone there holding me
Using photographic brain waves as pictures
Recreate those nights you were actually next to me sleeping
Breathing
Making silly noises
Reminding me that you were still behind me
Our bodies moved
Simultaneously
But
Yet I can help but to feel detached amongst space
As dawn approaches I feel you disappearing
Limbs becoming lighter by the minute
Making it harder for me to distinguish whether your real or fake
Until I finally get the courage to roll over && see your face
Thursday, April 7, 2011
7/30 "Half Me; Half Uncle"
as a child
you were
mesmerized by corrupted toys
imprinting choices not meant to be your own
on your soul
but
you grew to flip the script
patching holes formed from
others ignorance
bow tying difficulties
while proceeding with excellence
developing families miles away
but never forgetting them
the day you left my heart did the same
although it caused some pain
I understood the choices
even with me being older i still miss our moments
bond stronger than any other
as if we secretly built charismas only twins develop
knowing when ones hurt sad or full of energy
it was as if you were apart of me
For instance
the day darkness consumed 3/4 of my life
you weren't there
but
some how you mended all my hurt with bondage tape
mentally opened thoughtful chambers to lead me down
hills rather up so i can fall into
memories to pick me up
now that’s love
or
how when sitting states away
across a room
the tears left forming swimming pools in my eyes
formed the Niagara on yours
continuously doing good deeds
taking bullets like a savior
allowing us to use your chest as a shield from anything hurtful
because of this i love you
(to be continued)
you were
mesmerized by corrupted toys
imprinting choices not meant to be your own
on your soul
but
you grew to flip the script
patching holes formed from
others ignorance
bow tying difficulties
while proceeding with excellence
developing families miles away
but never forgetting them
the day you left my heart did the same
although it caused some pain
I understood the choices
even with me being older i still miss our moments
bond stronger than any other
as if we secretly built charismas only twins develop
knowing when ones hurt sad or full of energy
it was as if you were apart of me
For instance
the day darkness consumed 3/4 of my life
you weren't there
but
some how you mended all my hurt with bondage tape
mentally opened thoughtful chambers to lead me down
hills rather up so i can fall into
memories to pick me up
now that’s love
or
how when sitting states away
across a room
the tears left forming swimming pools in my eyes
formed the Niagara on yours
continuously doing good deeds
taking bullets like a savior
allowing us to use your chest as a shield from anything hurtful
because of this i love you
(to be continued)
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
color poem 30/30
Color poem (Red)
Tale lights
deablo
the part of the shoprite sign that holds the cart
irtated skin
red necks
paint
the 5th grader who just found out the most popular boy in school secretly likes her
stop (sign)
demotic parts of american flag
cash receipts ezpass on garden state parkway
Parts of my underwear
lukoil
red light
wrong way
reflector
Period
My couch
Curtains
Rug
SaraEve house mug
Jaylin house shorts
Raw meat
oxygenated blood,
certain apples,
tomatoes,
strawberries
cherries (popped)
Elmo
lips
Mars
Lipstick
Fire truck
roses
the fire between her legs
lobster
Xbox 360 ring of death
Budweiser can breakers hoody in Juno
Tale lights
deablo
the part of the shoprite sign that holds the cart
irtated skin
red necks
paint
the 5th grader who just found out the most popular boy in school secretly likes her
stop (sign)
demotic parts of american flag
cash receipts ezpass on garden state parkway
Parts of my underwear
lukoil
red light
wrong way
reflector
Period
My couch
Curtains
Rug
SaraEve house mug
Jaylin house shorts
Raw meat
oxygenated blood,
certain apples,
tomatoes,
strawberries
cherries (popped)
Elmo
lips
Mars
Lipstick
Fire truck
roses
the fire between her legs
lobster
Xbox 360 ring of death
Budweiser can breakers hoody in Juno
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driving in the rain
As im driving through the rain looking for a place far away from you were i could collect my tears the water seemed to miss this one place on my windshield where my future had a glear
Looking through the rear view at the back seats were our bodies use to meet in spring during sun sets able to see the honey bees huvor near their nest protecting whats within
It was as if i was driven apon the road of memory lane
going one way hazard lights on they remained no room to pull over or u-turn to get out of pains way
Sometimes it feels as though im nothing but a pet to mother nature feeding me dark clouds for breakfast lunch and diner
i dont want to remember how when you left misory is what i became
faming your glorious name
oh how i wish you were here today directing me through my dark days when the skys red
And numb is what my chest injects into my heart to pump through my viens
Leaving me to drive head on through a wall landing on gods bathroom floor
this is what love does eat at ones soul raw
fucking ones mental thoughts applying regret to the rest of my life without remours
im driving through the rain trying my hardest to escape but all the while i cant seem to shift out of park while lounging outside your place
Looking through the rear view at the back seats were our bodies use to meet in spring during sun sets able to see the honey bees huvor near their nest protecting whats within
It was as if i was driven apon the road of memory lane
going one way hazard lights on they remained no room to pull over or u-turn to get out of pains way
Sometimes it feels as though im nothing but a pet to mother nature feeding me dark clouds for breakfast lunch and diner
i dont want to remember how when you left misory is what i became
faming your glorious name
oh how i wish you were here today directing me through my dark days when the skys red
And numb is what my chest injects into my heart to pump through my viens
Leaving me to drive head on through a wall landing on gods bathroom floor
this is what love does eat at ones soul raw
fucking ones mental thoughts applying regret to the rest of my life without remours
im driving through the rain trying my hardest to escape but all the while i cant seem to shift out of park while lounging outside your place
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I miss you
I miss you
about six years ago you were still here;
i was able to hold conversations with you && never had to fear;
through all my bad times you caught every tear;
you told me to be strong your dad is right here;
but what happen to i'll never leave you cause now your gone;
i thought you were strong; you could offought that disease;
but instead you let it win;
since when were you weak? i never understood this!;
was you keeping it a secrete?; or just ashamed to tell me?;
i don't want to believe that but dad you were my everything;
important like oxygen or even pollen to the bee's;
it was hard to watch you die! the pain; took a sudden toll over me;
they tried so hard to shelter me from the truth;
but who were they kidding?; i was the other half of you!;
my mom tried to get through to me; i've even seeked therapy; i miss you; you were my hope; belife; joy; && heart;
i wish i could dance with you; talk to you; lay with you; eat with you; say i love you; && just do everything one last time;
if you looking over my shoulder reading this just as i am i just want you to know
happy birthday in heaven for the 6th year in a row......
Love you Joesph L. Thomas even after death due us part
By: Jo-zetta 'Jozy' Bentley
about six years ago you were still here;
i was able to hold conversations with you && never had to fear;
through all my bad times you caught every tear;
you told me to be strong your dad is right here;
but what happen to i'll never leave you cause now your gone;
i thought you were strong; you could offought that disease;
but instead you let it win;
since when were you weak? i never understood this!;
was you keeping it a secrete?; or just ashamed to tell me?;
i don't want to believe that but dad you were my everything;
important like oxygen or even pollen to the bee's;
it was hard to watch you die! the pain; took a sudden toll over me;
they tried so hard to shelter me from the truth;
but who were they kidding?; i was the other half of you!;
my mom tried to get through to me; i've even seeked therapy; i miss you; you were my hope; belife; joy; && heart;
i wish i could dance with you; talk to you; lay with you; eat with you; say i love you; && just do everything one last time;
if you looking over my shoulder reading this just as i am i just want you to know
happy birthday in heaven for the 6th year in a row......
Love you Joesph L. Thomas even after death due us part
By: Jo-zetta 'Jozy' Bentley
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I only want 1 of 3
I only wanted of three things....
for five years now we played this game,
The game of lust lies and jealousy
For five years now we made love
The love that can only be imagened in dreams
For five years now we argued && faught every waking moment
We argued && faught about situtations that were borderline not important
For five years now we act as if we were atom bombs joint together by a electric charges
For five years i've watched our relationship grow && die that hit me the hardest
Like the sun disaperance with the sky when a tornado forms clashing with whats beneath it trying to escape to the nearest passage
For five years this is how my heart felt!
For five years i bound myself
For five years i disrespected myself
Why!
Cause i was willing to commit myself to a unforgetable long life of lies and sladders of disgression!!!!....
For five years i asked of nothing of you
Yeah i might of asked you to commit simple things like a ride here and there or medician for when i was sick
But for five years all i ever wantted were all if not one of these three things....
All i wanted was love respect and for you to acknoweldge i exsist
for five years now we played this game,
The game of lust lies and jealousy
For five years now we made love
The love that can only be imagened in dreams
For five years now we argued && faught every waking moment
We argued && faught about situtations that were borderline not important
For five years now we act as if we were atom bombs joint together by a electric charges
For five years i've watched our relationship grow && die that hit me the hardest
Like the sun disaperance with the sky when a tornado forms clashing with whats beneath it trying to escape to the nearest passage
For five years this is how my heart felt!
For five years i bound myself
For five years i disrespected myself
Why!
Cause i was willing to commit myself to a unforgetable long life of lies and sladders of disgression!!!!....
For five years i asked of nothing of you
Yeah i might of asked you to commit simple things like a ride here and there or medician for when i was sick
But for five years all i ever wantted were all if not one of these three things....
All i wanted was love respect and for you to acknoweldge i exsist
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I was wrong
I called you 5times one night....
No answer
First thing i thought was maybe something happen
It felt as if a bulldoser just sweapt through a lot hit every brik with a piece of my life written on it
as i watched each brik crumble i noticed the signs
the ones that pointed out warning under construction
or danger ahead
and oh hazirduse
you see every sign recalled a memory like the one when we first met
to the last conversation we had
leaving crumbs behind as if i was just a little ant following you
why the fuck you couldn't say it from the beginning
I dont wanna be with you;
I would of settle for hey can we fuck
But no you decided to lead me on
as if i were new to the game
i dont know how you figured that when every time we spoke i told you (fill in)
instead of saying you care && you really like you should of said hey your cool can you lend me some benefits
or instead i wish i coulds && um i dont wanna be the cause of your pain type shyt
i would of accepted yeah im about to go get my dick sucked by this chick call you when im done
no hun im sorry but im not stupid
i know the bullshyt lies guys tell
like oh i want your voice to be the last i hear before i got to sleep or oh im tiered but 5min later your on twitter tweeting watching tv
these are just cover ups for i just got in from chilling with this girl && last minute reminder oh shyt i told her i'll call her back or you just didnt wanna be rude texting other chicks in my ear
ha!
You must not know i use to be you
the player type
The running around refering to them as lady or guy
So you wont slep up && say the wrong name
You thought i didnt know this
well i did && i do
so how could i be hurt right
how could i allow your lies to cut deeper into my heart && mind
leaving no marks so i could look like the bad one if i told people why
its because i thought you were differnt
I believed you in the beginning
Open my heart up to you so you could swim in my thoughts more than a hooker on canal ever saw
I actually liked you
i thought were different
I believed every word you ever said taking your kindness into consideration while trying to figure ways to express my inner feelings
wait i remember now
What you said that night when i hand wrapped a arrow inscripted with the words i really like you
In return i got a piece of paper but not any paper a reciept a fucking reciept with dont like me too much written on the back
wtf was i not worth verbal contact???
no dont answer that
Because after this poem my likes of you will be behind me
like time that you can never get back even though the same numbers reappear 12hours at time
i enjoyed what fun we had
But i refuse to allow another man destroy what little happines i had all because i thought they were different
No answer
First thing i thought was maybe something happen
It felt as if a bulldoser just sweapt through a lot hit every brik with a piece of my life written on it
as i watched each brik crumble i noticed the signs
the ones that pointed out warning under construction
or danger ahead
and oh hazirduse
you see every sign recalled a memory like the one when we first met
to the last conversation we had
leaving crumbs behind as if i was just a little ant following you
why the fuck you couldn't say it from the beginning
I dont wanna be with you;
I would of settle for hey can we fuck
But no you decided to lead me on
as if i were new to the game
i dont know how you figured that when every time we spoke i told you (fill in)
instead of saying you care && you really like you should of said hey your cool can you lend me some benefits
or instead i wish i coulds && um i dont wanna be the cause of your pain type shyt
i would of accepted yeah im about to go get my dick sucked by this chick call you when im done
no hun im sorry but im not stupid
i know the bullshyt lies guys tell
like oh i want your voice to be the last i hear before i got to sleep or oh im tiered but 5min later your on twitter tweeting watching tv
these are just cover ups for i just got in from chilling with this girl && last minute reminder oh shyt i told her i'll call her back or you just didnt wanna be rude texting other chicks in my ear
ha!
You must not know i use to be you
the player type
The running around refering to them as lady or guy
So you wont slep up && say the wrong name
You thought i didnt know this
well i did && i do
so how could i be hurt right
how could i allow your lies to cut deeper into my heart && mind
leaving no marks so i could look like the bad one if i told people why
its because i thought you were differnt
I believed you in the beginning
Open my heart up to you so you could swim in my thoughts more than a hooker on canal ever saw
I actually liked you
i thought were different
I believed every word you ever said taking your kindness into consideration while trying to figure ways to express my inner feelings
wait i remember now
What you said that night when i hand wrapped a arrow inscripted with the words i really like you
In return i got a piece of paper but not any paper a reciept a fucking reciept with dont like me too much written on the back
wtf was i not worth verbal contact???
no dont answer that
Because after this poem my likes of you will be behind me
like time that you can never get back even though the same numbers reappear 12hours at time
i enjoyed what fun we had
But i refuse to allow another man destroy what little happines i had all because i thought they were different
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left hoping
Street lights seem to capture my deepest desired intuwition
Graffitt imatates fragments of my life; one has to be creative
when left with nothing chemistry forms equations only less than intellegance can foresee solutions to
be alone in a city full of lights resembles summer time black outs never know when something will hand you the fright
being fear which is owned by every city migrator
climbing these whicked pole hands begin to ache plates crackling down to the barls skin flappin like weight on a struggler
Twisted faith i have staying in a hotel with strangers trusting integraty to dislocate my dreams from reality like a sprained fingure
only able to image darken lover accompained by my shallow self whom i no longer rest kisses of death on for emotional pleasure
Just let tornados form crashing head on destroying every street light ever manufatured ecept one
the one he left me stranded on hoping
Graffitt imatates fragments of my life; one has to be creative
when left with nothing chemistry forms equations only less than intellegance can foresee solutions to
be alone in a city full of lights resembles summer time black outs never know when something will hand you the fright
being fear which is owned by every city migrator
climbing these whicked pole hands begin to ache plates crackling down to the barls skin flappin like weight on a struggler
Twisted faith i have staying in a hotel with strangers trusting integraty to dislocate my dreams from reality like a sprained fingure
only able to image darken lover accompained by my shallow self whom i no longer rest kisses of death on for emotional pleasure
Just let tornados form crashing head on destroying every street light ever manufatured ecept one
the one he left me stranded on hoping
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love at first sight
When i first met you
It was love at first sight
Out of the million i came across
You put that twinkel in my eye
I was amazed at your shape
I love how you were curved like a model
You reminded me of how i use to pop bottles && i use to drown them
From the body to the neck everything was fat
It made it tempting to grip
The noise you make when i touch you is something i could live with
Even if the neighbors complain....
Tou never mind when i touch you in pleasurable ways
So i do it every chance i can....
Every second we're apart your hourly on my mind;
I just hope you never leave my side...
Your like my heart;
&& Without that what could i do
I know there will be plenty after you;
But i'll never forget you or push you to the side for them.....
No matter what i will always love my first guitar my friend =D
It was love at first sight
Out of the million i came across
You put that twinkel in my eye
I was amazed at your shape
I love how you were curved like a model
You reminded me of how i use to pop bottles && i use to drown them
From the body to the neck everything was fat
It made it tempting to grip
The noise you make when i touch you is something i could live with
Even if the neighbors complain....
Tou never mind when i touch you in pleasurable ways
So i do it every chance i can....
Every second we're apart your hourly on my mind;
I just hope you never leave my side...
Your like my heart;
&& Without that what could i do
I know there will be plenty after you;
But i'll never forget you or push you to the side for them.....
No matter what i will always love my first guitar my friend =D
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relationships
Life guard name is rebound
Relationships are like pools of water we try and jump into...there are 2 ways to take on the cold that would soon hit you....first you can dip your feet in and out testing the waters that would later consume you for hours at a time or you could just dive right in taking on over whelming feelings that would quickly turn into "damn why did i date that bitch or omg i should of never slept with him"......if you choose to dip your feet in by playing tag with the coldest you would be giving yourself time to adjust.....dicovering things about the water nobody else does but diving in you go straight to the bottom sinking past all the others who took there time calming the waters and now you have to give and take trying your hardest to resurface....staying afloat is the hardest.....by walking down the steps by the near by raling over but the that says 3 && a half feet your able to feel and see whats beneath having no worries at all until you apporch the sign that say 6ft and vision of the floor disappear while your feet fill the dip && you question yourself do i really wanna take this challenge and go beyond here........as if you were to dive in of course you would a went to the deepest side leaping in the air as fear leaves your side && your body hits the shallow water causing a rush unexplainable seeing and feeling all the things that would quickly change your mind about ever doing it again....but see me i like to test my waters by playing tag walking til my feet feel that dip then i choose to slightly dive and swim....taking on what ever hits but staying close to the surface.....never go to deep because sometimes you'll get stuck to an anquor and die trying to set yourself free....you see me i test my waters and wear a life vest.....because i'll be damn'd if rebound be my help
Relationships are like pools of water we try and jump into...there are 2 ways to take on the cold that would soon hit you....first you can dip your feet in and out testing the waters that would later consume you for hours at a time or you could just dive right in taking on over whelming feelings that would quickly turn into "damn why did i date that bitch or omg i should of never slept with him"......if you choose to dip your feet in by playing tag with the coldest you would be giving yourself time to adjust.....dicovering things about the water nobody else does but diving in you go straight to the bottom sinking past all the others who took there time calming the waters and now you have to give and take trying your hardest to resurface....staying afloat is the hardest.....by walking down the steps by the near by raling over but the that says 3 && a half feet your able to feel and see whats beneath having no worries at all until you apporch the sign that say 6ft and vision of the floor disappear while your feet fill the dip && you question yourself do i really wanna take this challenge and go beyond here........as if you were to dive in of course you would a went to the deepest side leaping in the air as fear leaves your side && your body hits the shallow water causing a rush unexplainable seeing and feeling all the things that would quickly change your mind about ever doing it again....but see me i like to test my waters by playing tag walking til my feet feel that dip then i choose to slightly dive and swim....taking on what ever hits but staying close to the surface.....never go to deep because sometimes you'll get stuck to an anquor and die trying to set yourself free....you see me i test my waters and wear a life vest.....because i'll be damn'd if rebound be my help
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sentence flow
Acid drips on the cranium that holds inexplicit developed thoughts that
Biyearly form in formation tactics on its own
Cause my pride stands alone....
Darkness that daily tries to corrupt my soul......
Emotions I with hold eat me alive till i explode....
Fear and the mysterious battle we constantly fight
Gradually taking speed to acknowledge the existence
Honestly murdering the cons that
I seem to have raping general knowledge from my brain of confidence
Just to satify my friend insane that keeps
Knocking down the walls that prevent my freedom
Loving pain obsessively
Motivating hate to relate to rehab for a sense of peace
Not knowing if
Obsticals will disappear after my life change
Purposely wrecking the silence of the lambs
Quitting every second I can....!
Reconstructing my mind for a better chance
Savagely sneaking words through time
Trying to influence better vocabulary instead of
Unifying products that
Viciously awaits me
Wrapped around my finger everyday
Biyearly form in formation tactics on its own
Cause my pride stands alone....
Darkness that daily tries to corrupt my soul......
Emotions I with hold eat me alive till i explode....
Fear and the mysterious battle we constantly fight
Gradually taking speed to acknowledge the existence
Honestly murdering the cons that
I seem to have raping general knowledge from my brain of confidence
Just to satify my friend insane that keeps
Knocking down the walls that prevent my freedom
Loving pain obsessively
Motivating hate to relate to rehab for a sense of peace
Not knowing if
Obsticals will disappear after my life change
Purposely wrecking the silence of the lambs
Quitting every second I can....!
Reconstructing my mind for a better chance
Savagely sneaking words through time
Trying to influence better vocabulary instead of
Unifying products that
Viciously awaits me
Wrapped around my finger everyday
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stop
You were a car driving 80mph going head on with a 18 wheeler causing the car to do flips && turns 5miles across the highway...i was 15 when feelings hit me that way......now 6 years later you expecting it to be the same like a 8 pack of crayola crayons the colors never change but guess what i'm not a crayon trapped in a box && niether is my life.....trying to color igames you only dream about seeing well wake up this is reality i'm witnessing not dreaming....your hands laid against my skin as if it were apart of me.....erased my line of trust you forsaken me....using all the colors in my box only leaving shards of blue && green but never touching the black one how could this be? Thoughts of you evade my brain like cracks in the sea you think just because you took my viginity you own apart of me well im sorry you dont this pussy belongs to me....just like the pack of crayons i brought....every color && the box is mine....if you must you can only use one crayola; not keep! the rest are mine
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history part 3
They highlight our history books with people like rosa parks fredrick douglass martin luther king and all white presidents
Minipulating our knoweldge as if the blood in our viens feared the back lashes while force feeding us spoons of gold so we can try and forget that those famous people weren't the first
treating those of color like the dirt in their gardens of cotton fields picking their road to death in silence
Back then their were no options cause if tried you had to been forgotten
beating to a bloody pulp left hanging by the same ropes he made you make and tie with your own hands
Today one is able to discriminat every aspect of nature without concequises physically fallen apon them
talking back without having to worry about white lights with blood colds condoning them
Damn has times changed
or is it just we've been blinded by admendments && treaties forcing one to believe they're free
cause the way i see it
we're tied by our necks but leveld with the ground at the same time able to walk but only go but so far by miles
Some believe that because we are free cigragation won't be found in Lunch rooms
i see striaght through them
asians hispanics blacks latinos
Grouped together by the languages they're caught speaking
emos goths jokes barbies and just wirdos
we find ourselves communicating with those only of the same intrest
Asking myself constantly why arent we free yet
from judgment of such by political government guidence
fighting for better pay housing and life styles
We were taught to believe that a white man discovered a colored mans' dream
Forced to foget the roots of where humanization first started
Pangia
Journy's across the boarders our mothers and fathers delivered life to this earth
The Gift of present childern slowely killing what our ancestors once faught for
Like the blood that pumps through our bodies we are intwined importance
Like Knowing which way the earth turns decoding a lot about our people
knowing why freedom writers and public speakers are considered a discrase to their democracy
It's Because we decide to Fight for what we believe, knowing the truth about govenment secrets to hide what once (defined) a human being
Today!!
They highlight our history books with those before us but never mention how todays world is the same as theirs
Minipulating our knoweldge as if the blood in our viens feared the back lashes while force feeding us spoons of gold so we can try and forget that those famous people weren't the first
treating those of color like the dirt in their gardens of cotton fields picking their road to death in silence
Back then their were no options cause if tried you had to been forgotten
beating to a bloody pulp left hanging by the same ropes he made you make and tie with your own hands
Today one is able to discriminat every aspect of nature without concequises physically fallen apon them
talking back without having to worry about white lights with blood colds condoning them
Damn has times changed
or is it just we've been blinded by admendments && treaties forcing one to believe they're free
cause the way i see it
we're tied by our necks but leveld with the ground at the same time able to walk but only go but so far by miles
Some believe that because we are free cigragation won't be found in Lunch rooms
i see striaght through them
asians hispanics blacks latinos
Grouped together by the languages they're caught speaking
emos goths jokes barbies and just wirdos
we find ourselves communicating with those only of the same intrest
Asking myself constantly why arent we free yet
from judgment of such by political government guidence
fighting for better pay housing and life styles
We were taught to believe that a white man discovered a colored mans' dream
Forced to foget the roots of where humanization first started
Pangia
Journy's across the boarders our mothers and fathers delivered life to this earth
The Gift of present childern slowely killing what our ancestors once faught for
Like the blood that pumps through our bodies we are intwined importance
Like Knowing which way the earth turns decoding a lot about our people
knowing why freedom writers and public speakers are considered a discrase to their democracy
It's Because we decide to Fight for what we believe, knowing the truth about govenment secrets to hide what once (defined) a human being
Today!!
They highlight our history books with those before us but never mention how todays world is the same as theirs
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wyme
Wyme
A wise man once said take care of yourself....
When Surrounded by darkness one must search for the light and not be consumed by the night....
A empty mind equals a empty soul.....
Self glory is before any ones first good impression and pride....
Time is as silent as one inner self….
A wise man once said from dawn until dust….
The color of a sunrise can only lift your mind to envision the only images about the day....
At sunsets one mind is sometimes dragged into a field of mellow harmonies...
Like a bird chirp; early in the morning your voice is the most beautiful thing to hear....
A wise man once said don't let nobody change you cause if you do they control you…..
Like a field full of flowers in a forest your life is diligent....
Presence of unordinary people are better than those distinguished as normal.....
Patience is a virtue some can no longer.....
Like the mind intoxicated with acid that was once sewn by our parents….
Before discrimination and till this day we fight for peace within ourselves as well as others....
A wise man once said you can do it..
A wise man once said take care of yourself....
When Surrounded by darkness one must search for the light and not be consumed by the night....
A empty mind equals a empty soul.....
Self glory is before any ones first good impression and pride....
Time is as silent as one inner self….
A wise man once said from dawn until dust….
The color of a sunrise can only lift your mind to envision the only images about the day....
At sunsets one mind is sometimes dragged into a field of mellow harmonies...
Like a bird chirp; early in the morning your voice is the most beautiful thing to hear....
A wise man once said don't let nobody change you cause if you do they control you…..
Like a field full of flowers in a forest your life is diligent....
Presence of unordinary people are better than those distinguished as normal.....
Patience is a virtue some can no longer.....
Like the mind intoxicated with acid that was once sewn by our parents….
Before discrimination and till this day we fight for peace within ourselves as well as others....
A wise man once said you can do it..
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workshop shyt part1
Driving
cursing
smoking
Medication
drinking
facebooking
morning rutiane
9-5
Please forgive me
From when i fist wake up to when i go to sleep
my mouth is that that of a pirate, captain, or just an angry tense non-sexaohlic
Reaching beyond calmness to straint blunt ignorance
Curse words seem to form cacoons around my vocabulary leaving only those with bad meaning visable
it starts when i trip over baby toys on my way to the bathroom
Then proceds to bus rides when the driver wants to drive insanly making me spill what ever it is im drinking on me
next is the anoying professor that skips over your hand of praticipation causing words of foulness to rest under your lip
father for give me
for every send after that reminds me of the fact everyone isnt perfect
walking amungst people on the street getting bumbed shoved or stepped on along the way
So to avoid hitting them you pop a chill pill && start facebooking
While Heading to a nine to five one starts to think
About the actions proceeding this
like taking sips of blue moon on a rummy day knowing that those whom watched me call this a religous sin
father please forgive for being what you made me perfect not but intellegent
Father please for give my perfect sins
cursing
smoking
Medication
drinking
facebooking
morning rutiane
9-5
Please forgive me
From when i fist wake up to when i go to sleep
my mouth is that that of a pirate, captain, or just an angry tense non-sexaohlic
Reaching beyond calmness to straint blunt ignorance
Curse words seem to form cacoons around my vocabulary leaving only those with bad meaning visable
it starts when i trip over baby toys on my way to the bathroom
Then proceds to bus rides when the driver wants to drive insanly making me spill what ever it is im drinking on me
next is the anoying professor that skips over your hand of praticipation causing words of foulness to rest under your lip
father for give me
for every send after that reminds me of the fact everyone isnt perfect
walking amungst people on the street getting bumbed shoved or stepped on along the way
So to avoid hitting them you pop a chill pill && start facebooking
While Heading to a nine to five one starts to think
About the actions proceeding this
like taking sips of blue moon on a rummy day knowing that those whom watched me call this a religous sin
father please forgive for being what you made me perfect not but intellegent
Father please for give my perfect sins
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Would you catch me if i fall
You!
You walked in my life through a path perfectly layered with happiness picking berries off the vines of kindness
It all seemed just right then
Creaters of protection allowed you pass through with open hands && bodily fluids
Never once trying to stop this
Got me feeling like a aracki strapped with bombs ready to blow myself upbfor ahla
Cause u know christians don't do a shyt for their god
No offense but the crubs u left behind on my road of unique completion are disappearing
Having me second guess your anotitance
Little Voice in my had saying don't do it but i still allow you to travel amungst me
Hesitation with every step taking after the first
Watching you through this two sided mirror saying
"This guy just dont get the picture"
Trying to avoid cupids arrow
You reach the gates to my presence
Between us is a hole dug by my own filled with enough negativty that could build charges
The only way to you is if i jump it
Which i do
But i slip into the pit hangging on with one hand
You just stand their
Me dangling screaming trying to hold on and avoid falling to the bottom where rest broken dreams
But you stood their and watch me
Now my question is will help me
You walked in my life through a path perfectly layered with happiness picking berries off the vines of kindness
It all seemed just right then
Creaters of protection allowed you pass through with open hands && bodily fluids
Never once trying to stop this
Got me feeling like a aracki strapped with bombs ready to blow myself upbfor ahla
Cause u know christians don't do a shyt for their god
No offense but the crubs u left behind on my road of unique completion are disappearing
Having me second guess your anotitance
Little Voice in my had saying don't do it but i still allow you to travel amungst me
Hesitation with every step taking after the first
Watching you through this two sided mirror saying
"This guy just dont get the picture"
Trying to avoid cupids arrow
You reach the gates to my presence
Between us is a hole dug by my own filled with enough negativty that could build charges
The only way to you is if i jump it
Which i do
But i slip into the pit hangging on with one hand
You just stand their
Me dangling screaming trying to hold on and avoid falling to the bottom where rest broken dreams
But you stood their and watch me
Now my question is will help me
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6/30 "Confused "
At age 2 I myself knew that life was confusing
Growing up to experience difficult changes due to sexuality
Restricted from activities because I didn't own a penis like billy Jacob mom did
Tortured by siblings resulting in my 4year tomboyish look
Becoming accepted by all the boys that did nothing but ride bikes dangerously back && fourth from their house to the 5mile quick check right outside the complex && occasionally ate worms
Yes I was one of them
Now the first time was kind of disgusting
Just imagine a slimy yucky scum slithering down your esophgus while hearing your brother && sister voice say its going to lay eggs in your stomach
So you vomit
The 2nd time && times after that you get use to it...
Begin blocking out the circular images && metallic voices of discomfort
All the while believing that eggs will lie in your stomach
In-between intestines of warmth
Till they hatch
Releasing foul orders of creativity && manure
Sprouting insecurity within myself throughout my eyes
feeding off my intentioned personality
Leading to my adolance years of confusion
questioning why
Girls could play with the guys but guys couldnt associate with the girls cause if did considered gay or strange
or
Why boys could wear bagging jeans that hang from their knees
&& girls pants had to be camal toe tight
i perfer mine skinny && slim with a little room on the bumb
but because of that one could usually find themselve refered to as a dike
why?
im confused
back then all we ever worried about were things like circle circle dot dot now i got my cootie shots
boys pulling our hair or them running from our mother like smooches
wait who remeber love taps?
The future turned what was life into dreams
kids playing with knives
Starting fires && getting burnt
guys liking guys girls liking guys
Or girls
This is the today world
leaving imprints on generations as if we never had it good
even when it was bad our child like imaginations took us to destinations where we could stay in a childs place
Isnt that what our parents said
looking back i realize that every advice giving were like lemonade stands on hot summer day
with a purpose
quinching our thirstest with cocern love && happiness
Bad moments being only those of scrapped knees or wonders of our pets constant sleep that seemed to last forever under a particular tree
im confused
trying to perfectly put together a puzzle of missing pieces then glue it together just so it could stay in place then frame it
looking hard enough you could tell some were forced into place
Each box opened has a broken seal with
lost inaccurate pieaces of kids dreams && determinataion leaving one overwhelmed with confusion
forget the glue sticks
why does it have to be like this
Why cant we just got back to our 4year old images where all we worried about were
jumping rope in the school yard
riding bikes
Writting secret notes to the boys
or boys acting all big bad because they like us
gathering on top of the hill to watch the sun set
Because once them street lights were on you knew your ass had to be in the house then
or even if we can just stop time for one moment
&& place it where life could of prevented confusion
i just want to be my expected 4year old image
Growing up to experience difficult changes due to sexuality
Restricted from activities because I didn't own a penis like billy Jacob mom did
Tortured by siblings resulting in my 4year tomboyish look
Becoming accepted by all the boys that did nothing but ride bikes dangerously back && fourth from their house to the 5mile quick check right outside the complex && occasionally ate worms
Yes I was one of them
Now the first time was kind of disgusting
Just imagine a slimy yucky scum slithering down your esophgus while hearing your brother && sister voice say its going to lay eggs in your stomach
So you vomit
The 2nd time && times after that you get use to it...
Begin blocking out the circular images && metallic voices of discomfort
All the while believing that eggs will lie in your stomach
In-between intestines of warmth
Till they hatch
Releasing foul orders of creativity && manure
Sprouting insecurity within myself throughout my eyes
feeding off my intentioned personality
Leading to my adolance years of confusion
questioning why
Girls could play with the guys but guys couldnt associate with the girls cause if did considered gay or strange
or
Why boys could wear bagging jeans that hang from their knees
&& girls pants had to be camal toe tight
i perfer mine skinny && slim with a little room on the bumb
but because of that one could usually find themselve refered to as a dike
why?
im confused
back then all we ever worried about were things like circle circle dot dot now i got my cootie shots
boys pulling our hair or them running from our mother like smooches
wait who remeber love taps?
The future turned what was life into dreams
kids playing with knives
Starting fires && getting burnt
guys liking guys girls liking guys
Or girls
This is the today world
leaving imprints on generations as if we never had it good
even when it was bad our child like imaginations took us to destinations where we could stay in a childs place
Isnt that what our parents said
looking back i realize that every advice giving were like lemonade stands on hot summer day
with a purpose
quinching our thirstest with cocern love && happiness
Bad moments being only those of scrapped knees or wonders of our pets constant sleep that seemed to last forever under a particular tree
im confused
trying to perfectly put together a puzzle of missing pieces then glue it together just so it could stay in place then frame it
looking hard enough you could tell some were forced into place
Each box opened has a broken seal with
lost inaccurate pieaces of kids dreams && determinataion leaving one overwhelmed with confusion
forget the glue sticks
why does it have to be like this
Why cant we just got back to our 4year old images where all we worried about were
jumping rope in the school yard
riding bikes
Writting secret notes to the boys
or boys acting all big bad because they like us
gathering on top of the hill to watch the sun set
Because once them street lights were on you knew your ass had to be in the house then
or even if we can just stop time for one moment
&& place it where life could of prevented confusion
i just want to be my expected 4year old image
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