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Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Rasta girl "after saraeve after jon sands after angel nafis"
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
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
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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