tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-181400102024-03-07T16:29:08.334-05:00145 SlamFamMiddle/high school, and college aged poets whose poetry was born in the Bronx, NY, USA. These are our assembled voices, thoughts, feelings, secrets, memories and visions. We’ve discussed with dignitaries; competed with collegiates; we’re a stew of cultures; a quilt of heritages, and we come in many shades, shapes and sizes. We are now, and we are poised and ready to rock this tiny world. What you experience here is ours; visceral and aggressive, inquisitive and passive, and always true.poet145http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659325568330102827noreply@blogger.comBlogger233125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18140010.post-92231233213959014662012-03-15T16:25:00.002-04:002012-03-15T16:29:36.505-04:00Hey Stranger<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:officedocumentsettings> <o:allowpng/> </o:OfficeDocumentSettings> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:trackmoves>false</w:TrackMoves> <w:trackformatting/> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:drawinggridhorizontalspacing>18 pt</w:DrawingGridHorizontalSpacing> <w:drawinggridverticalspacing>18 pt</w:DrawingGridVerticalSpacing> <w:displayhorizontaldrawinggridevery>0</w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery> <w:displayverticaldrawinggridevery>0</w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> <w:dontautofitconstrainedtables/> <w:dontvertalignintxbx/> </w:Compatibility> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="276"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--> <!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";} </style> <![endif]--> <!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"></p><div><span><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span>I think I know why I like traveling long distances now</span></span></div><div><span><span>and thought you’d like to know. </span></span></div><div><span><span>I feel like I’m on my own </span></span></div><div><span><span>escaping all the problems I have. </span></span></div><div><span><span>The left window seat on this bus </span></span></div><div><span><span>With the view of the sun slowly sinking – </span></span></div><div><span><span> I’ve always loved sunsets in the summer – </span></span></div><div><span><span> f</span></span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">ills my heart and mind with hope.</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "></span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">These are the times that I catch myself in thought,</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "></span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">guided by the music coming from my phone </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; ">and </span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">slipping into my ears through my headphones.</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "></span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">Escaping one problem now leaves me with another concern.</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "></span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">I’m dead to her now.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "></span><span style="font-size: 100%; "></span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">It has to be something other than the language barrier.</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "></span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">For every word that gets misconstrued, </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">my heart twists into a knot</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">and </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; ">she suddenly becomes the victim.</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "></span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">She takes me to my favorite place. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; ">And there, </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; ">alone</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "></span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">I think of ways my life could be better </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; ">and</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">what I could do to change things.</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "></span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">For me to say I need time for myself </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">is the biggest slap in the face</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">anyone could ever give </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; ">her.</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">That I seem to be her enemy is all she will ever know.</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "></span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">But the one thing I need is an extra ear and I can’t seem to find one.</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "></span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">The umbilical cord that once held us together was never truly</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "></span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">One,</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "></span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">but she is guilty of getting rid of any trace that might’ve been left behind.</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "></span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">No one to understand, so no one to listen.</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "></span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">So I say bye to you Mom, and hi to you stranger.</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span></div><div><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <!--EndFragment--></div>Dalisbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08029199319800368926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18140010.post-72696589304460724892012-03-15T16:15:00.003-04:002012-03-15T16:30:14.320-04:00Journey to Nowhere<div><span style="font-size: 100%; ">The lights</span></div><div><span><span> from the distance </span></span></div><div><span><span>only seen in the dark </span></span></div><div><span><span>illuminated </span></span></div><div><span><span>it seems </span></span></div><div><span><span>by memories of the mind that </span></span></div><div><span><span>wanders </span></span></div><div><span><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span>Helplessly. </span></span></div><div><span><span>So I wonder </span></span></div><div><span><span>while I sit there</span></span></div><div><span><span> why I feel so at peace </span></span></div><div><span><span>with my feet in tact </span></span></div><div><span><span>but each footstep leading to another. </span></span></div><div><span><span>Yet, I stand still. </span></span></div><div><span><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span>I look to the West </span></span></div><div><span><span> where the day lays to rest. </span></span></div><div><span><span>Oh how I find </span></span></div><div><span><span> solace in the memories </span></span></div><div><span><span>that have carried me </span></span></div><div><span><span> to the place </span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; ">I am now</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "></span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">When they decide to look, </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">I’ll already be looking</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "></span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">straight ahead</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "></span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">to the lights all</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "></span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">scattered.</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "></span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">That little red </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">light is the place</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "></span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">where the darkness </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">only I know</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "></span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">remains hidden.</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "></span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">A secret. </span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "></span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">That little blue, </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">a little to the right,</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "></span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">light is the place</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "></span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">that changed my life.</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "></span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">It sent me on a ride</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "></span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">West, to escape heartache,</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "></span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">and a little </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">South, </span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">to escape the blood in me.</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "></span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">Although the route at first</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "></span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">I needed to stop</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "></span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">unsure</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "></span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">if I took the wrong road.</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "></span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">That little green,</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "></span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">the one they call </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">GO,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">light is the place</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "></span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">I next called home.</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "></span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">I grew a new mind</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "></span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">and let others possess the old one.</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "></span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">I was reborn the red salamander</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "></span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">like the myth</span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; ">out of fire.</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; ">Rebellion took hold of </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">my mind,</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "></span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">my heart,</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "></span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">curled around it and protected it</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "></span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">from harm.</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "></span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">I remember them</span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; ">My feet still intact.</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "></span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">My mind now weary</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "></span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">of thinking, </span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">and still </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; ">no answer to</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "></span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">that little yellow light.</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "></span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">And all I am left with,</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "></span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">the only thing I know, </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">the lights are my trigger</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "></span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">and the lights are my pull.</span></div>Dalisbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08029199319800368926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18140010.post-56982032374849206152012-03-15T16:06:00.002-04:002012-03-15T16:15:05.717-04:00The Thought of Poetry<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:officedocumentsettings> <o:allowpng/> </o:OfficeDocumentSettings> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:trackmoves>false</w:TrackMoves> <w:trackformatting/> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:drawinggridhorizontalspacing>18 pt</w:DrawingGridHorizontalSpacing> <w:drawinggridverticalspacing>18 pt</w:DrawingGridVerticalSpacing> <w:displayhorizontaldrawinggridevery>0</w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery> <w:displayverticaldrawinggridevery>0</w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> <w:dontautofitconstrainedtables/> <w:dontvertalignintxbx/> </w:Compatibility> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="276"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--> <!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";} </style> <![endif]--> <!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span ></span></p><span><span>All you need: </span></span><div><span><span>One </span></span></div><div><span><span>Simple </span></span></div><div><span><span>Thought </span></span></div><div><span><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span>Pour it from your mind,</span></span></div><div><span><span>Feed it to the pen – </span></span></div><div><span><span>Ready to write? </span></span></div><div><span><span>No, not yet. </span></span></div><div><span><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span> Filling its files with imagery and </span></span></div><div><span><span>squeezing the metaphors out of life - </span></span></div><div><span><span> Imagine that. </span></span></div><div><span><span>Personifying the perfect and </span></span></div><div><span><span> imperfect into a persona. </span></span></div><div><span><span>Mixing memories of red and </span></span></div><div><span><span>dreams of blue</span></span></div><div><span><span>to construe </span></span></div><div><span><span>the fact that </span></span></div><div><span><span>I knew </span></span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">you</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span></div><div><span><span>is now </span></span></div><div><span><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span>Black ink </span></span></div><div><span><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span>Carrying the bittersweet baggage</span></span></div><div><span><span>called Blues. </span></span></div><div><span><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span> Glide it through the point </span></span></div><div><span><span>but the point is poetry - </span></span></div><div><span><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span>to bleed from the mind and </span></span></div><div><span><span> be stained with words.</span></span></div><div><span><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span>All you need - the thought of poetry.</span></span><p class="MsoNormal"><span ></span></p> <!--EndFragment--></div>Dalisbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08029199319800368926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18140010.post-24039597787546703002012-03-15T00:30:00.001-04:002012-03-15T16:05:45.721-04:00No Other WayFebruary 15, 2010<br /><br />I told myself I wouldn't write anymore.<br />I thought that if I stopped writing I'd be able to put everything behind me.<br />Guess I've become an expert at subconsciously lying.<br />I just can't seem to figure out where the hell I went wrong.<br /><br />There used to be a time when things seemed to be getting better,<br />seemed a little brighter.<br />That was a couple months ago when I made another "best attempt" at forgetting It.<br />And..it seemed to work.<br />Things looked especially better when I thought life had given me another lemon since<br />I messed up the first batch.<br />Life gave me a lime and tricked me instead.<br /><br />The realization had been more clearer than before.<br /><br />Amidst the snow about a week ago,<br />I don't know how it happened to me, but the memory was brought alive again, and with every breeze brushing against my face...<br />I felt that night permeate through my very being, swallowing me with familiarity;<br />But then..and now, I wish It never had.<br />I felt engulfed by fear and possessed by anger - my enemies who had been let out of Pandora's Box yet again and the ones I've tried so hard to suppress for several years.<br /><br />Here it was, this new chance, giving me everything it had to offer! I couldn't help but feel like an insult wrapped around its insufficient embrace.<br />I was pathetic. I couldn't even tell it the truth.<br />Instead, I avoided its unknowing gaze.<br />As soon as those eyes miraculously unglued themselves from me, I boarded the train.<br />The sudden encounter with my old acquaintance disconcerted me.<br />I couldn't believe how well I retraced the steps back to It.<br /><br />Ever since then, I've been allowing my mind to formulate an illusion with the foundation from my deepest desire for It.<br />So as much as I wanted to write, as much as I wanted to resist defeat..<br />I would not, could not, bring my pen to trace the words that would suggest my vulnerability.<br />The words that would suggest that I still knew the sound of a stammer or two.<br />That I still wish for a closeness to It that used to raise my temperature to a degree I never knew before and I can't seem to find another that's able to do the same.<br /><br />I remember those feelings.<br />The ones that overcame me with an instant worry followed by an involuntary tear that fell onto the same concrete ground It did.<br />At that moment, I fell. I fell out of the state of denial.<br />I didn't want to believe that a feeling like this could take hold so soon.<br /><br />February 23, 2010<br /><br />I can't sleep tonight.<br />This is one of those nights when I lay in bed trying to sort it all out.<br />That is until I think about it for so long that I end up falling asleep in mid thought.<br />And each night had been the same - without any progress.<br />I'm up at 4:45 in the morning jotting down the secret<br />I hoped I'd say, but figured it was best not to or was too much of a coward to say.<br />And all because my senses have betrayed me.<br /><br />My sense of sight has been constantly forming the figure I wish to see.<br />My sense of hearing vies to listen to the name I know to be uttered by only one person.<br />My sense of touch wants a reminder of how well I used to feel by your side.<br />My sense of taste desires to savor the lips I know can melt mine.<br /><br />But now all I can think about is the opportunity to at least see him again.<br />Sometimes I wish I could be as strong as everybody says I am, but the truth<br />is ------Dalisbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08029199319800368926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18140010.post-10502591235887268182011-12-28T19:23:00.002-05:002011-12-28T19:26:52.572-05:00Global Antics Produced by Inner ChaosI see the world as a globe,<br />Rubberball I can press and release perhaps,<br />Ball of clay I can push, poke, and press,<br />Squeeze, stretch, strap<br />Like playdoh to my hand, and then unlatch back onto the kitchen table.<br /><br />Ready to be mashed and built and separated and put together again,<br />Ready to be played, on, in, with.<br />Out.<br /><br />I see the world,<br />as a reflection of what is inside,<br />the World,<br />merely a reflection echoing visually<br />What I do not see Inside...<br />Balance echoing chaos.Mauriciohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10901654071263525097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18140010.post-11944799254613933352010-06-09T17:58:00.001-04:002010-06-09T17:58:29.301-04:00What's your favorite movie quote?<p class="formspringmeAnswer">"If that makes me UNCOMPROMISING, then I wear it as a badge of honor cuz I'm in DAMN GOOD COMPANY! Martin Luther King was uncompromising, Nelson Mandela was uncompromising, and I'm sure your MOTHER was uncompromising, although the evidence of that is not apparent today."</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/Itzkeikobabii?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Never be afraid to be silly...follow my lead @CinderellaKeiko</a></p>Taylor "Tokyo" Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17144336862861308550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18140010.post-84108029176167489182010-04-15T14:33:00.003-04:002010-04-15T15:40:48.949-04:00I never liked mathHe pulled her by her roots <div>two times</div><div>Slammed her body into the stack of chips</div><div>only once</div><div>Slapped her face </div><div>3 times</div><div>she began to bleed by the</div><div>second hit</div><div>She cried for a straight </div><div>6 hours</div><div>He stared at me with his</div><div>two eyes filled with rage</div><div>as he beat her as if he had a quick flash back to slavery</div><div>7 bruises hidden behind her torn coat</div><div>He told her it's because he loves her and that he cares for his baby</div><div>4 months into the pregnancy I can't believe this baby made it this long</div><div>She stared at me as if she believed I was a mind reader</div><div>a few glances and I turned my head a straight 180 degrees </div><div>He grabbed her hair and dragged her out of the store</div><div>3 screams had become distant <br /></div><div>Like cinderella I saw her lighter on the concrete </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Taylor "Tokyo" Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17144336862861308550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18140010.post-55979673032674377192010-01-25T20:17:00.003-05:002010-01-25T20:38:54.869-05:00dreams could only take us so far<div style="text-align: center;">As i fall asleep to the melody of your voice and the poem or your heart the sound of your lips awaken me although this is all a dream I'm forced to believe its not as the wind whispers we are meant to be and our hearts scriptures in our body's we are in love and our destiny's fight in the endless battle to be together out reality opens our eyes and shows us were not it opens our minds but tells us should but how can so much differences make so much in common ?this love story or romeo and Juliet how they died and fought for each other em i suppose to be your Juliet an you my romeo if so i wonder how this story will end up ending as our last tears and our last drop of blood Finally col lade together our destinies finally surrender to reality and our mind stopped corresponding to our dreams that's wen we realized that dreams could only take us so far. </div>kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522428267601199351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18140010.post-36025855360390437282009-12-21T20:00:00.000-05:002009-12-21T20:01:23.321-05:00PerfectionWords were so fluid flowing through my lips I never thought I could talk like this<br />Somehow this happen<br />This status quo that I thought would never work<br />Imagine<br />Two forces combined in the realm of music<br />Guess it’s intuitive the way we got glue in it<br />Its foolish to say I knew this was going to happen<br />Because I never thought a spark would ignite,<br />I didn’t think we were the “match”<br />Sulfur scraps on mind palates please tell me these synapses were right<br />I guess they were<br />As smiles were brought about<br />And although my tongue only kissed poetry I felt she would understand<br />Because your beauty could only be express with her<br />Even through breathless words<br />Countless thoughts<br />Up to this day I cannot fathom being in a relationship<br />Because to be honest<br />I never wanted one<br />Who knew it would lead to perfection?<br />I guess someone has got something planned<br />And if I knew in advance<br />This would have happened a long time ago I wouldn’t have needed to ask<br />But now excitement of emotions causes blood rushes<br />And we can’t control our own bodies<br />Their possessed<br />And the feelings expressed<br />You can only land on clouds afterwards<br />Its called bliss<br />As lips walk the grounds of orgasm<br />While your feet still kiss<br />We are on a higher level now, no not sex<br />This that<br />I understand you deal<br />Without understanding a bit<br />And why didn’t you call me flow<br />But didn’t complain for shit<br />Its like perfection<br />Simply that<br />And if wounds were inflicted from the future backlashes<br />I know you would still bandage our bond<br />And we will still be by your fireside sharing stories<br />During a night that I call perfection…<br /><br />Ryan RampersaudAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18140010.post-14422569516556396832009-11-01T22:40:00.002-05:002009-12-04T21:52:44.983-05:00untited for nowuntitled for now<br /><br />mama when was the last time i told you i loved you<br />6 months ago<br />it was 6 months ago when friendly fire aided you to your death<br />my mother<br />lost to a straight slouching built<br />that cared less what life it took<br />mama did you know that 11,127 people are lost to straight bullets<br />each year in the U.S.<br /> and the little shoes that hang on phone lines was<br />your message, and mama i will never let go<br />a soul connected only by umbilical cords<br />and the locket you left was tied on<br />i will never let go<br />grand ma told me to always pray for rain<br />to come and wash hell off this earth<br />so that i can hear your footsteps on my window seal<br />and hear you sing lullaby hymns to the sun to scratch at the horizon<br />my mother<br />remember those lectures that you taught me to be strong<br />mama nooooo<br />i know, this hurts me more than it hurts you<br />but after you can be that toy shoulder for mommy<br />my son, can stand up high for himself<br />this pain maybe hurting now<br />but, i love you, and i just want you to understand<br />my baby, i understand<br />the whelps are their to let you know what is real love<br />and the scars are i the remembrance, that mommy loves you<br />my son, i understand<br />she told me to look into the mirror<br />and i saw saw something that God forgot that he had created<br />because if he had created me<br />Adam would have a belly button<br />and eve would have not bitten that far into the apple<br />because apples only fall for the bastards that don't know God<br />and i am the last words God had written into revaluation<br />and he baptize me<br />1 for the father 2 for the son 3 for the holy ghost<br />and i became apostle Paul<br />writing words that never been said<br />crif craft creations of my own<br />because i am Houdini breaking you down into the stars that never took the time to shine<br />because the government told me mama is gone forever<br />and she will never come back<br />and i said that was a lie<br />because she lives forever in my body<br />i am the reflection of my mothers love<br />and nobody can tell me that<br />love does not existVaughanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00844464477872868304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18140010.post-50114697988590622002009-08-29T19:21:00.001-04:002009-08-29T19:21:41.008-04:00something like godU smell like something god was too afraid to create<br />So I stand firm in the belief<br />That u are a descendant of the clouds<br />With the sky imprinted on your back<br /><br />I wish you would laugh more often<br />With me<br />or At me<br />It really doesn’t matter<br />Either way ur giggles leave me breathless<br /><br />Women who scares me to a silent quiver of knees and shallow breathing<br />I just recently found the memory of the best reason to smile<br /> on your shirt<br />U wear the same perfume as my friend<br />who slipped through the fingers of forever<br />To soon .<br />I know it sounds wrong<br /> But smelling like suicide<br />Is a compliment here<br /><br />Women with skin that sounds like the violent snaps of rubber bands<br />U are a recovering butcher<br />Or at least I feel it’s safe to assume so<br />You are stained blood red beautiful<br />With a soul like a night sky<br />The stars are clawing to your gut<br />A Broken Column for a backbone<br />ur spine is a painting the world is too familiar with<br />you are godly like fears trapped in a poet<br /><br /><br />and sometimes I wonder if u could see me past the mic<br />would u recite me?<br />dear cloud women,<br /> I’d be your poem<br />and take honor in being left<br /> on the stage.Jesicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06092666904491057216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18140010.post-46249079698997932512009-08-08T02:43:00.002-04:002009-08-08T02:46:51.482-04:00There is a coffee stain on the social fabric of this time,<br />That reeks of putrid milk spilled over a smooth piece of cloth<br />That is the American Flag,<br />No longer Red, White, and Blue,<br />But Red, White, and<br />Stained,<br />Unable to emit the scent<br />Of its pure dye,<br />Black and Brown Ugly blots, naked to the eye.<br /><br />Inner circle is circumscribed by WARNING SIGNS,<br />Big Job, Big House, Big Dog, Big Family,<br />Stale ingredients coalescing into the bland boiling pot of utopia,<br />That shall sugarcoat one,<br />But artificial saccharides hide the underlying lie,<br />This cannot possibly be the American Dream.<br /><br />“America I’ve given you all and now I’m nothing”,<br />Allow me to unzip this layer,<br />Here are my quirks, odd-shaped nuts and bolts,<br />Here is me,<br />And your media-mediated circle of life, America<br />I’ve given you all<br />And now I’m nothing,<br />But another needle in this smoldering haystack of Dicks<br />And Janes.<br /><br /><br /><br />(Based on 1950s American and quotes Beat poet "Allen Ginsberg")(Howl is a LONG COMPLicated son of a gun)Mauriciohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10901654071263525097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18140010.post-45701351426259682622009-04-13T17:16:00.002-04:002009-04-13T17:19:16.449-04:00this man jesus<strong> This Man Is Jesus </strong><br /><br />Eloi, Eloi <br />I said Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani <br />Loi, loi, Eloi<br /> Known as My God My God I said My God My God why hast thou forsaken me <br />God, My God <br />Sent down his only begotten son into the world for us <br />Eloi place him into a woman named Virgin Mary <br />Now out of the foxy mama’s that lived in beltlham he chose her <br />And they named him yah-shua <br />Which means Jesus <br />So this mean this newborn baby came into this world to die <br /> He had purpose to serve like us <br /> But purpose his was special he came into the world for us to be saved <br />He came to take on the sins of this world <br />This man was the perfect sacrifice <br />He had no faults and no sin but he was perfect <br />So when he gave up his life “It is finished”<br />There was no need more for blood sacrifice because this man bared it all <br />I don’t think you hear me <br />These people pull out the hairs from the bottom of his face <br />They spit on him because they thought that he was blasphemy to the highest Loi <br />They beat this man in the head with a rod and then press a crown of thorns on his head those thorns press through his skull and touched the nerve of his brain <br />These people showed neither mercy nor pity for this man’s life <br />They mocked him of his powers and what can do and the miracles he preformed <br />And when he tried to show them love but they relinquished him <br /> These people was so Immorality that they beat this man beyond recognition <br />I’m talking about they scourged this man 39 times on his back <br />Until the point his flesh tore open and the blood flowed though his back<br />This mans sweat was his blood that dripped from his face<br />He told me that he was wound for our transgressions and bruised for our iniquities and chastisement of our peace was upon him an<br />But I say No he was wounded for not just our transgressions and he was bruised not just for our iniquities and he was chastised not just for our peace of mind <br />This man carries that cross of a million dying sins riding on his back <br />And they stretch his wings out wide as far as they can go and pierced to that cross <br />They twisted his legs until they pierced his feet to the bottom of the cross <br />And while he was on that cross those words he screamed out corrupted my insides out because those words that were spoken was <br />Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani? <br />And as he was nailed there the words that were uttered “I thirst”<br />But instead of water it was vinegar but he turn it away because that vinegar stood the sin of the world and it was to much so then he said “it is finished” <br />So those last 7 words that rings from the ceiling down to my ear drums <br />“Father into thy hands I commend my spirit” <br />Then “it is finished”Vaughanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00844464477872868304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18140010.post-45546066040054553172009-03-26T21:39:00.004-04:002009-03-26T21:50:06.675-04:00femicide<div align="center">this is a poem i'm wrote for a slam it can only be 1min this is 51 sec. give feed back !! =)</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">♪Hush lil baby♪<br />They are silent<br />because the silence is the only thing that will keep them alive as soldiers salute to flags between their thighs<br />200,000 women are rape in the Congo everyday .<br />When the sun cum’s<br />The clouds will climax and they are born<br />lil rays of strength .<br />Apollo slept with the Congo<br />and birth too many wounds between her bladder and womb<br />Who knew<br />that the truth of a femicide resided in the steps it took for her to keep her family hydrated<br />Water wells hold their fate<br />With rifles aimed up their skirts<br />Leaving gun powder to linger in their<br />Wounds<br />Even their screams are silent<br />And she’s not worried about how many men walk out on her<br />but how many men<br />Cum in and out of her<br />These women have been pushed to a place passed hope<br />Where even prayers are mumbled in a tongue God can’t understand<br />And tears forget how to form in eyes here<br />So they just sit in<br />♪Hush lil baby don’t say a word♪</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">!!the end!!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Femicide is defined as the systematic killing of women for various reasons, usually cultural. Femicide is seen as a <a title="Gender crime" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gender_crime">gender crime</a>. for more info on this go to vday.org</div><div align="center"></div>Jesicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06092666904491057216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18140010.post-36588562678897775662009-03-05T19:38:00.000-05:002009-03-05T19:39:14.580-05:00FuneralConnected by navels [naval]<br />My heart sinks in this titanic event <br />Salt brushes my left cheek, and this rose seems to be glued to my hand<br />I can’t drop it<br />My lips quiver, and clutch my face<br />My waist<br />I waste my life sitting in this place<br />But the grass keeps growing and the stones still gray<br />…I can’t drop it<br />I can still remember when her smile could lift my soul up<br />Could lift me under her bosom and feed me<br />So I could hold up<br />Support was never a problem <br />I would make my inconsistent bars for hours<br />Put the work in for ours<br />Put the roof over for my sister<br />Over my brother<br />My baby nephew I miss him<br />Wish I could kiss her before they killed them<br />How does it feel with out her? Like a life in prison<br />I can’t drop it<br />They would be remembered as blocks of cement?<br />That’s all they ever meant?<br />Spent years crying in this bed<br />I live with the bible by my side with God’s Amen<br />Amen<br />Thank him<br />I’m still breathing <br />My ribcage still closed<br />If only I saw her eyes before they closed<br />Before her pulse fell<br />Before her heart stop<br />Before I left the house<br />Before 12 o’clock [doomsday]<br />I can’t drop it<br />My eyes stare up<br />As if the sun could show me the way<br />Point me in the right direction<br />Show me the guidance<br />That’s in God’s eyes as healthy corrections<br />But I’m here <br />Mourning the past<br />Mourning the dead<br />Looking at the tombstone and still it read<br />Rest in Peace R & B and Hip-Hop<br />And I can’t drop….Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18140010.post-21300373437896601662009-02-27T11:17:00.003-05:002009-02-27T18:40:28.210-05:00Vision[[I'll give you guys a piece of my mixtape, that I'm still trying to record, Shock Therapy 117]]<br /><br />Now my mind is fog up<br />Kind of... up<br />Trying to set my life straight<br />Since i screwed my life up<br />so i just type up<br />i cant light up<br />if they found out<br />i'd get my lights bust<br /><br />So i look for the greater good<br />who should be the one<br />to steer away from satan cush [kush]<br /><br />they say i have devil eyes<br />they say in your heart is where that evil lies<br />We all have that evil smile<br />But does that mean my happiness is a demon's cry?<br />I've been looking for answers it ain't in the skies<br />I've been praying<br />but they don't reply<br />My mom told me they say it disguised<br />3 months later<br />I have blood in my eyes<br />People say things could be a miracle<br />The works of a clerical<br />Magically<br />Spiritual<br />In this case they haven't looked for this case<br />Looked for this face<br />i've been misused in this place<br /><br />I hate when they say born again<br />You die for your beliefs<br />But not born for them<br />I refuse churchs help I just need him<br />I don't hate them<br />i just don't care for hymns<br /><br />I've been to confessions<br />Sown my woes<br />God forgive me<br />I put the cross over my soul<br />I crossed over before<br />And i lost my foes<br />I need this light so I can escape this hole<br /><br />People like to keep the bible next to their bed<br />Keep the demons away<br />Is what my mother said<br />But according to my lifestyle that I have led<br />I rather put the bible right next to my head<br /><br />Consumed in a environment<br />Bred for the streets<br />I can't just walk up the Gates I have to wipe my feet<br />disrespect my family<br />No one to go to<br />Wish I could fly away<br />And uplift my soul too<br /><br />I'm trying to imagine<br />If that dagger didn't carve him<br />Would it carve me as harmful?<br />Been to that yard draped in black<br />Salute that mother....<br />He died for that flag<br />It don't matter if it was red or blue<br />It matters if my Jesus piece protects my crew<br /><br />But thats behind me<br />I'm just trying to change<br />My face tilts down so I can walk in this reign [rain]<br />They keep telling about community service<br />I don't that bull...<br />No bread and circusAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18140010.post-57704683397626726972009-02-24T21:52:00.001-05:002009-02-24T21:54:57.167-05:00Push by D.J [[Miguel]]My mother never told me that I can be whatever I wanted to be.<br />Because she knew the statistics already held a position for me.<br /><br />It started out with 12 of us.<br />Me and my crew, all the cool kids knew,<br />Cuz we were the loudest motherfuckers in the whole highschool.<br />We had a plan for the future, had it layed out too.<br />Thought we were ahead of the game, but we just spoke too soon.<br /><br />+Stats say; 1 out of 6 of your friends<br />Gon’ cut class till one day you never see them again+<br /><br />So, it was 10 of us.<br />Chillen, barely passin’ class.<br />Sittin’ in the back and cuttin’ everybody ass.<br />Always talkin’, but stood shut when a question was asked.<br />Until we found out we ain’t have enough credits to pass.<br /><br />+Stats say; 10% of us think way too late,<br />And when the time comes, we won’t even graduate+<br /><br />So, it was 9 of us.<br />Tassles to the left, I take a look at my mom.<br />She cryin’, I’m glad I don’t gotta deal with this shit at prom.<br />All fun, we got it in to our favorite songs.<br />We headed home, free crib, boutta get it on.<br />We planned it out, I’m finally gonna get her alone.<br />But the car crashed cuz he had too many shots of Patron.<br /><br />+Stats say; 32% of traffic deaths are a result of drunk driving.<br />Leaving a slim chance of all you night clubbers of surviving+<br /><br />So, it was 6 of us.<br />Way different from how we were in the start.<br />4 years later, already hit the halfway mark.<br />6 down, 6 to go. We holdin’ on for dear life.<br />Try to do the right thing and never think about it twice.<br />Don’t look back, no regrets. Stay on course through the night.<br />But sometimes you feel so left, that even death looks right.----Common----<br />You see, life’s just a game that you can’t control.<br />And when you’re stuck, people like to use cheat codes.<br />But they come with reprocusions. Truth be told.<br />It’s like Grand Theft Auto without free roam.<br /><br />+Stats say; 59% of us are in jail.<br />That’s why we’re the minorities.<br />So someone better shift the direction of this fuckin’ story, please.<br />And if it ain’t you or you, then I’ma tell you what’s it gonna be.<br />It will be the spit comin’ out my mouth, landin’ right in front of me.<br /><br />Let it settle and feed the roots of your soul.<br />Cuz these kids should be taught more than the best way to roll.<br />And fuck Jim Jones and every 167 seconds of his youtube video.<br />Which they felt was more appropriate than a damn porno.<br />But listen, I’d rather see a little boy admiring the anatomy of a woman.<br />Then seeing him learn about drugs and how to push it.<br /><br />I guess these hustlas forgot the whole purpose of hustlin.<br />It was the only option left when you were in the dirt, strugglin’.<br />Meant to get back up on your feet, then be on your way.<br />Yet I see these same niggaz on the corner every gad damn day.<br />And it pisses me off, that these dudes are considered pushers.<br />And they don’t push shit.<br />They settled.<br />They’re tryna build mountains with pebbles.<br />And while they’re pacing back and forth 100 times,<br />I’m focused on pushin’ mine.<br />My boulders that stand together, yea the journey’s long.<br />But in the end it’s all worth it, because they stand strong.<br />And when those “Pushers” think that they’re finally on top of their mountain,<br />It all comes crumbling down, and they find themselves startin’<br />From scratch and by then,<br />Everyone used up the boulders and they’re stuck with pebbles again.<br />But I can’t front.<br />You’ll find a few pebbles at the base of my mountain<br />Because over time, you grow and back then I was an ant.<br />But I can’t and I won’t ever go back to pushin’ pebbles,<br />And fuck pushin’ rocks,<br />Cuz rocks were the limits that statistics put on our grandparents,<br />Who raised our parent on those theories,<br />Who’ve used what they learned from those tales on lessons for us,<br />And now we’re proving those stereotypes correct.<br />And I’m not lettin’ no one tell me what I can and can’t do.<br />So I’ma push, and keep pushin’ and I won’t stop until<br />I birth some inspiration into these kids who can’t tell the difference between a boulder and a pebble.<br /><br />My mother never told me that I could be whatever I wanted to be,<br />Because she knew that the statistics already held a position for me,<br />But I turned it down, and I kept on pushing my boulder to the top of my mountain.<br /><br />[[FeedBack]]Miguelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14984697819084918267noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18140010.post-66764751677584400412009-02-24T19:44:00.000-05:002009-02-24T19:45:33.282-05:00<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Ive been denied as many times as a dime can be multiplied thats ten minus a nine,</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Add 5, then divide by six, no sex, just wrist movements and stress less nights,</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">No rights just left, right hand on mouse while I stop then perplex, and vexed at the equation, ive been denied as many times as a dime can be multiplied thats ten minus a nine add five then divide by six....</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">One</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">The product, the quotient, the sum of my problems can all be done with one,</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Yes her, she broke thy heart and refused to give it back,</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">And when she gives it back im so amused by her muse that I give it in return as a thank u for returning, wat u took and shattered and the cycle repeats,</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">And im amazed at her power,</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">How she can do this to me,</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">I love u wayne, rly??</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Ur the best friend I ever had,</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Now ask me how bad this word can twist and drag my soul out form body,</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Ask mario how he felt wen he saved the princess and got nothing, nadi, nada,</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Maybe thats the problem, </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Im too much at war with gears</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">My 360, 360s the mind and all they see is another dude in loved with his games more than her,</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">No no, I love u baby</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Baby</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Maybe thats it, im too much of a romantic,</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">I need to be a dick, treat girls like shit,</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Cease the good guy and be the guy that hits,</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Cuz girls like chris,</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">brown</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">And I sing, forced to dance, so they wants a guy who cheats around, then slaps u for finding out</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Nah thats just a joke,</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">I cud never touch a woman</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Everyone knows if they hit u u just shake him,</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Stop it woman, stop control ur self</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Yea thats wat tv taught me,</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Then were locked in each others eyes and our lips r interlocking,</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Interlocking,</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Locking</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Locked in</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Not like pop locking</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">But locked in a relationship</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Commitment</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Im willing to stand out and say yes im with it</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Easy</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Im being to easy</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Gotta be hard to get.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">See if I hang then flex, then flirt with the next</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">She’ll see me as no less but more,</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Cuz I got babes hung on me like knobs on a door</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Number one, number 2, number 3, number 4</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">I look across the room to see if she sees how much im adored</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">But then I adore</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Not her chest</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">But her ears</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Not that butt but her arms</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Not her face but just the eyes</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Cuz see im not like most guys</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">And I know most guys use the same lines</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">But I like wat most dont see</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">And thats wat locked u to me</span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><br /></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">sorry if theres mistakes, www.youtube.com/cokedarapper</p><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><br /></span></div>Waynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16874173022364107074noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18140010.post-61062705554969836362009-02-24T19:32:00.001-05:002009-02-24T19:35:08.502-05:00Bullet Proof Glass<span style="font-family:georgia;">Why is it that you love me from behind bullet-proof glass?<br />Why do you flinch when I move closer to you?<br />What are you scared of, tell me, what did I do?<br />You stand there and try to explain, you say,<br />That everything’s okay, yet you’re still standing behind that bullet-proof glass.<br />What’s wrong?<br />If I didn’t do anything then get from behind that glass.<br />You laugh, and hesitate to tell me bout the nightmare that you had.<br />About a man from the past, who got to get you from behind that bullet-proof glass.<br />He joked and he smiled,<br />You felt safe for a while.<br />But he got outta hand,<br />And here you stand now,<br />Behind your bullet-proof glass.<br />Well, I’m not that man from the past.<br />And understand that if I can,<br />I would go back in time and kick that niggaz ass.<br />And I know violence ain’t the key in any time or place.<br />But I know that it’ll bring a smile to ur face.<br />Even though that memory is something that you can’t erase.<br />When we kiss, the glass is the only thing that I can taste.<br />So can you please get from behind your bullet-proof glass?</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">[[Might Add More]]</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Feedback yOo..lolsz. I juss wunned ya 2 noe I'm alive nd still writin'..</span>Miguelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14984697819084918267noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18140010.post-42140821483044496792009-02-15T03:46:00.001-05:002009-02-15T03:46:53.197-05:00Seed of GleeYou seem to be a homemade hot soup with ingredients gathered from the whole family.<br />You do not hold putrid flavors like our sister’s disobedience or my consistent calamity.<br />Your arrival marks the make of an inequality<br />And the utter beginning of a one-sided sibling rivalry.<br /><br />You came in dark times and illuminated my life.<br />Listening to your charming gibberish made me quickly get rid of my strife<br />Listening to your cries made my eyes liquify and instead of breaking glass you broke my ribs allowing your pain to enter<br />Full of sorrow caused by your mood, I ran to you fulfilling my duties as your brother.<br /><br />The seed which, when planted, had grown roots of glee in my body is what you are<br />I’m just reminiscing about how your past, innocent actions have affected me so far.<br />Our appearances most likely convince our characters to be equivalent,<br />But my heart wishes for you to emerge as more reliable, fortunate, and more valiant.<br /><br />You are either greater than, or equal to me.<br />Or maybe just a better equal than me.<br />But, there are still variables and terms to be accounted for<br />And as your side of the inequality increases, my love for you grows even more.<br /><br />(Wrote this for class like two years ago and NOW is when I post it!!!)Mauriciohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10901654071263525097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18140010.post-23016433378442100932009-02-15T03:24:00.001-05:002009-02-15T03:32:11.877-05:00Spit GoldI must write because<br /><br />My mind must be wrapped around a Hershey bar of poetry because that chocolate makes me happy,<br /><br />My mouth must morph into a boom box yet again<br /><br />Because my bones ache to feel the rhythms in which meters transcend<br /><br />From the inner vaults of my heart out to the bass pounding oval frame of my mouth<br /><br />I need to spit gold,<br /><br />And hope my drops of saliva solidify<br /><br />So you may see<br /><br />That what I say, what I feel is REAL<br /><br />Because emotions are abstruse objects hidden behind the locked gates of our chest<br /><br />And as I try to get high off of that pure stash of ardor, it only gets harder <br /><br />It’s like my tongue wrestles itself down and my words get tripped up as they dance upwards on my vocal chords<br /><br />So they begin to form an itchy hair ball between my neck and throat,<br /><br />So I choke<br /><br />Seems like my voice box just broke because I know what to say but my lips don’t<br /><br />But I need to spit gold,<br /><br />And present to you a poem: a metaphysical gift wrapped around pieces of my mind<br /><br />But my bottled soul has been more than half empty<br /><br />But it’s not as if one’s heart can suddenly stop its circulation of the forever stream of emotions flowing in and out of the body<br /><br />It’s not like thick arrows have struck my brain and damaged my limbic system causing me to grow ascetic roots as I rid myself my one true passion, to slam<br /><br />I need to slam an audience with a vicious five finger smack of this-is-what-I-love… <br /><br />So much<br /><br />That I want to spit gold till my lips feel so dry that Chap Stick can’t come to the rescue<br /><br />Spit so much that the mike’s pores overflow with puddles of my belly-quenching moments<br /><br />As my voice attempts to quench your ear’s thirst to hear more<br /><br />(didn't know what else to say......for now I mean)Mauriciohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10901654071263525097noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18140010.post-80925948934927681862009-01-15T19:35:00.000-05:002009-01-15T19:37:57.990-05:00BeautyCompletely flawless<br />Down to the bruises and self-inflicted wounds<br />This is true beauty<br />I can not change your course<br />I can not change your ways<br />I can only take in your splendor<br />And breathe in this self-fulfilling prophesy <br />That downpours misery<br />That destroys its own body for you<br />This is beautiful<br />Simply beautifulAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18140010.post-61955207322730368792008-12-09T20:05:00.002-05:002008-12-09T20:06:28.630-05:00Homeless<p class="MsoNormal">This box can’t keep me warm<br />This trash doesn’t fill me for long<br />Short-changed<br />Literally on the subway<span style=""> </span><br />No matter how much I beg<br />Only get a couple dollars for just one day<br />I try to save but it’s kind of hard when your shower is the rain<br />You just make me sick with your phones in your ears<br />You’re deaf when I speak<br />But I know that you hear<br />And my muffles come through your headphones<br />Kind of hard to not notice a vagabond I know<br />I used to be “civilized”<br />Used be steady with a 9 to 5<br />Brought home the bacon<br />For me, myself, and I<br />That’s 3 times the food I get currently from January to July<br />Only two sets of clothes now I don’t got a home<br />Foreclosed probably 4 or 5 months ago<br />Now I’m alone<br />Can’t get a job<br />Can’t sleep with your car alarms blaring<br />I’m poor<br />It’s apparent<br />But it doesn’t mean I’m not less than a human<br />You stare at me with confusion<br />I’ve had a college education<br />But a Bachelor’s can only get you so far without losing<br />Been draining weight, been force to pick your pockets<br />Sell goods at pawn shop<br />Your watches and lockets<br />Your game boys I cop it<br />Even those IPods and mp3s<br />Yes I got it<br />Cop it<br />Before cops stop it<br />I profit<br />But enough for one bowl of rice<br />Thanks Stock Market<br />What is a recession for you, is just more of a pain for me<br />Higher prices for goods mean more money to eat<br />Since financially I can’t stand on my own two feet<br />You probably love your flat screen TVs<br />Stuck on the stamps you stuck on your stocks<br />You get cut from your job yet I don’t see you on my block<br />My house is always filthy<br />Thanks to you<br />Wipe your own feet at my bedroom<br />Disrespect<br />Simply is just that<br />I can’t show respect back<br />Don’t see change<br />So two seconds later where your chain at?<br />Yes<br />Around my neck<br />That’s my check<br />That’s my salary<br />But don’t have any hope left<br />And I still pray to an empty voice<br />Still I get cleaned by nature<br />I’m free by law<br />But yet banded by paper?<br />How could I savor, this life without saviors<br />This game without kings just pawns in our way but<br />The obstacles we tend to topple in our path<br />It’s optional if you take advantage or pass<br />If you tend risk it<br />Then you miss it<br />You get pay back<br />Called consequences<br />I got hit hard in my wallet<br />I’m just broke now<br />Jump off this roof<br />God<br />I finally got a home now</p>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18140010.post-3759296027047241812008-08-13T20:44:00.000-04:002008-08-13T20:45:35.976-04:00~Untitled ~but inspired by her<div id="ms__id60"><br />She is starting to understand<br />How the world works<br />And between the quivering breaths she takes<br />I want to hold her hand<br />“It’s okay<br />The truth isn’t supposed to be easy “<br /><br />She finds herself plying double Dutch<br />Jump<br />Jump<br />Quick<br />quick<br />1, 2<br />1 ,2<br />1 ,2<br />She hippity hops betweens the lines that cause her to feel like an outcast<br />Never falling off rhythm because the<br />Ropes will hit hard<br />If the rhythm is broken<br />“Finding your self between middle school summers isn’t easy”<br />I try to pretend like I know what I’m saying<br />Because I know that if I sound confident she will feel so<br /><br />“ I’m afraid “<br />She says with the high pitch giggle I am way to familiar with .<br />this Is the giggle given to the wind<br />While butter files get their wings caught between your vocal cords<br />“ it only makes senses for u to feel this way “<br /><br />When u can no longer linger in the bliss of ignorance<br />The essence of not knowing<br />hunts your new found knowledge<br />Yes !<br />We have been born into a world where every piece of who u are has to be critiqued<br />Yes!<br />These bridges will one day have to be crossed if you<br />Choose to LIVE your life<br />But please don’t allow your anxiety attacks To pigeon hold u to the<br />Things the that are accepted in this society<br />don’t fall victim to theses classifications<br />Stop jumping<br />Breath easy<br />this is who u are .</div>Jesicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06092666904491057216noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18140010.post-63017535565771429122008-08-11T21:36:00.000-04:002008-08-11T21:37:16.387-04:00The Unheard Youth Vol .1<iframe marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" src="http://www.4shared.com/dir/8708644/90cf011c/The_Unheard_Youth_Vol_1.html?dirembed=true" allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" height="600" width="840"></iframe>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0