I wrote this in "some alley"

as we live through the present
the earth kills yesterdays
and tomorrow's too
but when 11:59 becomes that 25th hour
I'd like 12:01 to be spent with you
i want mornings to be clear skied
like that day I asked what size do you wear
right eye squinched, sun glared face
i remember this corner, this 1st place ribbon street
where we met for the third time
i say third because i've seen you two times before
my lips were stuck in traffic
but each time including the third
and even more recent
the 100th will be like the first
you are my thirst
in my mind
i rehearshed these lines
but it wasn't quite like what is being written
i couldn't ask for a better YOU
but if i was granted that wish
i'd glady trade it for your kiss
you're bliss defined
i want our seconds to last as long as your hair
and when blue skies turn black
i want my stomach to your back
and everyother morning to be just like that
could you give me a million tomorrow's
or go half on a baby
but get my 100 percent
fuck always being there
i always want you here with me
when words can't describe
emotions, bottled up, explode
when you ask me what I'm thinkin
and I say
you are my song when there's no music to play
you are to me what history is to every day
or you could be, eventually
all i want
check this out
is for YOU to be
[like that thing we do when we finish eachothers sentences]
at the end of I Love




whoever YOU may be

Mr. & Miss

Often called many names I'm not

I'm simply Mr. E

Miss Taken is my character traits

but when I'm known to get 

its often followed by "my Miss Take"

gossip and untrue chatter

Freeman 101 taught by Miss Advise

but the people sit attentively

lend their ears to Miss Conceive

but hate is a familiar vernacular to some

the lame ones listen carefully

walk closely behind Miss Led

who's best friends with Miss Lead

intentionally deceiving

like some looks are

but until you open the book

and read a few lines

your just the same as Miss Construe

whose confidant is Miss Interpret

i don't want to be Miss Understood  =/

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Haven't been on here on in a while and I sincerely apologize. So here I'm back. I've been really uninspired and into school and work. It occupies 98% of my time. But then again that's a good thing, cause the fuck girls and the fuck boys  haven't been speaking my name so everything works out just fine. I love you all and all the people that have been hitting me up and asking for a post or just showing love. Anyways :

hearts are stone cold metal

i'm running out of rose petals

i love you, i love you not's

love is a word often forgot

and with luck's four leaf clover

i will start all over

cardiac tissue perforated

some four letter words are over-rated

i want to fall so deep in hate

your rehearsed apologies are far too late

now every time i see you

my chest is frosted ice blue

to pretend to care

your voice bleeds my ears

your truth is hypothermic

your lies are my tourniquet

today i added two and two

it came out to fuck you

my one and only plight

is if you live past this night

or if you make it past this poem

iono

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give me a sheet of 8 x 10 computer paper

64 color crayon box, clear tape, and a stapler

(like when we had arts and crafts

i'd draw in my textbook, during math)

and watch me change the world

we all are stick figures

fashion nimrods, street corner niggers

and if i meet another model

i'll throw up for her

lure her too my bed

and when her clothes drop, just laugh

such a travesty, size four is way to big

leave my presence

and t with that, her present

a shattered dream

because if she opened a book

read between the lines, reached the back page seam

seems like the career choice would have been different

but i guess miss tyra will have to do for now

because if i meet another fashion whore

it would be the third one this week

to b con't