sincerest apologies

Cleaners

2010-05-26T18:22:00.000-07:00

I am stuck

Right next to

A hard place

And you left

My rock

And the keys

That use to open

The doors to

Your heart

Don't work anymore

Locked

And I'm left

Clueless

Silverstones don't glisten

Like your eyes

Use to

Both when

You smiled and cried

Lied in my arms

As I lost

Myself in your soul's windows

And the wind

Blows through

And caresses my curly tresses

That lie on

The tears in the fabric

Of your favorite dress

They curl more

From the wetness

I watch the MAC

Mascara race down

Your caramel face

Leaving footprints

In your cheek and neck

My lies follow

Trying to comfort

And sew together

The torn seam

Although it seems

This pattern

the intricate silhouette

And my actions

Alike

Are not as

Attractive as when you

First wore it

And I am no tailor

G-Shock

2010-04-26T13:10:00.000-07:00

I write poems

On cumbersome trains

Sat between

Ailed divas

In now or later

Flavored spandex

And ugg boots

Lying ass niggas

In true religion jeans

That don't believe

In GOD enough

To respect

The strong women

They leave standing

Gripping germ infested poles

Their will

Their cane

To hold them up

I listen to

Our young female future

As she explains

Sexual innuendos

That were theories

Two days ago

Yesterday's facts

Her metrocard

Not even green and white yet

Yet she describes

Sucking dicks

Though exchanging the word

For lollipop

With HIS in front

Not too blunt

But the story

Has the same affect

This middle school whore

Keeps going

I'm praying

Not for her

But for this train

To quicken its pace

Someone please

Retrieve your young

From the clutches

Of negligent daycares

And parental non-communications

For I have seen

Many women

Dimmed

From their GOD promised

Florescence

Due to relationships

Built on faulty foundations

But I can't

Save her

I only wish

That she learns

Her lesson

From the hands

Of time

When the clock strikes

And bruises

Her beautiful and

What seems ageless skin

Will these days

Leave scars

Remnant of absentee fathers

And nonchalant mothers?

Huh time?

Do you fucking hear me?

Message In A Bottle

2010-04-26T13:02:00.000-07:00

I'm writing

I Love You's

With numb fingers

That grew cold

When held hands

Parted ways

Many a day ago

My self esteem is low

But like the waves

Of my hand goodbye

From the currents

Of pooled blood

Set free

Of a damned heart

That meet the shore

I'm sure

These feelings too

Will wash away

Chop Shop

2010-04-20T20:06:00.000-07:00

We live in

Or should I say

I , selfishly

Live in a world

Where words

Will get you inside

The panties of counterfeit whores

Who draw Halos

With their fingers

Over their head

And as quickly

As their backs

Meet dirty bedroom sheets

Pulled to their chin

Ask you

Is this real?

What we have

I mean

And in your head

You’re thinking

Pfffff, damn right

But both heads

Came

To the same conclusion

And if you want

The sexual intrusions

To continue

Much like you’d like

This conversation to end

You say

Yes

Not even thinking twice

Because lies

Which have become

Second nature to you

Is your first instinct

Until she says

I’m late

And now your mind

Once crowded

With swift fabrications

And no I didn’t mean it like that

Misrepresentations

Baby’s I don’t know her

And that bitch lying’s

Swear’s on my mother

Ask anybody’s,

Grows desolate

It’s far past plan B

And requiems

For countless unborn seeds

This shit is far

From a dream

Parked next to fetal nightmares

You respond

Not with words

But a

Blank stare

Gone Fishing

2010-04-12T15:02:00.000-07:00

At around the same time

Every night, there is a meeting in my bedroom

Between two knees

That refuse to open

Reluctant though I beg and plead

But promise me

To part if I compromise

Who I am

Change like summer

To fall

In love all over again

In awe with perplexity

Do I defeat Monotony

Walk through the door that reads “Easy”

Tell those knees

Everything they’ve been yearning to hear

Or let this spring air

Vibrate my falsetto

Across my tongue

Through barb wired lips

As soft as nine clouds

Straight to her ears

Let my words take the hard way in

“I Will Change”

Whispered callously

My hands climbing her shins

Meet her knees

And they part

“I’ve Missed You”

They grow further apart

Like a love lost

From careless misplacement

Master Keys don’t exist

For both closed legs and closed hearts

Though I am Lord Of Written and Whispered Word

And they work the same

“I Love You”

And like childhood friends that move away

Never to be seen again

Her knees follow the same lead

My hand

Lies

In the crease where her legs meet her thighs

Same as my lips

How much more words

Must I use before here knees get wind of this

Do my lips

Between you legs

Feel differently

Your knees, and my hands

And my lips

And my diabolical plans

Can’t believe these words were enough

Did you catch the lies above?

Guess these words were enough

Astigmatism

2010-02-03T20:32:00.000-08:00

Do you see the irony

In me saying that I never think

I always follow my heart

Where ever it decides to go

i stalk, waiting in love shadows

It's bitter sweet

That very decision

Because even with its intuition

And damn near Cupid accurate precision

My heart lacks the vision

My mind so persistently chases

I love indiscriminately

Hopelessly wishing my heart, like my mind

Had the patience

But who am I to get in its way

The nerve of me

When I barely speak

Up, when I fall

Sit back and watch

As it jumps again

I told it to watch out for ladies like you

But like love, so is its vision impaired

Is It?

2010-01-29T20:45:00.000-08:00

Cupid's arrow tip
Losing the key to locked lips
A heavily guarded hart, the same key
Held hands and entangled fingers that won't let go
Not letting go, itself
Missing...
Intrigued by the very sight of
Enticed eyes, the same
Beautiful butterflies above the waist
Anxious palms, moist
Walking down one's lips, turning the corners of their mouth up
Losing yourself without traveling anywhere
Finding the soul's counterpart
So deep IN it without being able to climb out
Stronger than any sexual lust
Helen Keller, Ray Charles, Governor Patterson trust
Having nothing left to give and having everything
A half empty glass that's half full
Your best-friend and better half
The drug that often does more harm than good
Serene lullaby sleep through sleepless nights
No appetite with famished hunger pains
The gain, that keeps growing
Listening genuinely
You hear me?
Words will never be able to express
The truth that lies... beneath your chest
No warranty but guaranteed
Un-... the conditional kind
Addiction, figuratively

Love, literally? is it?

These were written by my bigger bro Dopenstein -show love

2010-01-25T21:27:00.000-08:00

Wat goes thru the thoughts of a positive mind
Is it one dat defines da essence of time
Or a permenant smile
Is it one whose day is determined by fate
But fortunate enuff fate is always great
Or could it be someone who lives life withought thought
But I must confess
Even myself whose gracefully blessed
Is still stuck in a mess
But surrounded by the best of da best
Life is like a test
You can cheat, get a high score and fail
Fail in life and never prevail
Or u can solve each issue as if u already know the answer
So wat goes thru the thoughts of a positive mind
No one really knows but it'll show in time
But everything in mine
Good or bad got me doin fine
Just waitin for the rite thought to give me the rite light to shine
And these few words might just be the first sign....
I'm gone

-Dope

One special month
One special day
One special person
One special relationship
There for you despite the cause
There to pick you up when you fall
Acceptin you for all your flaws
Til death do you apart
Without the marital laws
An unbreakable bond
Willing to go any length
Without a question of how long
The one right
That would never lead you wrong
Your love at first site
There for your battles
And every fight
Dreading the day we have to say our goodbyes
It would be an everlasting sorrow
And uncontolable cries
But until dat time comes
Capture each an every special moment
An never forget the moments
That you shared
With that special person
On each special day
Enjoying your special relationship together
Happy Mothers Day

- Dope

Lemme hold ya left hand
An don't be too afraid
I know how sudden this might be
Now Ima take my right knee
There are some things dat we don't see
At first,
It takes time to make sure its right
Started out as a crush
To texts and phone calls makin you blush
Bad decision makin led to an ending
An ending in which was so tragic
Left me thinkin wat exactly ruined this magic
How did I lose someone so unbelievebly special
Someone who I see to be an amazing being
Someone who I see to have an amazing meaning
Your a one in a million
Beautiful an gorgeous are just understatements
Of wat you are to the eyes
Unique an one of a kind
Sorta like a human butterfly
Or a snowflake
An outstanding personality
With a demenor an aura so strong
I can go on an on
about you for so long
But I'll say if I was able to put together a song
A love song
It would be sung by Jagged Edge
Keith Sweat an Tank
Musiq an Neyo
an Trey Songz....
So still on this knee
I wish we still could be
I'll close my eyes an make a wish
While I count to three
1.....
2.......

- Dope

3..............
As I complete da countdown to my wish
Open my eyes
Hope that there stands my prize
Hopin da lord answers my prayers
An hears my cries
Only one way to find out
But my eyes are still closed
I begin to get nervous
Palms sweating
Heart racing
I rise from one knee
An as I stand
I don't feel her hand
Knees get week
I open my mouth to speak
My eyes to peek
There lies my pillows n sheets
So it seems
This moment was just a dream
Dreams are visions
Visions dat are destined
Destined to be reality
Reality in the near future
So before I close my eyes again
My last question...
Are we destined?

- Dope

Bryant Park

2010-01-25T20:48:00.000-08:00

give me a sheet of 8 X 10 computer paper
64 color crayon box, clear tape, and a stapler
(like elementary school arts and crafts
and I'd draw in my textbook during math class)
and watch me change the world
we all are stick figures
fashion nimrods, so called street corner niggers
and if I meet another model
I'll throw up for her
lure her
to my bed
and when her clothes melodically drop
laugh
size four is way too big
-in my Steven Cojocaru monotone-
as she picks her ego up off the floor
along side her undergarments
her Bulimic spirit tarnished
from the blunt harshness
she leaves my presence
with her, my present
a shallow pussy, far too deeper than any thought running through her head
(a broken soul
a shattered dream
my overturned bed)
because if she opened a book
yet didn't read the words
but between the one line that followed the next
all the way to the back page seam
seems like the not to well thought out fashion, Marc Jacob, Donna Karen, East 28th at 5th avenue Runway career choice would have been way de la differenta
Go figure
I guess Miss Immediately Return To The House And Pack Your Bags
will have to do for now
because if I meet another fashion whore
it would be the third one this week
I don't think I can stomach another cell phone, bathroom, Victoria secret inspired, toilet in the background, panties hanging over the shower, photo shoot
or Herve Never tweet
she's got my heart and my appetite anorexic weak

...or is that her?

Birds And Bee's Song

2009-11-11T20:13:00.000-08:00

We wrote poems of heartbreak and cold shoulders with chips the size of grand canyon boulders and the love we sought like that romeo and juliet romance minus the intricate suicides, the life we want, hopefully together, we're pretty tight and we could tighten this with a marriage, one baby carriage and diamond ring, she makes we want to sing like I'm in the shower, I'm that comfortable and when we sat across from each other at the table and I glanced into those brown sugar eyes, the ones I think D'angelo sung of, I knew right then I wanted her, I want to stay with her for one night, change her mind as I hold her tight, love bites and bite her gently, intertwine our souls, set a pick, she rolls, both her body and her smile, giggling, as we lose control, let me take it, don't break it but it may feel that way in the morning, the dawn, can't crack the habit, back at it, like I never left what I never had before, I'm fiending, I'm giggling now, koolaid smile, extra sugar from the inter space between your hips, no way is this ending, that's a threat, as she laughs out loud, got me feeling virgin pure, show me how you do this, got me moaning verbs, tripping over my words like my letters are untied, I'm falling for her, mentally and maybe sexually, sex screams, whispers promises in her ear like she's my queen to be as we're cumming to america playing in the background, I'm taking her back down, both ways, eye wink, she could take me home anytime like a run with no strikes, whenever she's ready, can be late nights or early AM mornings, break the dawn and just chill 'cause we both cold and too old to beat around silent bushes so we get straight to the point like an underscore before a period, delirious whispers that time can't undo or tell the meaning behind quiet "I do's," does that make sense? This in like I'm in with you is fucking intense, not like like is bending intense over, you move me with your poetic telepathy, got me playing a shy roll not too familiar to my demeanor, a freak beneath my skin and between the seams, and un-did belt buckles, our worlds collided and shook the earth beneath bed sheets, and crushed linen, this crush feels so good it bring tears to my eyes, no lie, got me discovering parts of me and you I never knew existed, I missed this, I kissed bliss and it was like two clouds crashing into one another, how the hell did this happen, all the pens breaking, mind tapping, thoughts racing, you're behind the drivers seat like we're on our way somewhere beneath moon lit skies, these details, I can't leave out, let's get high on each other in front of police and serve time for it, cocaine love, tired so I sigh, I'm craving you like I'm starving to carve my tongue in your neck and draw karma sutra diagrams with my fingernails in your hand and down the middle of your back, don't pay attention to my phone going off, bbm's red flashing, or the red star of my twitter relapsing, I meant reloading, let's christen this new found feeling like holy water that would make the most beautiful roses grow, lay their angelic petals on your bed, use one to travel from your forehead all the way downtown, seal it with a kiss to your frontal lobe, let's go at like 300 or Troy or the Titans clashed, while Sade's Playlist is on repeat so much it would scratch my iPod screen and skip, knock your socks off and kicks your boots aside, and when I'm done, I leave while you slumber, without making a peep, you'd climax again in your sleep as you falsetto, hide your clothes, panties under your pillow, and we play fight as your try to retrieve them, the laughter is uncontrollable like rhythmic orgasms, lower back aches, goosebumps, and inner thigh spasms, that would make you yearn for my voice and look at your phone fiendishly every time it rang, its only our business that I made you sing like...

Writer's Block

2009-10-28T09:36:00.000-07:00

Ironically
I fell for the perfunctory cliche
It not you its me
Without any debate
I accepted what she stated
What else could I really do
Thought she was all I needed
From the memories that preceded
The statement two lines up
Now I'm stuck
Played the fool
Stared at the sun
'Til it burned out my eye sight
Now blinded
I can barely write this
But this poem must go on
I don't know
Have no clue
How much longer
These letters don't seem to fit together
To make the words that go one after another
To form sentences on top of each other
Into stanzas
I don't know
Have no clue
What to write anymore
This came so easily
I took it for granted
Scribble a couple words
Cross them out
Lines slanted
Ball the paper up
Add it to the poem mountain
Growing from my trash can
I can't do it
The same thing keeps coming out
I don't know
Have no clue
This seems so rehearsed
Like the times you where here
I guess I stayed in the sun too long
Was I wrong
Yearned for words and phrases
Elated from sentences you stated
I'm tanned and empty
And blind
Who lives in reverse
Its like my heart won't let it go
My mind gets its
But it keeps fucking with me
I'm grieving
And to my luck the words are leaving
Just like you
How am I to write
Or stay strong

When even the sun moves on

Five Second Frenchie

2009-10-26T12:33:00.000-07:00

Just as her lips left mine
She lowered a scythe
That stuck to chest to my spine
Fragments of my heart
Crescent in shape
Landing in her hand
As if this was the plan
Coincidence?
She's making mince meat
Of my being
To the beat
The cardiac kickdrum
She hums along
As my eyes play hide and seek
Tears leak faster as
My eyelashes come together
And I get one last glance
This lady
Exo-skeletal in appearance
Cold to the touch
And that doesn't say much
All she asks is
"Are you ready"
Before the "dee"
Leaves her teeth
I utter "No"
With what seems
To be the last breath of many
I'm growing frozen
Minute strength
I can barely stand
"Let's make a deal"
Barter perhaps
A plea bargain
I don't know whether she's smiling
Or if that's upside down
Same stone facial expression
Teeth clinched
Together
Empty eye holes
Black hood
Lamp post light stole a stare
She's made of nothing but bones
Now she knows
What I now know I been knew
I've defected
Infected from split wrists
Who's hisses
Turned to screams
Emotional bruises
From a relationship passed
Midnight nooses
Left my neck scarred
Like the umbilical blisters
I left my mother
The bliss
In the kiss
Is much different
Hers brought me life
And as this night grows longer
My plight gets stronger
But its over

And nothing even matters
The kiss of DEATH
Her name...
The latter

Quidditch

2009-10-26T12:31:00.000-07:00

First off
Let me begin with telling you
Who and what
I am
A seeker
In search of a dreamer
And if she dreams
We will go places
No eyes, awake
Can see
No doubts
No maybe's
I've realized that
Through other ladies
I've drove myself crazy
Wondering why they weren't you
A relief sigh
Or a "finally" high
That I'm so intoxicated by
You are out of this world
And mine
Which is both a minor step
And a big leap
For the actual size
And the figurative size
Of the this world
Makes it as easy accesible as the touch of a fingertip
But almost impossibly attainable
Because I cannot gain
All the things from it
But I'd take you over
And over
If the choice presented itself
More than once
I hunger for wealth
Yes, I hunger more
But you are destruction
That's what my appetites for
So who know's
I'm no psychic
My third eye is only poetic
It can't see your future
It won't tell me what will happen in the near
Or the far
But when my eyes are closed
It creates these vivid
Life-like
Real dreams
I swear I see
Through open eye lids
But I guess that's the irony in the end
Because at first
When I began to tell you what and who
I am
A seeker

Question is
Are you a dreamer

143 Mattress Street

2009-10-21T19:21:00.000-07:00

When last night
Becomes twilight
She drops dawn
And it cracks
I roll over
No longer are we sleeping back to back
Dawn's pale blue hue
Creeping through
The interspaces of vertical blinds
I swore you closed
But maybe I'm still high
From the events of night's past
My recolections haunt this very morning
So much, she hides
Until I realize its only five
And she doesn't quite come out 'til seven
I missed you
Although in the same bed
The void left between our bodies, apart
Made my heart
Grow fonder
Your finger webs are cold
We didn't hold hands like we use to
Your finger tips are white
They weren't against mine last night
Am I missing something
Besides you
The empty street we left in the middle of the mattress
Your long brown tresses falling off the curb
My side of the block was freezing
Your side?
It looked so peaceful
Though I know it wasn't
From the disagreement earlier in the day before
I tried crossing that very empty street
But your body language said don't bother
So I slept by the corner store
I guess you had to clear your head
Into your own pillow
While you faced the clock
I'm half past making sense of it
Now I'm here
Whispering in your ear
As you sleep
Giving you my all
Your eyes staring at the dark black walls of your eye lids
In a world where nothing seems to last that long
I pray
That when you wake
Your ready to open up

And I left nothing unspoken
But if I did
I pray that your beautiful naked eyes can't see

That your heart is broken

100 Meter Dash

2009-10-20T21:45:00.000-07:00

Give me, give me, give me
A command spoken much to often
I only ask that what is given
Is only what I deserve
The nerve
Of me to be so demanding
So what is it that I want
The answer lies in the shrugg
Of frigid shoulders
And the weight of the world
Twice over
I
Want
You

From the bottom of my nimble sole
To the tip top of my simple soul
Where ever that is
But is sounds good
Right?
Give
Me
You

This is no command
Or demand
But as my soul is
This plea is
One in the same
I've longed for the very word after "me"
For some time that seems quite
The delight in my patience
Steadfast in my wait
Numb
this very sensation
Fills me with hate
The irony
To feel and not to feel
All at once
I
Feel
You

Like nothing I've ever felt before
Cliché
But my senses don't have any memories
Or remnants of anything like this
Stored
Deep within my mind
Right next to the very place you reside
The beauty of my thoughts
Come no where close
To the regalness which is you
But will the simile suffice
Or was that a metaphor
-scratches head-
Whatever
You see what I'm getting at
Like we've looked from the same eyes
Wise and slow
We'll go
Assuiming that you're coming
Not that way, though I hope
you are
Knowing I'll last
But those who run
stumble fast
So the pace has
To be steady
Get mark

Get set...

And the words before that

Cha Cha Slide

2009-08-02T15:53:00.000-07:00

I often see a lady
Whose never there
I pray beyond the clouds
That's she'd stay for a while
But the rush she's in
Doesn't permit her to linger for more than a glance
I love her
And this love grows everytime I never see her
I yearn for her absence
The intriquet dance my heart rehearsed
Over and over
'Til it became routine
And it perfroms in her presence
The love that I'm in is no simple two step
Although my feelings are not choreographed
Her snicker is deafening
I loose count as she laughs
still scalping her ticketless applause
cardio dances til there's nothing left at all
I often see this lady
That is never there again
But I am embrassed nonetheless
Shroud my chest in veils
Because my heart hurts too much
I've lost my way
Even if my conscience did pay
Reach inside my vault
Whatever be the cost
What's the damage for you to stay?
I've never put on, or opened up this way
Suture
My contussions
What's your suggested beck and call
So when my heart no longer dances
And I stop searching for my mind
I'll remember your name

Master/Slave

2009-06-13T20:10:00.000-07:00

she keeps a tenebrous guise

deep down inside

resides a heart, a size twice as big as her fist

and when stated, she denounces this

quite the pessimist

beautiful yet vociferous

I love her

even though she doesn't know me

opined clearly

love is not a job, a task, a position

i can see why its not in her job description

the catch twenty two is that love is hard work

given the travails of journeys, past

this love lacks the perseverance to last

i am calloused

mediastinal abyss

schlimazel to my finger and toe tips

yet tactile

i didn't know

until you left

i loved your smile

schmaltzy taste

and servile

I'll do anything for you

be your shoulder to cry on

can you lean on a peon

can i be your crutch like that dutch

or cocaine line

hypodermic needles and heroine

cognac and bottles of wine

or am i just an indentured placebo

johnson and johnson's blow

no slave to this addiction

a feeble attempt to obfuscate your affliction

you love me

you miss me

you care for me

you need me

... love petition: [insert name here] collection of fictions

Dr. Kevorkian

2009-04-04T17:50:00.000-07:00

I fell asleep
can't remember waking up
just my luck
checked the alarm clock
But it had bullet holes in it
guess that's why this gun was in my hand
and I felt a draft through my hair
looked in the mirror
same hole as those in the clock
panicking and shocked
grabbed some alcohol pads and band aids
covered it quick
but this bleeding from my wrist wouldn't stop
serrated skin
fucked up my tattoo a little
but as I tried to place my head up right
stacked on bones so brittle
the nouse fell off
which in turn made me throw up
blue pills
an amount that could fill the bottle back up
this murky liquid reeked of alcohol, depression and shame
to the mirror, back
eye fucking the only person to blame
when I noticed a white paper
covered in blood and stomach fluid
open it up and skimmed through
It read:
Dear miss lady who shall remain nameless
I wrote you this letter
enclosed, my body and soul
and these random but calculated acts I thought were painless
hurt more than being in love with you
so as my face appears cyanotic, blue
similar to that j. holiday song
suffocate
and with this noose I can't breath
deceived me
so I aimed for my temporal lobe

in hopes I couldn't hear the lies anymore
the hole makes my brain cold
at least it stopped the alarm clock
even the advertisement on the pills lied
I lie there waitin to fall asleep

heart slowed

although I was still wide awake
couldn't eat or slumber
body grew limp and number
and the diagnosis was you
it was only after I my wrist
to get

the last of this love out
I became light headed and tired
Still wired

from the 3 empty patron bottles on the bedroom floor
convulsed a bit
alcohol poisoning isn't as funny as it looks on TV
But at least I ate

fell far from awake
I'm in really bad shape
save me
just tell me you love what I was

can i have that satisfaction
I know I may look different

from you're NY winter

but at least you can look beneath the surface

know this is real
see my mind isn't lying
I'm not insensitive
can't you see my wrists are crying
and on the bathroom floor you can see that my insides do count
please take me back
the clock is ruined
but we still got time...

right?
tell me
the suspense is killing me

Or did I do a better job?

25 Things-ahhhhh

2009-02-15T15:03:00.000-08:00

1. when i was 17, a girl told my friend that if I said hi to her she would give me head...

of course I obliged, who am I to destroy her hopes and dreams.

2. I told at least 7 times a week I have no heart and am by far the coldest person walking this earth. Then someone told me I have no soul. I'm cynical, sue me.

3. I don't think I'm meant for anyone. My sole purpose on earth is to make females realize they'd rather be with the asshole that makes them feel like they're the best out of all the other girls a guy is talking to. Dream high, you're always some body's number one. Fuck a number, I just want to be IT.

4. I been called a mind-fucker more times then I've ever been called my proper name.

5. Pussy

yea that's it.

6. I truly believe I was a poet or a philosopher or an etymologist in my past life. Yes I'm a buddhist, sue me.

7. I love words more than food and #5.

8. Bright eyes and braces do it for me. oh and silky ass hair... not the store brought stuff.

9. I'm by far the biggest sucker when I'm in like or in love. But as soon as the I feel the bullshit creeping, I'm totally disinterested. I go from 200% to 15% in bugati speed.

10. I just want to win. Is that to much to ask for?

11. I'm too observant, which can be good or bad. I notice everything. I'm might be the biggest creep I know.

12. If you know one line from purple rain by heart, you got me and/or if you look like apollonia or vanity.

13. My dog is a rapist. He has somodized my leg to the point I where hockey leg guards. He's actually staring at my leg as I type this and licking his lips.

14. I have yet to work at my full potential. I give everything besides love 48.7%. My teachers think I'm a genius and if I studied I'd get 100 on every test. I settle for 70s, 80s, and 90s.

15. Serendipity is my favorite movie of all time. It keeps the little faith I have left in the XX homo-sapian species, alive.

16. I think GOD is a female and she is tormenting me but my struggle shows me that she loves me. -_-

17. When I buy an all white audi s5, I will first paint it teal (my favorite color) then drive in it naked and masturbate in the front seat until I climax. Thats the only female that can have my kids, can you say OWNED.

18. Love is a trap, love is a game, love is a projection that has your name.

19. I've always hated history and english. English especially. Ironically. I'm a poet. That is my way of raging against the machine and sticking it to the man in a very non-homosexual way.

20. If a person you don't particularly know or like talks about you, it's called hating. If its your friend doing the same, its called a warning. I can't count how many times people have warned other people about me. I love my friends.

21. I took a pole on january 1st, 2009 and found out that a guy would rather a girl talk to anyone accept me.

22. I have about 10 tongue tricks; 9.7 of them are banned in the USA.

23. I have a really big fucking nose and I don't think I'm that attractive, but girls do so I guess it works. I'm just not that into me.

24. I love pain, not physical pain but pain. i.e. tattoos, biting, scratching, hair pulling, hot wax, etc.

25. I stopped giving a fuck about public opinion when I found out one of my x-girlfriends is a insane pathological whore. I was 17.

and lastly if my dad had no feet I'd still tell him to kick rocks.

Top Chef

2009-01-22T16:00:00.000-08:00

I'm not a food critic by any means
and will not attempt to become one in this post
at most
this is a mere critique
based on appearance
presentation and taste
doubt anyone can relate
and it all starts from the first date
i suggest you be picky about where and what you eat
that's quite rare in this day
people are eating McDonald's, Burger King, and Wendy's
i don't like my food fast
or too slow
or had before
i favor a nice seat, quaint atmosphere
take my time and make it worth time spent
some place with a style
a bit edgy
attracts big crowds
but not everyone is let in
i want the only reservation
spotless table
la perla lace setting
OBGYN clean
so there
I could eat anywhere
although there's isn't any eating utensil's
before indulging
the smell entraps my nose
trace the outside like a stencil
with my tongue and lips
slowlyfrom the base of the plate
to the top
neat freaking
so none falls
nothing spills as I sip
down my cheeks
as it drips
food turns me on
long for it's flavors
savor each
from this particular chef
have it delivered
sit in
take out
whatever
praying the taste never leaves my lips
dance on my tongue's tip
mastication masturbation
no condom
as much I desire intellect
this isn't as complex
simply taste bud sex
marriage between food and mouth
until climatic divorce
like parting lips
after a sensual kiss
i miss it
please don't leave...
my face
too delicious to give up
too scrumptious to be late
too delectable to let waste
unless this is a race
I'm going turtle pace
then accelerate
I was told I eat fast
but when its so good
i crave seconds and thirds
sometimes...
until whispers turn into loud words
only commands, adjectives, and verbs
are sufficient to describe
this palate
or mine
tastefully divine
particular
where i choose
always left satisfied
and I satisfy
this diner replied
the chef
kept my mouth watering
tongue wet
unique ingredients
just right
left
me wanting more
phenomenal
promise to
keep the recipe a secret if she tells me
or come back
again
and again
and again
and again
price... less
gratuity would not suffice
french the cook
rave reviews
eat til I'm full
face turns blue

compliments to..

No Assembly Required

2009-01-21T15:37:00.000-08:00

If there was a user safety guide
Mine would be full of intriquet lies
All safety and operating instructions should be read before used
Retained in a secure place when frequently abused
Heed warnings, and adhere to all
I should not be used unless you're equipped to fall... deeply in love and hate
Situated away from the heat
Unless in a moment of passion or agruement connected to my heart at all times
Until broken or stepped on
Lied to or crept on
Clean with a dry stare and make believe
Care should be taken
Otherwise let me drop and let deviousness and deciet spill into my openings
service me at your own discretion... or mine
(Cunning wink of my eye)
When:
My titinium reinforced power-supply has been damaged
When your lies have filled my apertures
I've ben exposed to countless melancholy days
When I appear not to operate or change in my performance
Literally and figuratively cold in a sense
This product may contain dents
love struck, hence
Empty pens
Broken pencils
Crumbled paper
Over worked and labored
Straight face and seldom blinks
Long eyelashes and tattoo ink
Angel hair, a big nose
Van sneakers, fitted clothes
Poets lies and big brown eyes
Intellectual and intelligent
Sexual
Doesn't calculate time spent
Kind
My love is hellen keller blind
Not deaf
Hears and remembers, yet
Very forgiving
Never forgets
Durable and enduring but with a catch
You have to have the up most respect
Operates best when you're wet
Banana appeal and well kept
Too honest and often bold
An unheld tongue
And when captivated, you are the only one
Although when mishandled
Turns cold as the titanium casing
You couldn't warm with love candles
And when ties are severed
Its gone, lost, finished, not The End
...The Forever
No need to squint
Just follow the instructions
There's no fine print
No warranty or return policy
just don't mention
Covet my privacy
So if your ready to purchase
aim at the target and shoot it
batteries not included

Martyrdom

2008-12-11T16:11:00.000-08:00

standing at the horizon

trying

to hold the sun up

so this day won't end

third degree burns

love scorches worst

human sized crematory

chest is a hearst

repetition is the father of learning

but yearn

is a pair of onyx black ray bans

blinding you from the same mistakes

so you play yourself

feelings on repeat

masturbating never felt this good

but like all addictions

it keeps calling

like you're mad at it

but don't want to speak

when you know you really do

so it will leave back to back messages

you give in and answer

call back

another three month phone call

'til your heart hangs up

like the clothes in your closet

you push to the back

when spring rains

murder cold winters

but some girls wear uggs in the summer

the dumb and dumber types

that can't tell the difference between seasons

let alone the distinct discrepancies

between love and lust

in love and like

love making and a nut

in this trail mix of a world

i guess a cashew can be an almond

you can be a wife without a diamond

hallucinations can arrange carbon atoms into an isometric-hexoctahedral crystal lattice

on a ringless finger

and fears of loneliness

although accompanied by affliction

will make you loiter and linger

hoping for change

but like a new york city bumb

pennies come and go

never stays long

heart homeless once again

nothing helps you stay on your feet permanently

no shelters or support groups for love losers

just alcoholics anonymous for the drinking

intravenous feeding for the anorexics when you stop eating

yet they never seem to pick up on the suicide hotlines

ironic, the eerie resemblance of a dial tone and a flat line

Wireless

2008-11-24T19:36:00.000-08:00

apologies died in Eden

so sorry's don't work here

when feelings are hurt

so spare me and you and this world

which is my heart, with no Atlas

perhaps when

you spoke

you thought those repetitive words would faze me

highly mistaken

that phrase so familiar

i know it like the back of my hand

or maybe more like the front

they covered, from forehead to chin, many a time

tears drip from unworked palms

this eye faucet needs repairing

what the fuck do you know about caring

my existence, the bane

you are a virtuoso in hurt and pain

forget broken clocks

forever is a naive state of mind

i ache like new church shoes with no socks

i wonder if GOD could heal my worn feet

or time's

since it will never stand still again

these moments will pass

my heart's failed once more

pills just slow it down

you can explain 'til they come home

the cows

no bluetooth, verizon sucks

i can't hear you now

or ever

OH...

there's my ear piece

(to be continued, what can i say, i punish myself (AS ALWAYS))

Obituary

2008-10-08T21:09:00.000-07:00

Girls love flowers
So today I brought a bouquet of black roses
To take to my hearts funeral
Encased in a skinny tattooed casket
But she didn't even show up to show respect
So I mourn all by my lonesome
This about the fourth funeral I've been to in my life
I don't usually do these
But I can't help that I'm a necrophiliac
Torture myself with emotional daggers, love whips, sexual asphyxia
Pain turns me on
Makes my dick hard
I climax when my heart is broken
Toes curl when I'm lied to
Moan when I'm cheated on
Scream when you never have time for me
Bite my lip when you make me sad
Eyes roll in the back of my head when you move on
When you say your done with me, I just want to eat it
I'm naughty
A hurtful freak
Pain lusting nymphomania
Your serpents tongue is orgasmic
Hurt me some more
Let me see how far you can go
Blow me
My hearts a slut
This mind's a virgin
My ears are dirty whores
My hand is a pimp
My eyes are abstinent
Only when I'm with you
So all I ask is for the next one is to show up to my hearts funeral
I've already brought the flowers
You don't have to say any words...

You've done enough

I always wanted to kno...

2008-10-06T19:49:00.000-07:00

where do you go to get a broken heart fixed?

and when your emotions are mixed

who sorts them out?

where's the "in love" hole you fall into?

is there even a ladder to climb out?

are you a thief if you take someone's breath away?

and on the brightest days

i've seen countless clouds

which is the ninth one?

if can barely stand them when your with them

how can't you live without him?

how can you still feel empty if someone completes you?

if I'm your air, when I leave, do you turn blue?

do you suffocate?

why would you wish for a night to last forever

if you want to be with me 'til the end of days?

am I your baby?

or your Daddy?

am I your Lover?

or your Boyfriend?

what would "IT" be at second sight?

if you never felt like this before, and this doesn't work out

then...

1 2 3

2008-09-11T17:54:00.000-07:00

art... =/

barely,

conceited

delusions,

eclectically

furnished

grammar.

hypercritical

individuals

justify

kenosis.

lack

morals.

narcissistic

objectives.

persistently

question

radiolucence.

shamelessly

tasteless

unless

vivid

without

xesturgy,

yielding

zealousness

Ruby Veneer

2008-09-10T19:15:00.000-07:00

There's this room in my chest that reeks of asbestos and formaldehyde

where feelings are lost and love died

near dead emotions and in one corner my heart screams and cries

from estrogen driven actions and mind's lies

murderous looks and bothered sighs

cold hugs and diamond cutting eyes

if it were any other way

tomorrow's yesterday's today

you couldn't base it on legitimacy

sub zero kisses

black roses, so numb

caught in a love conundrum

a spectacular caricature of intimacy

a rose, a red one

petal-less

in the midst of an entrapping kiss

i am but a stem

in an empty garden...

love is the best facade

Just Tell Me

2008-09-03T16:46:00.000-07:00

I write unrehearsed

no protection, raw verse

fuck her mind

make her thoughts moan with the progression of each line

sex her intellect

her third eye dripping. so wet

entice her with metaphors

her ears yearn for more and more

subconscious rhythmically pulsates

temperature rises, increased heart rate

closed-minded, this poem unfolds, yet blinded

she clinches her brain tighter

intrigued by this triple X writer

listen closely, she opens her ears wider

so i wrote slow and deep

she drenches the mead notebook sheets

now imagine if i use my mouth and speak

my pronunciations make her soul weak

covers her auricles because she can't take any more

screams my name

pushes my lips closer

so the words go deeper

"speak faster Free"

i don't normally do this on the first reading, i said

i don't normally listen, so i hope we're not speeding, she plead

and what followed had me mistaken

if you called home heaven or hell

the angelic nastiness you posses

made you by far the best

therefore hard to tell

and you want me to tell you more

i oblige

and for this night i'll be your poetic whore

or yours, if you want me to

imagine

The Persistence Of a Fabricator

2008-08-22T06:05:00.000-07:00

i am a liar

from the tip of my toe nail

to the curl of hair follicle

where my brain begins

to where my spinal cord ends

the greatest falsifier will...

tell you they care

because thats exactly what you want to hear

and she wants to hear, and she wants to hear

but thats my baby mother

her, she my whenever I want to go there

you're my right now, right here

i love you. you, and you

your world is charged with the grandeur of my delusions

fervent hopes

my good dick enhances these illusions

her chimera

and the other her's pipe dreams

I'm not at all what I seem

but my persistence makes you believe

I am the footnote beneath deceive

so when you read this

and I'm found out

you'll can say what you want

rant and rave

it will only increase my stock value

claim me more fame

I will be your asshole, your son of a bitch, your dog, your motherfucker, your lame

I will stare right in those homely eyes

lie through the dental floss opening in my teeth

take none of the blame

remember you said you've never met anyone like me

so how can all men be the same

maybe all women are unchanged

indifferent

you all fall for the same thing

appreciate my art

your mind is my canvas

your ear is my art gallery

my media is fibs, lies, figments, and phantasms

my preserver is my sex

keep your eyes fixed and your soul intertwined with orgasms

so when or if I do decide to slip up

and the fam-I-LIAR seems out of place

just please look past this blue hue of my face

that is so fabulist

think back to my genuine voice

my sincere words

our coitus interruptus

and the fact you ignored my lisp [some ppl said this particular line they didn't understand, but just think how a SNAKE sounds]

dear you

my lies

sincerely, a forehead kiss

how true this isn't, or is this?

Autopsy Report

2008-08-01T14:08:00.000-07:00

Today I was found dead outside of my poem
body word riddled
laying in a pool of verbs
pen gripped tight in my right hand
but i couldnt pull the ink quick enough
so as love stood opposite of me
approximately 5 feet
because I promised myself I'd never let her get that close again
or fall so deep in it
but I dug a hole 6 feet
and now ironically we're here
duel stance
and she shot faster than me
see, this is the story
time and time again
love has hurt me
so when i finally did enough push-ups
lift 100 pound wieghts to leave her
she couldn't comprehend
its either me
or your going to be slow fucking this here concrete
gasping for air, because the dirt is so sweet
foreplay with casket sheets
this love bitch is crazy
so i reached for my pen
but what i wrote didn't hurt
these poems barely fazed her
as I'm scribbling verbosely
she pulled my heart from her L
loaded it with familiar words
now I'm writing faster
she pulls the trigger slowly
"Nigga drop that pen and come back to me"
raise my hand and aim it at her O
she lets off with no hesitation
her eyes don't even blink
and as the words spew from my heart
hits me so forcefully
she says "One day, I could have loved you back"
tears fallin down her V's
my body dropped
leaking the most grammatic nouns, pronouns, verbs, and adjectives
did I deserve this
am I that cynical and love negative
I had no faith in her
underestimated her so greatly
but I'd take this icebox any day
than a heart with a lady and no warranty
fuck LOVE

what happened to killing me softly?

I wrote this in "some alley"

2008-07-16T16:00:00.000-07:00

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

2008-07-14T15:59:00.000-07:00

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 =/

Untitled

2008-07-10T18:55:00.000-07:00

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

2008-07-10T18:53:00.000-07:00

Untitled

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

Pride

2008-05-13T17:49:00.000-07:00

Your eyes scream so loudy
But your lips only look
I hold on to my silence so proudly
My heart is what you took

that's It lol

Just Stop

2008-05-12T14:11:00.000-07:00

Lay there unmotivated
Doesn't take much 2 flick the light switch
Fake smile, seemingly elated
A ladder maybe, to climb down that ditch
Old moves don't work, two-step out-dated
Use to cut rug, tears still marked by a stitch
But those cold words your voicebox stated
Your hand over your forehead as your fingers twitch
Not at all what i thought it should be, highly over-rated
Or maybe you explained wrong or its a matrix glitch
Because I wouldn't have disposed of this watch, time wasted
Or am i mistaken, at the part of which
That was so dolorous, made you take down negated
No explanation, still stcratching my head, confused itch
No regrets, but if put off and waited
Same story, fuck next time, place switch
Not too much work, uninspired and undedicated
the growing up is poor, but my words are still rich

[sidebar: don't ask me what it means, and if you don't get it, then I did my job]

SIGH

2008-05-08T15:40:00.000-07:00

If they had ear cocaine this would be IT. ITs too many genre's to describe or place i one category but I kno it will be freakishly under-rated. This is my summer pick for 008. Santogold is SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MEAN. Fav track- L.E.S. Artistes.

l8rz

YEA SO UMMMM.....

2008-04-21T18:32:00.000-07:00

the new season
of GOSSIP GIRLS
is fawkin crack...

yea thats it

Beautiful Weather

2008-04-19T22:36:00.000-07:00

The weather has been off and on lately. Fuck is up with that? Just finished watchin Ratatouille, one of my favorite animated movies. Had the meanest hang over all day. Jamie's lil shindig @ G+G last nite was too much fun. I vomitted everywhere. Sorry ummpa. Came home, dropped my keys in front of the door after I opened it, could have sworn I put them on the fridge. Then I fell asleep fully clothed with one sneaker on. My mom says I'm an alcoholic =/ . I drink alot. I have alot on my mind sometimes and for those half-a-days I forget, its all worth IT. Sidebar: I love my bff tiffany, she is my heart, and she still kissed me goodnite even though I vomitted everywhere. =] This tension headache is killing me. I need some pills or some or a slavic chick who says yes to everything cause she can't understand what I'm saying.

OUCH

2008-04-16T16:26:00.000-07:00

EVERYBODY NOSE

MY PRISON

I think I'm addicted to ANTM -_- , Fatima is a beast in the looks department :::lion roar:::. And I think i wana marry Katarzyna =D But uhhra yea... I've been gettin mine blown alot lately. I'm constantly aggrivated and irratated. A change of scenary is needed ASAP. New gossip girls episodes starting on the 21st so my monday nites won't b half blah anymore. Sidebar: my sidekick dies @ the end of this year.

You ever feel so many ways all at once

2008-04-15T16:33:00.000-07:00

got a disturbing text and it just was unecessary and full of bullshit. If you can't take the kind of person I am why choose to deal with me. Ohhh sin you're so interesting, you're so real, you're so this and that yet I'm so cold. Yes I am all of these things. Can I just live bullshit free? Peassssssssssssssssssssssseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. I DO NOT WANT A GIRLFRIEND GET IT THROUGH YOUR THICK SKULLS. I am hard to read for a reason and if non-matriculated you wouldn't even begin to fathom the kind of person I am let alone how to deal with me or be on my level or bring something equally as good to the table. This goes for friends and females alike.

prior to these feelings
admiration for everything that is you
caught the wind
bottled it in a bottle, blue
an impossible feat
the fact that the spaces between these fingers
prevents the possession of air which is everywhere
still. this summer breeze lingers
and now you have a piece of it
familiar emotions won't be de ja vu
in the entrapment of homely arms
noon skies turned a purple, orange hue
the moon walks down a star-lit street
eyes glued to conversant pavement
routine nights of a distant past
present memories, not like days when
the difference between sure and indifference
too good to be true words
starting line reads "100 % Trust," gradually sweats out
now you don't know what to think because of sincere verbs

to be cont. (i can't finsih shit yo, wtf is up)

l8r

The Key To Life Is

2008-04-15T14:12:00.000-07:00

I drink so much of this its ridiculous but it keeps the face clear @ the same time i use the bathroom @ least 10 times a day. Its worst because I have to use it the worst as soon as I get on the train to go home. Can you say torture? But thats neither here nor there. [Sidebar: I like that new Mike Jones song, its hella catchy] I'm having a fall back attack. I been single for so long, looks like thats going to be the story for a little while longer. My last 2 brief encounters don't count. I just can't deal and its always because of unavoidable bullshit. Somethings got to give. I just need to get of here, like dead ass -_- . As soon as I'm interested or see myself putting time into something I think is worth it, here comes a bullshit bomb that explodes in my face or I have to prove myself which is not really a problem but I don't have any hidden motives. TRUST is the longest word in the dictionary. Sidebar: I'm going over seas to marry a slavic chick, I need a girl that speaks no english. Anyways here:

i aint got nothing right now but this

"harder than sign language with no fingers to a deaf person"

bbl

Midterms=1 step closer to my future goal

2008-04-13T18:05:00.000-07:00

So i should be studying the below but the above is how i feel about it
Who know's what diagram is going to be on the test but I have to memeorize 'em all
This is my save me look

anyways i been missing out on on alot of things becuase of school but hey it will all pay off in the end. I'm not missing much, but I would like to go to paris next summer which is in the works, LA in august (GOD willing) and somewhere hot for christmas break in december, fuck this summer cause I'll be in school while all the hoodlums are outside not knowing how to act, but hey thats every New York summer, can't wait for graduation, I need some much needed "ME" time. Everyday that spasses I'm one step closer to one of my many goals. When things fall into place you can't help but smile, I love all ya'll, this is for you:

hope is hopeless

unless in the end

there is faith to depend on

i'd want to live forever

is there a clever scheme

i can use to sow the seams of my life together

so that i may never lose you

i forgot to pray to live these years in youth

hopeless this is, i'm too uncouth

but you are moved

words fill your mind paper

i speak too many

lost the page number, no stapler

but if you don't understand

i wish to know all languages

or could a simple gesture

such as holding hands

speak voluminous volumes

is this too much

shall i turn it down a notch

if time were infinite

i'd go on forever

new batteries for your stop watch

all i'm saying is that

i want to be with your for as long as the opposite of never

or is that phrase to clever

for whoever

may read this

or not

wheter they like it or not

is not really a concern of mine

like you ought to be

one choice, indefinitely

now see

if i where cupid

i'd hav a desert eagle .50 millimeter bow

shoot you close range

as you fell in love

catch you before the second hand on the clock changed

or is that too dangerous of a metaphor

to be con't

I Get On Extra Grind When Its Dinner Time

2008-04-10T18:39:00.000-07:00

LMFAO

so yea i cooked all the food in the house and this was the only thing left, blueberry fawkin pop tarts and 3 sips of fiji, if this is what my life has been reduced too? its quite sad ANYWAYS yea it was really good and i'm still a lil uninspiried, school is racking my brain, i need some me time, i need to get away, and write, write WRITE, i miss those nights when 4 page poems came to me rightbefore i went to sleep, fuck is up with me. i love all of you and everyone who has been showin love and who likes my wordplay, i really appreciate it, so this is for u [sidebar: this is going to be hella whack, it's one of my off nites]

roses are red

violets are blue

boogers are green

nah i'm just playing

trying to figure out what to say and

nothin comes to mind

its like that writers block kind

of feeling when try to make words come together

forever thats what you said we would bee

za have the sweetest honey i've ever

had one of those situations happen

to be the funniest thing i havent heard since

when did she start dating him

and her dont make a good couple

of hours ago you said you loved me

and who? nah that bitch is lying

is all you ever do

you remember the first time

to go get somethin worth living for

every word that is written has meaning

that this poem is everywhere

is a place i've never traveled but would like to go

away and dont come back

to what i was saying at the beginning about roses

have the sharpest thorns

in my side is what you are

n't you with him, i could have sworn

testimony and you put your life on it

never ceases to amaze me the things you come up with

me is what you should be but your confused

to why i even give a fuck

that shit, i deserve everything i get

is what you don't [you don't get it, get it]

even know my name

3 things you like about me

and you don't mix

that with the sugar

honey ice tea, you have to be the one

plus one equals two

of us need to compromise and come to an agree

to disagree cause this shit doesn't make any sense

that your hesitant and shy

away from me and your distant

thoughts is what wrote this poem

doesnt even rhyme but its mine

goodbye

Back Like I Never Left

2008-04-08T21:06:00.001-07:00

F R E Emperor

i have been gone for a lil while, 1. bcuz i have been uninspired and IAW 2. bcuz my computer decided to crash when i needed it most, but thats neither here nor there, i'm back, i've missed you and i hope you've missed me, so this is for you

ida

ida

ida

ida

ida

ida like to get to kno you better
maybe in warmer weather
face the sun together
or would you rather

do something else
with your time?

un-tar my heart

pluck these feathers

fuck, i gather

i'll see you when school ends and the better

becomes the weather

ida

ida

ida

ida

ida hate for you not to feel the same

Rock Band Fiend

2008-04-01T19:43:00.000-07:00

so i jus brought this today and i ben on it since i got home

BAND NAME: Snuck In The Back Door
Members: Freezer (Leader & Guitarist), Metal Face (Drummer), Slacker J (vocalist)

this is anothewr reason fo rme to stay home

Ohhh you trippin noww

2008-03-31T18:03:00.000-07:00

you have no fuckin idea the play count of this song or this album, only one can relate

are you, are you that somebody? or is it you ben lovin on somebody else?

WHAT THE HELL YOU TALKIN BOUT?

Kinda back

2008-03-30T18:41:00.000-07:00

this is for you

memories, the replies were always "Cause..."
i love you's answered
is uncurable cancer
i'm no longer the romancer i was
i could make you feel
something so fake
because no matter how long you stay awake
the day will always come to an end
the REAL is your dreams
so don't wake up
here is the only place where
you can place a seat on top of the world and sit
that emotion wasn't manifested by me
surely, i fed you sincere words
held you geniunely
but this was all a facade, you see
that wasn't at all me
you are the prettiest untruth
like those before and after ads
but you were after first and before last
said you've been through alot of shit in your past
men all wearing the same mask
and for this broadway play, you borrowed it
what a perfect fit
a table, two places set, and i sat there and got fed shit
and i desired that taste
it was the best shit i've ever tasted
seconds' if i may
to be away for a day was like mayhem
we had this odd chem... istry
you made me love that seat
when we were incomplete
because we couldn't stand eachother
when we were away from one another
but together
was like the best weather
a summer afternoon
a minute past was too soon
i wish those full moons would never end
i would have taped it to the darkness for you
black skies never again to turn bright blue
i'm a special kind of fool
not the yellow bus kind
the love is blind, you took over my mind, love and hate thin line, kind
then I was a can't sleep, no food, can't eat, cry out my eyes blood weep
thats just my heart you can sweep that up too, type
look to the light
and pray
I pray not to feel, not to touch, to see
and i would pray not to hear, unless
its pointless
if lies sound the same to the deaf

wtf is up

2008-03-30T13:13:00.000-07:00

yooo, can anybody tell me if your born with allergies of do you get them, cause my ass been sneezing for the last 24 hours and its starting to piss me off a lil bit. Anywys havent wrote to you guys in a while, been kind of uninspired and going through some revolving door shit, but we'll see what happens. Free Your Mind... i really need to do that, and Lula thanx for that email it was some real shit and I'm sooooooo fucking with it.Oh yea, i fucking got two vesicles cooking grits, shit splattered on my fingers grrrrrrrrrrr [a vesicle is a small fluid filled sac, usually due to 1st or 2nd degree burns, your welcome]. I AM ME

mad rugged, in need of a shape up ASAP

2008-03-27T07:43:00.000-07:00

starting to think this is what my days have been reduced to, but I've been getting alot of positive feedback and frankly I can'tstop, I have alot on my mind and I want to share it, if you don't mind. Took the day off from school and now I'm just sitting here about to go crazy with words, I love you and I love your eyes for reading these, hope you enjoy, this is for you

what did you think I would say

deep down, I was a convenience

something to numb the pain

memories of him go away

but when its blissful and good at home

bed no longer cold, and you don't feel alone

you leave my heart stale

now its so right, where you couldn't stay

and if he loves you, then may

you live forever and a day

asthetic deciever and the gullable believer

not as niave as you thought

these stevie wonders work perfectly

see

I wasn't blind

your lies were fog to my mind

pupils dialated because at one time you were excitement

somethin new, somethin i looked foward to, like when

I couldn't wait to feel the homelyness of your palm

when there was no music, you were my favorite song

tell me why is "feel right" so wrong

why without you a tic toc feels a year long

i hope each tic toc eats you alive

your tongue killed you, verbal suicide

actions scream, words sell hopeless dreams

words cut open then try to sow back the seam

I'm not to blame

surreal story, amazing graphics, you created a great game

scratched CD, now the songs are all the same

have no fear, everythings fine

remember this happens all the time

i've

done what I can to revive

in my world, your suffocated, oxygen deprived

what you were has died

FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

I was in love, when you were alive

a field of tattoo flowers

2008-03-26T14:39:00.000-07:00

jus got home from school, day kind of dragged, a real blahhhhh 8-4 kind of day, i need a XXX vitamin water and i have this itch for another tattoo, how i miss the pain, a lil sex wouldn't hurt either, or jus mayb someone genuine to spend time with, i miss my bff btw, sidebar: asha has some powerful word skills =], anyways here you go

a word
no matter how many letters has so much power
but when comin from your mouth
words that were so sweet, became so sour
my ears recieve
those words decieve
love in your voice is just a four letter curse
remember need and want and can't live without
i yearned for those
starved myself from other females
hungry for your heart details
your tongue ails poison my body
the most beautiful liar
nothing more than a belt notch
after you threw away
what you told me was your favorite watch
i was a genuine time piece
or at least
that what you said
now a waste of time
a minute too long, a second dead
i was the best thing that happened
so whats the worst thing that didn't
i don't know how to treat a woman
a disappointment, no effort put forth
where were these words, why were they hidden
so calculated, love cries
my heart dries out, a drought, and die
sex moans are now cold sighs
i guess thats my fault too
i run from questions
miscommunication
feelings irrelevant, not mentioned
tension so thick
fuck love, LOVE makes me sick
remember when you said
and you promised
and you plead
remember you were the warmest part of my bed
nah, you probably wouldn't
you said you couldn't
go through that again
repent from this sin
but tell me if it ever was this good
tell me when
rip my heart from my arms
no harm done
the alram was disarmed
your a magician with charm
i hope home is his arms
i don't really do
i say these things because hurt won't let me say i love you
hurt won't let me need
or understand
or express
i loved you, yes
but that was yesterday

I so should be doing my pharmacology homework

2008-03-25T17:43:00.000-07:00

but my vitamin water is finish and my pop-tarts are hot, AIM on the sidekick is blowin mine n as u can see ima fiend cuz I'm AIM'n mad hard on the pc, but as I'm sittin here, I realized ima fat n lonely person on the inside, but I'm workin on that, anyways this is for you

I'd give her my heart
If she could make me smile everyday
I'd give her my soul
If frowns were always this way
Upside down
Only if she doesn't mind picking my heart
Up from the ground
Just left of her night gown
She could keep it
Right on top of hers
Like when my face is buried in her neck
Engulfed in her body heat and eachothers sweat
Fall asleep to that love beat in her chest
This only lasts for one night
Maybe even less
Right back
to her putting on her dress
Me,
Left fronting
If she leaves my world won't be right side up
My mind says stay
My throat barely moist, dry mouth
Just stay with me 'til day breaks
And we'll put it back together, together
I want you to be
That person
When weather taps us on the back
We turn around confident
Now open that book
Pick a page
I promise I won't look
And pass it to me
Did you choose page seventeen?
See
Thats says it all
And all over again that dress begins to fall
I praised newton's law of gravitation
this is something new
hopefully somethin you would want to get use to
or maybe not
"get use to" is somethin you use to get
she said be spontaneous
be something I won't forget
be my catchers mit
only if you'll be my home base
cloud 81, a catch 22, love potion number 9
so selfish, a childs favorite word
mine
melted this icebox, filled this hollow chest
love architect, hard hat, heart cement
est unknown, 1 sincere plaza, in love edifice
builder anonymous
i havent met her yet

Pussy Personification

2008-03-25T16:41:00.000-07:00

If pussy had emotions
I'd make her cry
And if it was death
I'd die
Open the casket and lie
Right in it
If it was truth
I'd bend it, NO
Tell it like it is
Because they say the truth will set you free
If it could see
I'd want to be
The first thing it set its eyes upon
If pussy was gone
I'd want to be where it left to
And if it was blue
I'd cheer her up
I'd drink from it
If pussy was a cup
If I fell on bad times
Pussy would be good luck
If I was at the lowest degree of sadness
Pussy would be my bliss
I'd give her a tongue kiss
If she was a french lady
She'd be as sweet as sadie
Like that R. Kelly song
I don't want to be right
If pussy is wrong
Or left even
If she was leaving
I'd chase
I'd catch pussy if it was a case
And if it was coke
I'd sniff that line
And if she were mine
She'd be nine
And I'd be seven
Because thats what I eight
I'd never be on time
If pussy was late
And if pussy was great
I'd be tony the tiger
If she was annoying
I'd wouldn't mind her
I'd find her
If she was lost
I'd be an employee
If pussy was the boss
However much she was
I'd pay pussy's cost
She'd be number 11 on the chinese lunch special
Extra general tso's chicken sauce
I'd be exhaust... ed
If pussy was a race
I'd be first place
Out-running everyone's pace
I'd love it when I'm in her

prescence
This is my homage to you
Pussy

I hope y0u get this message

Meriam Webster

2008-03-25T16:35:00.001-07:00

A foolish, unreasonin, or extravagant attraction
an object of extreme, short-lived passion
infatuation defined
u r my infatuation personified, see synonyms at love t
hat's wut i can't find the definition of, or evn a reason
y ur voice sparks my libido
or y ur words mek me feel fetal
or y i dream vivid porn scenes
or y u remind me of christmas mornin
this is no mere...
infatution, or promise or pinky swear,
its has to b more,
patient to see wuts in store
this is a nail-biting novel, an unfinished movie
a feeling of intense desire n attraction toward a person with whom one is disposed to make a pair
unexplainable elation
love defined
see synonyms at infatuation.

2008-03-24T17:52:00.000-07:00

My fear is empire state tall
4 me 2 put that parachute on again n fall

but @ 1 time i would have, with no chute @ all
after a couple years or months

you'd hear a loud thump
2 many times I took this love jump
walked 2 the edge, close my eyes, arms out, stepped off the ledge and drop
but when in love this fall should never stop
it should be like pouring water

into a bottomless cup
you should never have 2 get up

my fear stems from this
my body bruised from torturous bliss
i let love kill me over and over again
i fall get up n fall once again
hav u eva ben thru that
now you tell me about being fucking attached
or how you've been hurt in the past
and I'll show you my body cast
and the once wet plaster that surrounds my heart
now hard and holds together all the parts
you would think i was masochistic
let love kill me 2 wake and embrace love and kiss it
I'm foolish only because of this
my feelings caught up in my hearts sub-plot
and with love thas as far as I got...

Pralines n' Cream

2008-03-24T17:43:00.000-07:00

my weakness, enough said

How many can relate?

2008-03-24T17:28:00.000-07:00

i don't wana try again with any one, but i would like to be met half way, or even half way of half way, i want something new, something so not new york, you know? i want a los angeles, las vegas, houston, baton rouge, atlanta, miami, detroit, chicago, oklahoma city, salt lake city, des moines, rhode island female me, is that too much to ask for? where are you baby? call me or respond

Carpal Tunnel

2008-03-24T17:19:00.001-07:00

my life in a nutshell

lupe's The Cool in heavy rotation

sidekick LX

and a $1 lighter

all i need is a semi perfect girlfriend

any suggestions?

Academy Award

2008-03-23T16:01:00.000-07:00

The greatest poetry comes from pain
stab my heart with this pen
blood vessels ink stained
love is a game
happiness the same
and i neva win
thus a loser
name... less
this torment is my bliss
and my admiration grows on for the worlds greatest actresses
lay w/ devils in blue dresses
unconcious as she cuts these angel wings i grow back after every fall
5'6 but my ego is 7 feet tall
and it blinds me
a shroud
so i can't see
she walks on black clouds
can't hear her 4 inch heels as she creeps
maybe as much afraid of the leap as i am
but that's no excuse to be stuck backwards
if you werent lookin 2 move foward keep the car in reverse
and let me walk straight
as my heart follows in a hearst
what a scene
my senses aren't as keen... as i thought
up in the caught
i have nothin left
or right
how bout you
line goes flat
skin goes pale
lips go blue
nominees are
the oscar goes to