August 2011
39 posts
Falling: The Response...
When I see you I get scared, I get scared of what our future could be, will it be beautiful or will it be failure.
Whatever the case I do know one thing I have feelings for you and I do adore all that you do, you are unlike the others; there is a uniqueness to you and it makes me want to find out all the secrets that are contained in you.
What are you hiding in your heart, your mind is so...
Windows to the Soul...
Damn when I first met you it didn’t appear to me that when I looked into your eyes I would see greater days and better nights, It was as if you were speaking to me and when I seen them I was captivated. My heart stopped and everything slowed down, for a moment it was just me and you… Silence was golden and your eyes mysterious.
I couldn’t understand why this was happening to...
“Got my Ray-Bans on and I’m feeling hella cool tonight, yeah…”...”
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You Call Yourself a Man?
You call yourself a man
You see a woman and you want to holla at her
Yet you get mad and call her a bitch when she doesn’t reply
You call yourself a man
You get a female pregnant and you can’t take care of your child
But get mad and run away and leave your child to grow up without a father
You call yourself a man
But you sag your jeans and call yourself fly
You call yourself a man
You...
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The sexiest Night in NYC…
“Common sense is genius dressed in its working clothes.” - Ralph Waldo Emerson”
Connection (A Poem)
I think I might have met the one
The one that when I run my heart skips a beat
My body paused and stares as she walks by
How I love the smell of her
Her touch gentle
Everything about her turns me on
And when i’m inside her I feel our connection
Like buttermilk pancakes on a Sunday morning
My syrup is pouring all over her soft layer
Damn this is something I been waiting to...
“Love is or it ain’t. Thin love ain’t love at all.” -Toni...”
Excerpt from Memoir...
It was interesting when I first went to speak to her, how was I suppose to tell a complete stranger about my life? How was I suppose to re-create all that has hurt me in my life? What ever the case was she was there to help me, at least that is the purpose.
I didn’t want to speak to to therapist but I had to if I was to get my life back, if I was to get back into school. Because of my...
“Half Playing, Half Serious…” - ADKD”
Damn...
Sometimes I wonder about myself as a black male in NYC, the tears of my angst continue to dread me and as I see many of my young black males it saddens me that we have become nothing more than a joke. What makes it worst is that a majority of young black women think this “swag” is cool and it makes we as black males “sexy.” So sagging pants, cargos, foams, and timbs, etc...
Interesting isn't It?
Sitting in class looking out the window, I notice the pain that continues to takeover my mind, my head now hurting has cause me to black out and I realize I no longer have a need for this bullshit. I have come to see the ugly in the human race and it makes me sick to even be associated as one. If God exist he would understand the circumstances in which he continues to put me through. Every morning...
Mental Clock...
5:22 in the morning a gentle breeze is flowing through my window, I lay restlessly on my bed, pillow folded as my head caresses against it, how soft it feels. As my eyes look up to the ceiling and the light from my fan illuminates my pupils, I can’t help to be wondering about you.
Your face on that computer screen was a constant reminder of how I missed you. How I wish technology was...
“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and...”
Letter To Self.... Retrospection
Disclaimer: If Anyone feels offended by this I apologize, “Writing is an expression of feeling that one must be able to cope with in order to endure the emotions of life…” - Mr.Esquire H.
I feel like I lost all sense of hope in this place called home. It’s like every day I have to force myself to deal with the life that I want to be happy; yet it is far from that. I want to...
Questions?
Its official my life sucks. When I think about my past and where I’m going now I feel somewhat stuck. Every time I look at my peers they seem to be doing better then me, why is this? Am I doing something wrong? or has God just completely ignored me? There are so many questions and so little answers. Sometimes I don’t know if what I’m doing is exactly the right choice, I mean...
“Many a man fails as an original thinker simply because his memory is too...”
Depression? or Another Day? (Old Piece)
Let’s state the obvious shall we, okay, first of all today was the worst day of my life, sitting at home looking at the ceiling has caused me to freak out; besides the fact that she decided to leave me, she couldn’t handle me, this is what she said as I walked her to her house, brisk the night was as we told each other how much we didn’t give a fuck about each other, somewhere...
Central Park Note # 1
Beautiful skies above me, I think of her eyes. Her words make me think of better times when I wasn’t afraid to speak my mind and let her know my heart’s true desires. What has happen to the good days, golden days, days when we wanted each other and nothing more?
This has to be a joke. This passion is nothing more than a fallacy, a dream that I’m still trying to wake up...
