Goodbye, love
I have to bid you adieu.
It's for the best, anyways.
For I am only a season in your cycle,
and you a leaf on my tree.
I see your smile from a
spy in the corner of your life,
snapshots of happiness,
the joy excites me,
been here for a while,
even before you pushed me away,
and all i can say--
"your happiness makes me more at peace".
Such noble words spoken
from a woman
who had died
at your dismissal.
Goodbye, love
I have to bid you adieu.
It's for the best, anyways.
For I am only a beauty mark
in between the crack of your @ss.
Half-truths and confusion?
Disillusions from the illusion?
I opened your heart,
studied your conscience,
and written in Sharpie,
was the answer,
yet it had been overwritten. edit
Ah, so much for that.
The stitches i craft in forgiveness
will heal well,
but leave a mark
of regret.
Goodbye, love
I have to bid you adieu.
It's for the best, anyways.
For I am only a passerby hello
While you have gone goodbye.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Monday, October 25, 2010
Shielded from Mother...
A cross-wired lattice fence
white as all
colors mixed together
in one unison,
one form,
one harmony.
Beautiful obstacle,
pure and relevant,
built by hands
of none
and hearts of millions.
Oh white fence,
you are alive with power!
Shocking bolts
of conviction
by climbing the face
of miracles,
and she falls
into green pastures,
mindlessly dwelling
in paradise.
You see,
She had set gaze
on dark horizons,
droning mob cries
and
she
couldn't help
BUT
to feed her
CURIOSITY
and
it KILLED her
that she couldn't touch
the reflection
of HER
she saw
over the fence
that
bordered.
Looming in darkness
was a part of her,
lost
and dwelling
and dying.
Severed umbilical cord;
what good is a
placenta by itself?
Will it not die without an
infant?
Eyes flushed out
the pain in her gut
as the phantom
want for need
ached in her body;
she watched
the useless
appendage
she once loved
wither outside
the fence.
Poor infant, born and
torn away from
what she knew. . .
Father?
white as all
colors mixed together
in one unison,
one form,
one harmony.
Beautiful obstacle,
pure and relevant,
built by hands
of none
and hearts of millions.
Oh white fence,
you are alive with power!
Shocking bolts
of conviction
by climbing the face
of miracles,
and she falls
into green pastures,
mindlessly dwelling
in paradise.
You see,
She had set gaze
on dark horizons,
droning mob cries
and
she
couldn't help
BUT
to feed her
CURIOSITY
and
it KILLED her
that she couldn't touch
the reflection
of HER
she saw
over the fence
that
bordered.
Looming in darkness
was a part of her,
lost
and dwelling
and dying.
Severed umbilical cord;
what good is a
placenta by itself?
Will it not die without an
infant?
Eyes flushed out
the pain in her gut
as the phantom
want for need
ached in her body;
she watched
the useless
appendage
she once loved
wither outside
the fence.
Poor infant, born and
torn away from
what she knew. . .
Father?
Friday, October 22, 2010
Individualistic society sucks.
Yeah, i was just browsing Youtube (as usual) and came across this gem.
Just listen first, and then read on.
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OK so you watched it? Cool.
Yeah........ pretty powerful eh? Yup. The heart thing made me cringe a little bit, but i LOVED Gnarls Barkley's song *reminds self to find and download*.
The message is self-explanatory, i think.
This is what I believe.
Basically, falling in love is a tough deal, and falling out of it can be even tougher. People nowadays are so quick to flee and move on at the first sign of trouble, and people have shallow ideas of commitment (OH I'm gonna only love you during the good times, I'm too young/old/busy/pretty/promiscuous to stay here and make it work when things turn sour 'cause OH I'm SOOOOOOO optimistic, storms scare me and blah blah blah) that they really do not care about the person they are supposed to be "in it" with (meaning, in a relationship with). People are also quick to fall in love with a person. All it takes nowadays is to get to "know them" (sex) and BOOM! You're there. SMH...
i have a lot of feelings about this video... i can't really form a cohesive blog with it so i will just hold on to them. What do y'all think about it?
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
for Sir...
Big red marks
of sacrificial skin
bunched together
screaming nerves
of timidity
and underlapping
the boundaries
of my bliss
as my vocal cords
chord a pleasing remark
soothing beastly
thoughts of desire
and transferring the
power of my
own will
into your strong hands
and i bind together
the thoughts
of me in you
and we
collar the moment
catch it in our grasp
the point between
yours and mine
that empty space
the thin line that
separates roles
and sorts out the confusion
that i will be yours.
of sacrificial skin
bunched together
screaming nerves
of timidity
and underlapping
the boundaries
of my bliss
as my vocal cords
chord a pleasing remark
soothing beastly
thoughts of desire
and transferring the
power of my
own will
into your strong hands
and i bind together
the thoughts
of me in you
and we
collar the moment
catch it in our grasp
the point between
yours and mine
that empty space
the thin line that
separates roles
and sorts out the confusion
that i will be yours.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
it ain't got no title, just read.
Straw pile
on the curve of my back,
on my knees
begging Master
for reprieve;
passing through
the eye of the needle,
heavy burdens in tow.
Reapers of the world
stare as i crawl
and they sneer as each place
a single strand of straw
on the curve of my back.
Teary eyed, pain radiates
from my spine,
Peripheral nervous system
sends SOS
to the rest of me,
Please, yell "No More!".
And then i see YOUR face,
twisted grin,
your tears of pain
streaming down from your eyes,
and you place
the last straw,
domino effect
of my back
as each bone
collapses,
and the pressure,
the disapproval,
the disdain
flattens me.
Now I am buried
Under the straw I carried,
I see you and
the burden you have
turn away from me
and you mutter
"Strength in the Lord?
Foolishness.
I have broken her."
Your indifference uncovered
the transference.
Straws began to
collect on your spine
as the tingling
in my fingers
dissipates.
Little do you know,
the strength I have
is not measured by
the weight on my back,
the power of my tongue nor
the wits I possess, rather
the love of God.
Within lies
incomparable strength,
as even though
the million straws I carry
have shattered my spine,
my heart still beats,
loves,
and triumphs
over any straw in my load.
on the curve of my back,
on my knees
begging Master
for reprieve;
passing through
the eye of the needle,
heavy burdens in tow.
Reapers of the world
stare as i crawl
and they sneer as each place
a single strand of straw
on the curve of my back.
Teary eyed, pain radiates
from my spine,
Peripheral nervous system
sends SOS
to the rest of me,
Please, yell "No More!".
And then i see YOUR face,
twisted grin,
your tears of pain
streaming down from your eyes,
and you place
the last straw,
domino effect
of my back
as each bone
collapses,
and the pressure,
the disapproval,
the disdain
flattens me.
Now I am buried
Under the straw I carried,
I see you and
the burden you have
turn away from me
and you mutter
"Strength in the Lord?
Foolishness.
I have broken her."
Your indifference uncovered
the transference.
Straws began to
collect on your spine
as the tingling
in my fingers
dissipates.
Little do you know,
the strength I have
is not measured by
the weight on my back,
the power of my tongue nor
the wits I possess, rather
the love of God.
Within lies
incomparable strength,
as even though
the million straws I carry
have shattered my spine,
my heart still beats,
loves,
and triumphs
over any straw in my load.
Monday, October 11, 2010
OMG.... OMG!!!!
I. LOVE. THIS. SONG.
I heard it before... but, didn't really pay attention to the lyrics until today. This is on repeat until I have the whole song in my memory banks.
Ceelo Green, you've done it again with the relating-to-your-audience thing. Even if I were the only one there... your relate-able meter will still be off the charts. Thanks for bottling up like FOUR YEARS of my love life. Thanks. Lol.
I heard it before... but, didn't really pay attention to the lyrics until today. This is on repeat until I have the whole song in my memory banks.
Ceelo Green, you've done it again with the relating-to-your-audience thing. Even if I were the only one there... your relate-able meter will still be off the charts. Thanks for bottling up like FOUR YEARS of my love life. Thanks. Lol.
It's Like Gold Duuuuuuuuust.....
Ok so. Some (if not most) of my peeps KNOW i am on this dubstep craze. Don't know what dubstep is??? Welp... here's a sample below (and in my main video)...
I LOVE it! lol. There's so much.... but if you want to listen to more, PLEASE check out Flux Pavilion, Nero, Emalkay, Roksonix (especially Imogen Heap's remix), Slof Man, Numa Crew, Cookie Monsta, and Chrispy. If you love weird, different, and downright bassy stuff, check em out! Each of them have their own sound.
I LOVE it! lol. There's so much.... but if you want to listen to more, PLEASE check out Flux Pavilion, Nero, Emalkay, Roksonix (especially Imogen Heap's remix), Slof Man, Numa Crew, Cookie Monsta, and Chrispy. If you love weird, different, and downright bassy stuff, check em out! Each of them have their own sound.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Cleared.
Ce/C
It's reset...
Took an eraser to the board,
Dry-erase marker, in red
all over the white matter
that makes up the rest of me
all erased.
The graffiti I made
like a mindless kid
that destroys his own
neighborhood
with his own hand,
adding something HE perceives--
I perceive as aesthetic,
anesthetic to me it was.
A joy to look at the beautiful
words against the wall.
"I love her". Written and reinforced with
green...
colors a complement to one another.
Love is surrounded by a ring of jealousy
(or at least mine was)
used to protect what I thought would be mine.
Healthy when you can paint
the town red
and stay within the lines.
Unhealthy when the red strays into
uncharted territory unplanned outside the wall of my heart,
encountering the green-eyed monster
and fleeing for her life, because, she didn't belong there.
Her name didn't belong marked on the wall,
so, painstakingly, I rinsed my mind.
The mistakes,
The stray red line,
but I can still see the leftovers
and I smile.
The graffiti rinsed off, the red and green remnants of my
bright and luminous light
makes yellow, the color of the flower
I'll send YOU, my FRIEND.
8/1/2010
It's reset...
Took an eraser to the board,
Dry-erase marker, in red
all over the white matter
that makes up the rest of me
all erased.
The graffiti I made
like a mindless kid
that destroys his own
neighborhood
with his own hand,
adding something HE perceives--
I perceive as aesthetic,
anesthetic to me it was.
A joy to look at the beautiful
words against the wall.
"I love her". Written and reinforced with
green...
colors a complement to one another.
Love is surrounded by a ring of jealousy
(or at least mine was)
used to protect what I thought would be mine.
Healthy when you can paint
the town red
and stay within the lines.
Unhealthy when the red strays into
uncharted territory unplanned outside the wall of my heart,
encountering the green-eyed monster
and fleeing for her life, because, she didn't belong there.
Her name didn't belong marked on the wall,
so, painstakingly, I rinsed my mind.
The mistakes,
The stray red line,
but I can still see the leftovers
and I smile.
The graffiti rinsed off, the red and green remnants of my
bright and luminous light
makes yellow, the color of the flower
I'll send YOU, my FRIEND.
8/1/2010
Done for a friend a HOT minute ago...
I LOVE this poem... mainly because I personified the season, and totally made it apply to my friend. I'm sure she doesn't mind if I post it... if she does *shrug* she can meet me in the traaaaaap! Cause it's going down! L.M.A.O.
Light breezes, warm sun
Hurricanes and winds spun
Many aspects of one
Autumn.
Leaves change, eventual transition
From a springy green to a passionate red disposition
For the duration of one
Autumn.
The rains are the most torrential
And strangely, the weather is the most delightful
All under one
Autumn.
The not-so-subtle paradox
Of this autumnal equinox
Piques interest in one
Autumn.
A gradual cessation of the scorching summer
To introduce a temperature much cooler
The grace of one
Autumn.
Giving enough preparation
To withstand the wintery desolation
The lessons of one
Autumn.
Light breezes, warm sun
Hurricanes and winds spun
Many aspects of one
Autumn.
Leaves change, eventual transition
From a springy green to a passionate red disposition
For the duration of one
Autumn.
The rains are the most torrential
And strangely, the weather is the most delightful
All under one
Autumn.
The not-so-subtle paradox
Of this autumnal equinox
Piques interest in one
Autumn.
A gradual cessation of the scorching summer
To introduce a temperature much cooler
The grace of one
Autumn.
Giving enough preparation
To withstand the wintery desolation
The lessons of one
Autumn.
Doe
He sits there, all the time
on the bench, he waits.
Some say, it's for the world.
Some think, he's lazy.
Some glance and snap at the mere
sight of the man,
clothed in materials of the earth,
carefully spun
timely undone
Hair a mangled mess,
matte and matted.
Shoes of a soldier,
laces of a veteran
honor of none.
Soleless.
8/3/2010
on the bench, he waits.
Some say, it's for the world.
Some think, he's lazy.
Some glance and snap at the mere
sight of the man,
clothed in materials of the earth,
carefully spun
timely undone
Hair a mangled mess,
matte and matted.
Shoes of a soldier,
laces of a veteran
honor of none.
Soleless.
8/3/2010
Void
a draining pool of darkness
this empty
this blue-hot pit
of black
#000000
is what it registers.
as her heart beats,
the blood seeps
the suspension of life fails slowly
as the pit seethes.
her life swirls into
nothing
only to be torn
and destroyed
(transported)
in (to) another realm
where she feels
unfamiliar
lost
dead,
as this worm hole in her chest
slowly eats at her
tastefully
only to leave part of her
empty,
voided.
6/9/2010
this empty
this blue-hot pit
of black
#000000
is what it registers.
as her heart beats,
the blood seeps
the suspension of life fails slowly
as the pit seethes.
her life swirls into
nothing
only to be torn
and destroyed
(transported)
in (to) another realm
where she feels
unfamiliar
lost
dead,
as this worm hole in her chest
slowly eats at her
tastefully
only to leave part of her
empty,
voided.
6/9/2010
You Make Me Think...
Want
Temptation of,
a carnal
a mental
a spiritual
being,
that
hypnotizes me like
the aroma of peach cobbler
in the kitchen.
It makes me
believe
that what i want,
is what i need.
Lust of
a powerful
a beautiful
a doubtful
being,
that
intrigues me like
the notion that 2+2 CAN
equal 5.
It makes me
believe
that what i want,
is what i need.
Knowledge of,
a doting
a loving
a caring
being,
that
causes me to wonder
what it may feel like
to be truly loved by you.
You make me
believe
that what i want,
is what i need.
Regardless of
a circumstance
a happenstance
a distance
KNOW
that
my interest is growing like
a 13-year-old boy....
exponentially, simply because
You make me
believe
that what i want,
is what i need.
3/7/2010
Temptation of,
a carnal
a mental
a spiritual
being,
that
hypnotizes me like
the aroma of peach cobbler
in the kitchen.
It makes me
believe
that what i want,
is what i need.
Lust of
a powerful
a beautiful
a doubtful
being,
that
intrigues me like
the notion that 2+2 CAN
equal 5.
It makes me
believe
that what i want,
is what i need.
Knowledge of,
a doting
a loving
a caring
being,
that
causes me to wonder
what it may feel like
to be truly loved by you.
You make me
believe
that what i want,
is what i need.
Regardless of
a circumstance
a happenstance
a distance
KNOW
that
my interest is growing like
a 13-year-old boy....
exponentially, simply because
You make me
believe
that what i want,
is what i need.
3/7/2010
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