Redo

Just keep swimming
you will get it
the future is in reach
just keep that drive alive

Everything seems to be going bad but it is up to me to turn it around
I have the key to my own destiny
so i need to stop sitting around
and waiting for my door to unlock
i need to go buckwild on that shit
until I am satisfied with the result.
I can make a list of things I feel are going wrong but instead
I am about to start a list of things that are worthless
and no longer need my attention.

Therefore I am clearing out my list
and starting 2010 off the right way
my way...

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I am use to being ignored because I will never be her
I will never be tall like her
Have long curly hair like her
Have dimples like her
But fuck that shit
Im me
Exactly at what point did we not matter just you
Or should I point a little lower and ask your dick that question
Seems like you heart is in love with me
But your dick is in love with pussy
Don’t matter how it look
Just as long as it can get it
Fuck what the girl look like as long as it can get wet its just… right
Seems like your mind went M.I.A
When it should have been telling you to follow your heart
And not let your dick lead the way.

See whats funny is that you expect to confide in me
Tell me about her
How she is from LA and you’ll have so much in common
But instead you’re just spitting in my fucking face telling me I’m not good
Telling me that because my pussy aint down with the transformers it ain’t worth it
While fuck this
These four walls held you down
When chicks didn’t know your name
I was there
So no matter the length of my hair
Can’t no other women take my place
As those chicks fades away
The image of me will forever linger
But just as a figment to your imagination

Dear loverboy, (1)

Dear Loverboy,

I start to ask myself when you became brand new. Was it when you lost weight? When you changed your clothes? Was it the college environment? Was it the new friends? Or was it the letters? No, its just you and your attitude. When did you start to believe that an opinion of strangers mattered more than my opinion? As if they know you, as if those little moments compare to how deep we are intertwined. I ask myself why you wanted to become brand new. If a you have everything you need in one person why ask for anymore? This brand new you is not the guy I feel in love with and as much as you say you know, I want to ask do you care. The transformation that you decided to make is only skin deep because these people who are attracted to you are there for your image, for your letters but not for you. When you are mad all those people are gone, talking about you and shit. But I am there helping you relax, telling you “baby, stop it”. When you get drunk and sick I am there taking your clothes off making sure your ok. None of these people know the real you though, they know the you that likes to party and dance but not the guy who would rather stay home and play video games all day, the guy that loves to eat everything for breakfast but breakfast. Seems like you don’t mind letting these people judge you by a proportion of who they think you are. Because you are being a proportion, limiting yourself to thoughts and a character that everyone wishes you were. You are becoming brand new but before any changes have accorded I have been there. Through out your changes I have been there. So I wonder if you are becoming new or if you are simply losing yourself in an image that everyone wants you to be. I want you to find your way but I want you to think with your mind, think with your heart, then develop your character.

The Girl whose heart you stole

I imagine

Please forgive me I don't usually do sex poems

I imagine making love to him
In a place where sound nor time is a problem.
I imagine washing him in places
I wish I could suck later
I want to take him so deep
He will be shocked how far Im able to go
I imagine drying him off just enough so that there are still some water drips left on his skin
That I would be able to lick off later
I imagine riding him in a motion
That makes his curls toes
I want to ride him so well he thinks im a different person
I want him to see a side of me that he never seen before
And have flashbacks of this night when were in public
I imagine him making me so wet
That it runs down his shaft
I imagine use becoming tired
Because nine rounds wasn’t just made for boxers
I imagine sharing this poem with him
And him accepting my challenge

Brick by Brick

Don’t break down our empire
Just because it is falling apart
It can still be fixed
Don’t take our bricks and add it to another empire
Don’t think I should be happy with four walls missing.
Empires are built on love, trust, communication and loyalty.
Don’t invite me into your new complex
Shit don’t tell me about
How good your new complex is
Or how it does this or does that
DON’T TELL ME ITS FUCKING DIFFERENT
Our empire was different
But its called getting to know each other
You can’t bust through our four walls
Then get mad because we are not as solid as we once were
Bring back those bricks you took away
And begun remodeling this empire.

Pretty Please

How do you tell someone that they should love you again?
How do you tell someone that it is okay for them to fall back in love with you?
Do you tell them that the mistakes you made before wouldn’t happen again?
How do you ask your love to be on pause because it is not working for them?
How do you just ask for someone to love you like they use to?
How can you promise to be there for them when they don’t let you?




Its it ok to scream LOVE ME….AGAIN
(wait why did you ever stop)

Speak to me

They said love needs no words
But what if you don’t just want love
you want the friendship
That was lost

Speak to me
Start small so we can end big
Don’t run baby just allow yourself to trust me with your words
Come confide in my
Find the listening ear that has always been here

See I have tried to ask
But that gets met with attitude
I have tried to look around but that is deceiving
So what should a girl do when all she want is an ear full
So that she can still feel connected to you in some way.

Nothing is worth a conversation
The same relaxing feeling we use to feel
Being in each other arms letting out emotions does not exist any more
Instead its me trying to cuddle myself on to you
While you dose off from me talking so much

How is it possible to be built on friendship?
But have nothing left
Is there some way to fix that emptiness of a conversation?
Or do we have to refind each other
In order to refine our relationship?

How can this be done
when the simple words of how you day has been doing will not leave his lips?
Instead the words get pushed aside
And all that comes out is “Its okay”

Icebox Where My Garden use to Be

Everything use to be sunny
But then the rain came
Then the thunderstorm the next day
But the next day I had a beautiful little garden
With clear skies and no chance of rain
I maintain that garden
Showed it love and care
Gave it everything I had
I would go near and far to give it all the nutrients it needed
But one day out of no where
A flurry fell out the sky
I tried and tried to take them off carefully
Piece by piece
To ensure that no flower was damage.
I was so busy trying to save the flower
That I notice that the flower didn’t wanna be saved.
The snow kept fall
And my garden was lost
There was nothing I could do.
I set next to the garden so long
That even I was covered in snow
Over time the snow begin to freeze
And now I have an ice box were my ……
Garden use to be