"Sorry" doesn't cut it.
Well neither does a butter knife.
I guess I'll have to say "sorry"
For being in your life.
"Sorry" for being black.
And doing what i do best.
Like RAP, BASKETBALL and SWEAT.
Instead of studying for a test.
"Sorry" for being imperfect
"Sorry" for getting sick
"Sorry" for being a man
"Sorry" for makin' you tick
There are some things you cannot change
Like color and heredity.
There's one thing I forgot to say.
"Sorry" for bein' me.
This is sort of a sarcastic poem. I love me. :)
i ask my self why!
the sky is always blue?
why the sun shining
when i always look at you?
i ash my self why.
you glow in the sun?
are you my angel
the girl he sent from above?
I ASK MY SELF WhY.
WE'RE TOGETHER AND IT's BEEN SO LONG?
I ASK MY SELF THese QUESTIONs
but who cares where still keeping it strong.
i just like it when u hold my hand
and you wont let go
seem like YOUR AFAIR I WILL LEAVE you
AND I WILL WALK OUT THIS DOOR
TRUST ME BABY
I JUST CAN'T WALK AWAY
i like everything you say
and everything you do
you are my angel
baby i love you
life is short
so lets make it go by slow
lets do everything we can
just dont let go
if your sad and can't sleep and just setting there in ur bed
i'll stay up all night untill you get your rest
im here for long run baby
and i am going to stay and keep my love true
and talk all night on the phone
stay up for hours just to talk to you
i keep you in my dreams
i no im in yours
your my angel
ur the one every one wish for and i adore
i put my hand on my cross and pray to him
thank you lord for this present you sent!
You lay down with a man
For the very first time
Unknowingly conceive a child
That will soon die
And now you can’t figure out why
You didn’t make him wear protection
So you wouldn’t end up pregnant
And to save your body from infection
Now this child who deserved a chance
Will die before become a fetus
You could have taken care of that child
Or given it to family you could trust
But this one night
Of infatuation and lust
Brought about unplanned pregnancy
But you choose not to
Face up to your responsibility
You go and abort this child
Without thinking twice
But you know in your heart
That its just not right
You’re only sixteen
But what does that mean?
You were old enough to spread your legs
And old enough to have a man in your bed
But can’t take care of a child
You had without being wed
So because of your naïve childish ways
Your baby never got to see
The light of one day
I am sick and tired of who I am
I feel like I'm stuck and I can't get out
I am annoyed of her
I am annoyed of my family and I can't do anything about it
I am lost
I can't find my way through this feeling
I am scared
I'm scared that I will never be the same
I am lonely
I don't have anyone to look up to
I am not allowed
I can't fight back I can't even run away from it even if I tried
Fantastic friends fry fresh fish friday for fun
She lives with friends.
She meets her loves.
She starts her work.
She sits as a dove.
She runs her life.
She's got all that.
But then she's found
Dead on the track.
I'm suffocating in my skin
My happiness is wearing thin
Please just let this end
Please just comprehend
That you're hurting me now more then ever before
Oh how can I implore
How much I love you so
How much you'll never know
When you used to hold me in your arms
When you used to wrap me in your charms
Back when it was just you and me
Back when we knew how to be
Those were the days
But now its all so far away
Love is so confusing
And lust is so amusing
Perhaps we will never be happy
Perhaps we'll always think love is sappy
Then again, maybe happiness will come our way
Then again, maybe we'll be together one day
I hope you know that I hate this feeling
Being tormented by one human being
You're all that fills my head
As I lie awake in this empty bed
Oh how I hope to hold you're hand
Oh how I wish life werent so bland
Cause pain is the only thing real
The one thing that can't be concealed
But just know
That seeing you with her kills me so
But no one cares about me anymore
This heart becomes more sore
Waiting for someone to hear me
Waiting for someone to see
That my life is flashing before my eyes
Hoping someone can sympathize
Myself confidence has gone down the drain
Oh, I think I'm going insane
But dont worry about dramatic me
Dont worry about my life of misery
No, dont listen; no, dont care
Dont say that you'll always be there
I know I don't matter to you
I know you dont know what to do
I still dont know what went wrong
I still try to be so strong
But being near you everyday
Has left my heart astray
Our good times fade away
My happy days turn to gray
My heart burns to dust
How could you betray my trust?
If you only knew
All the things that I've been through
Why its so hard to survive
Why its so hard to stay alive
Well, goodbye, I'm slipping away
I might not see you after today
So let me leave you with this little piece, these little lines
Maybe you'll understand them in time....
A lament of texting.
I regret the suplantation of
Conversation with random
Truncations of thought and
Ideas into texting
As if a few thumb prints on
A “key board” were
For actual communication!
Talking involves randomly synchronized
Exchanges of phrases,
One layered upon or bouncing
Real worlds and Ideas
don’t fit into three hundred
Thousand sound bites,
Much less into text messages,
Of any length on any
If all you have to say to your
Is through text messaging,
then please don’t
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April 24, 2010
Delighting in delectations,
with ogling ostentation!
Professing pleasure seeking
Reputation so revealing,
Passe peer appealing!
Superficial and artificial;
Pleasure without measure.
Sad,sad,sad ! Hedonistic lad!
Wake up exuberance
Welcome early rituals
Wittily warming pop tarts
Whimsy’s gaze flirts away frowns .
Scan pages, screens, faces
Strip lovely from ugly,
Sublime from crass illusion
Cynicism yet unsown.
Tears well up in wonder
Trying to comprehend
Troubling implications of
Truths terribly distorted.
Rest in grown-child slumber
Reaping dream’s mythologies
Reset to rap-fringed music
Receiving wisdom’s jewels.
Beam gentle radiance
Blazing bright potential
Brilliant points of Monday’s hope
Bedazzling Friday’s despair.
Those incredible eyes.
Crochety,crusty and cross,
ever at a loss;
testy,touchy and huffy,
full of fickle fears,
impulsive teenage years.
Sulky,sullen then glad
faddish,fretful or sad;
tense,dejected and downcast,
each day changing fast.
Like a chameleon cast
by teens that,oh so slowly pass.
House to house
A passing, admiring scent
Hold me...we'll pass
House to house
You are still apart of me
Hold your horses
Fight the tears
Wipe them away until everything
House to house
Passing by torment
Do you know the hint?
When time runs out
I wait till some sun
Peaks in this forbidden forest
Tormented by breaking summers
Drenched...on no one's side
Just stay near...beside...abide
We'll stay house to house
Excited by curiosity
There will be a house for us
A key to joy
Let us go...explore this terrain
We'll have a roof
To push aside the rain
To clear our years away
We are definitely here to stay
House to house
Torment to joy
We are invited
To stay here forever
Without no guilt
There is no way
That I'm moving
Ruins me to the core
With my lady friend
And began to tend
Our wanted life
House to house
Dealing with passing
To and fro by searching
House to house
I'm in the shadows....
In the Dark...
No way out....
There are birds above...
And birds below me....
Feeling like I've made mistakes
Like I'm breaking us apart
But our love is so strong
It never leaves the heart
It seems we argue more
In the past couple days
And everytime it's over
We're back to our usual ways
You kiss my lips
And hold my hand
I still turn to sand
I'm sitting here crying
But I am starting to heal
Your touch is what sooths me
It's all i want to feel
Poetry is the way to get out your innermost feelings.
Poetry is the way to say your love sends me reeling.
Poetry is my life.
Poetry is the smiles or frowns you would get in a letter.
Poetry is the way I say bless you and get better.
Poetry is my home.
Poetry is how to get out of the world you live in.
Poetry is the way to make the sadness stop and the happiness begin.
Poetry is my heart.
Poetry is how I tell you what I've been through.
Poetry is how I say what I'm doing, too.
Poetry is my word.
Poetry is if I said, "Will you love me tomorrow?"
Poetry is how I wish there will be no more sorrow.
Poetry is my hope.
Poetry is getting my soul out.
Poetry is how I tell you what I'm all about.
Poetry is my inspiration.
Poetry is all my tress, walls, loves. My surroundings.
Poetry is rewards, privileges, even groundings.
Poetry is my world.
Poetry is sweet to my eyes and ears.
Poetry is truly lovely to see and hear.
Poetry is my music.
Poetry is no longer living with regret.
Poery is moving on, something I will never get.
Poetry is my second chance.
Poetry is all the happy places I've been.
Poetry is overcoming and loving you again.
Poetry is my passion.
Poetry is simply my way of living.
Poetry is words in an order that have helped from the beginning.
listen stop and think take a deep breath
think now dont imagine dont pretend
pay attention here this might be the end
you say you want one
your stuck with three
one runs away
but you cant let her be
we sit and we talk
reminisce about the good times
wow how does time fly by
I remember all the times we spent laughing for hours
but was it all worth it in the end when it devours
Im trying to make this easy
Im trying to let you understand
I cant make it any simpler
for you were like my second hand
you held me up
you put me down
but did that ever stop me from coming back around
I need to feel the touch
the touch of someone I love so much
but only for I know this is true
I know this wont get through to you
after years and years of drying my tears
I cant just let you go
ive tried so hard
ive changed my ways
you compliment me all of the time
but what about the other person
I’m still inside
she’s got me locked in
she put me away for showing you my sin
I am not troubled
I have my ways
but this changed girl has had way better days
she wants to tell you all these things
for if she were out she would
she wants you to know that she cant let you go
and that the feelings she has she just keeps below
she has a mission
and the mission is you
but she cant seem to get that through
she knows what to do
she knows where to go
she just has to dig deep below
she needs your help
reach in and take
dont be shy to make a mistake
she wont spill out her thoughts
she wont tell you all her rough spots
but shes trying to tell you
shes working hard on what shes got
and shes thought she got through
but she must have hit everyone else in the heart
now shes trying to make this easy
shes trying not to make this hurt
but she cant just get up and give you all her dirt
Im going to leave now and let her come out
dont be worried and defiantly dont shout
she needs you
she needs your help
the support isnt always there
the other me was better
the emotions ran high
but the other me grabbed you
and she never said good bye
Im not going to tell you
your going to have to guess
but I just wanted you to know
that Im going to take a rest
now dont get hostile dont freak out
Im pretty sure you know what this one is about
now I tried making this easy
I tried not to make it hard
but Ive done all I can do right now
and someday I will explain how
Do you even care.
That I am scared for you.
In what you do.
If you really loved me.
The would actually care.
And not just stare.
You walk around like you know what you are doing.
Like you want to go back to the beginning.
Of your life.
Its to late for that.
You already had your chance.
And now you still don't care.
about what you do.
I'm still here.
wating for you to care.
I want you to see.
That you mean a lot to me.
But you don't even care.
harmony ebbs away,
Fuddy-duddy , so unreal
is the petulant cry;
ungrateful child,the sighing reply,
then stances coagulate and congeal.
Familiar familial !
I wish fatherhood could be written into words.
Let daddisms be put into pages.
Papaness be published in poetry for people without.
Let little surprises that the old man fixes,
be signified and simplified into single syllable sentences.
I wish wisdom for such a task could be reserved for the young,
at seventeen I can manufacture miracles in mass quantities,
but I can't write the simulation of a father in so many words,
for a dad can only be replaced with time,
and on second thought,
I have all the time in the world.
I may know next to nothing about booboo's,
but in teenager-isms I'm miles ahead.
Instead of knowing how to play peek-a-boo,
I know teen angst and it's many symptoms.
I know fake love at first sight,
and true love in hindsight.
Maybe I can be a good father after all.