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Lavender

              
 Beautiful, soft, lavender 
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Fell from the heavens to blanket
The cold hard ground
The steel and concrete are 
Soaked, like pillows, from the rain.

Like the flower girl before 
The procession who spreads
The warmth with her fingertips, 
Something, someone dawned on me 
The truth.
And slowly, my heart unthawed.
It was no longer callous,
No longer cold.

I thank the messenger, 
An angel of sorts, 
Who injected her wisdom
Into my shriveled veins.
And brought back
The dying hope 
In what I was living for.


                                         Sa aking mahal na bituin. (Filipino)

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Sorry

"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.

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This is sort of a sarcastic poem. I love me. :)

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Glass Castle

I built her a glass castle
And set her as my queen
And promised her the East and West
And e'r'thing in between.
She placed me on her white cake -
Her Golden Figurine.
It looked like I could do it, 
But that's just how it seemed.

I tried to keep my promises.
I did with all my might.
But in the end I failed at that
And proved the hater's right.
The queen's still in her castle, 
Her raiment's simply stunning.
She's waiting for her Charming,
But I'm not sure he's coming.

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Never In My Wildest Dreams

Never did I dream 
No never.
At ALL.
That one can be controlled 
By something so small.
You think you have handles
You think you cant fall.
But my life is controlled by a 29 1/2 inch ball.

                                                           Hypnotized
                                                 By the sound of rubber
                                         On wooden floor. The squeaking
                                      Of shoes that enter through the door
                                     Entranced  by  flying   down  the  court
                                     Ninety miles per hour,  I love the sport
                                      Flash  back  again  to   that  one  day
                                        You made the most   amazing play
                                          "I want   to  relive it",  what we  all 
                                               say.   We    want     to   press 
                                                    start   for   an  "instant 
                                                               r e p l a y"
                                                 
Never did I dream 
No never 
At ALL
Not in my WiLdEsT dreams
Would I be controlled by a something so small.
Can YOU control it?
Can you?
At ALL?
Beware.
Of the 29 1/2 inch ball.

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Corazón Propio

I often find myself in the same situation 
As a life guard
Who dives into the water 
To save a swimmer. 
She can save herself from drowning, 
But she's content with letting the tide 
Determine the outcome.

Don't forget.
There is always that little boy 
Who walks down the road 
Who will save the wheat from the weeds. 
Let him. Please, for his sanity.

And if thee feelst
That thee art beyond
The young boy's grasp, 
Reach out. 
For he knows. 
The boy wants more for his estrella bonita, 
Than his corazón propio.

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The Water's Different

Depending on the way you look at it,
The water's different.
If you want to,
You can see all the colors in it.
You can only see the rainbow,
If you believe in such.
And if you don't believe in the man in the moon, 
You wont see much.
A fat man can fit down a chimney
And stay clean.
While little children stay in bed
And have sweet dreams.
Look for a shooting star
You can't miss it.
But depending on the way you look at it, 
The water's different.

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Suspended Animation

It's cold over here
Where hearts pump icicles,
Decelerated from normal time wrinkles.
I sit here
Trying to unthaw my mind.
In order to wonder if I exist in time
I never succeed.
I am suspended.

A pig flew over, 
And the fat lady sang.
I managed to press "Unpause"
On this game.
The superball sprang
And animated bounce
An energetic ocean
From a simply lifeless ounce.

But time must continue.
The speed must decrease.
And all the lil' sparks here have ceased.
The sloths here get tickets
And man are they slow.
I'd gladly leave 
If I had somewhere to go.
When all else has ended, 
I remain,
Suspended.

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Falling

Falling.
In one swift motion,
Through love and hate.
Not knowing where you are,
Or where you are going.
Having only the power
To sit...
And wait...
For the end.
But, seemingly,
It never comes.
No.
Never.
Teasing you,
Torturing you.
Knowing that you have no control.
You are still falling.
Uncontrollably.
And then you crash.
Rock bottom.
Left only to look back.
At where you started...
Falling.

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A Prayer For My Everything

When I pray to God,
And thank Him for everything,
She is in my mind.

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Rain

Rain
Persistant, depressing
Falling, soaking, slipping
Dampness, happyness
Sadness