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5/7/2013 7:11:52 AM
Please Critique!!	Young,black, brother.... lost in this world Can't get help for the answers to any question so he seeks the answers for himself and...... he answered once...WRONG He got the answer....that's right, but it was wrong. Now he's wonder "why I have to be here.. for so.... darn.... long?" but no one has given him a lesson but they giving him a lesson Nope, just teaching him a lesson but that lesson is going to take a life-time to teach while two DAMN years of his life will be gone and out of reach. Yet, it's supposed to be a critical developing period of an adolescence's life to learn the LESSON of his role as an adult and his responsibility in society. But my young, black, brother has been swept away from SOCIETy ....to be taught his lesson. His lesson of...looking at walls and counting the blocks on the ceiling. His lesson that...putting an one hundred forty-five - 85 pound body on a flat mattress that has probably been used by forty to fifty other people can ** YOU UP!!! and realize that "I can't get jiggy with this !!!" His lesson of...my entertainment is my visits,my phone calls, and my letters from my fam/friends at home. His lesson of...I'm being taught a lesson for my wrong actions of something I didn't do but did. His lesson of...I aint being tought **!! His lesson of....this is just wasting my time. A lesson...my young, black, brother should have been taught a long time ago. A lesson...my young,black, brother should know. A lesson...every teenage boy and girl knows because his/her mommy/daddy have taught it to them. But not my YOUNG...BLACK...BROOOOTHAAHH!!! His mother and father were too busy trying to find the answers for themselves. That they had been searching for still after 35+ years. Hmph....while my young, black, brother yelled help and held back the tears he realized he messed up once but forever his answer was WRONG. And instead of giving him another chance .....................they grabbed him by the hands and said......"Come along, Black Brother, come along"
5/7/2013 7:13:02 AM
Her Silhouette	her, she sat out like no other...but her silhouette her voice, it was music to my ears like no other..but her silhouette her personality, it matched mine like no other...but her silhouette her resistance, it was stronger than any other...but her silhoutte her , she pulls me like no other...but her silhoutte I don't get her and I do any other....but her silhoutte I suppress my emotions and I do more than I have another...but her silhoutte I made her go away, just like I did the others..but her silhoutte I didn't really get my say....but her silhoutte It's there all black..nice pretty hair..flowing down her back...and her cherubic face..yup her silhouette Her voice I still hear..make me feign to have her near...yup her silhouette.. They say age is only a number...but all I get is her silhouette It's her that makes me hesitate...but oh man her silhouette Her silhouette is sitting there in a field...her hair blowing in the wind...she softly tells me to come closer...she wants me to be so within but she's unsure...she never looks my way..she's sitting so I cant see her shape...but man oh man..that silhouette..that silhouette..oh man..that silhouette..stands up turns to look at me..with eye's so hypnotizing they capture me...I walk closer and she takes a step back...man do I want that silhouette....she says one thing and mean another..that silhouette...so I rush in..I try my best to grasp that silhouette..and I succeed..that blowing flowing hair...in my fingers they're between...mm mm mm the aroma of that silhoutte is something that I'll never forget yet i never got a chance to smell.....it was created by flowers growing in the field..mmm..that silhouette...I pull the silhouette closer ...closer...closer...yup...it was just her silhouette..I kiss her on her forehead..next to her cheek..then I softly touch my lips to the side of hers...my eyes look in hers...as they start to tell me this story...caress her hands..as I look a little closer into the eyes of what initially was an all black silhouette....I see a girl/ a woman...that is hypnotized by a girls eyes...by a girl...she wants this girl so badly...but in the girls eyes...she's just the same....she tries too hard...for nothing...nothing nothing nothing....they start to talk...and it was only okay at one point...but afterwards it was always heated.....jelalousy became an element....anger became an element....but it's something that she still wanted...I put my glasses on to look in a little closer...as I pull the silhouette by her hips closer to me.....so relaxing and I am at peace...I look...this other girl....looks just like the silhouette..it's her...her eyes..her hair...her action...her resistance......the silhouette pulls away...pushes me off..then walks away......I try to say something...s s s s omething......I stutter and the words don't come out.......I wake up....I was dreaming.......but damn if I can't have her...can I atleast have her silhouette?
5/7/2013 7:13:54 AM
Let me	Let me pierce your soul with my tears Let me brighten your glow with my touch Let me burst your eardrums with my words Let me do that to you much Let me make your body glow so I can see it in your face Let me make your mind think so that i can pull you on my way Let me make you get those butterflies that I like to see fly Let me make you smile so that inside I cant see you cry Let me embrace you lightly as to give you no fear Let me do it close enough but far enough away that you know I’m near Let me send your mind on a journey that I can adventure for Let me be your friend nothing less nothing more Let me sing you a song that you’ve never heard Let me write you poem, let me be that bird Let me close your eyes, be in your dreams Let me be your reality, for consciousness is what I feign Let me promise to you, for those I will never break But you can keep your heart cause sometimes I make mistakes Let me let me let me….forever, everyday…..I’ll do anything…all you got to do is say it :-)
5/7/2013 7:16:21 AM
Hello	Hello!!! I'm Tia, 23, living in the DMV area. I love poetry and I just wanted to introduce it back into my life. I'm happy with my life right now but I remember having a different kind of happiness when I wrote my poetry, so I'm looking to began again!!! Hello again!!!
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