Share Your World

Can't Deal Anymore

2011-11-19T00:23:00.002-05:00

Lay your head on my shoulder and ill catch your tears
tell me your fears and ill protect you my dear
but don't take my advice and fuck me twice that just isn't nice right so I'll give up my might and go on with out spite!!

Control

2010-11-08T12:53:00.002-05:00

This feeling that I have going through my veins is unexplained,
Pain is not to blame its more like confusion that I can't seem to tame.
Tired of this game things aren't the same. Just want this feeling to be tamed...this feeling running through my veins is insane.

The Communist Father by Ka'Mone Felix

2010-08-02T15:57:00.002-04:00

Let us speak of fathers
of mine
Of the way he holds highway to sleeve when he trusts in running
Of the way he drives
Both hands to the steering wheel
Pulse to leather
All racetrack eulogy and crying man
Of tough.
Of soft and tough.
Like daddy's should be.

I am his first born
With a tongue like his mother's
And his laugh.
Guttural battle
yawning laugh
Open hearted and stolen.
We laugh
Like happiness is paperweight to be found
And lost again
Like pebbles
Quaking in the belly of
A 1920's medusa
Tendrils outstretched
Waiting for allah to swallow the fingerprints
Bent at the torso
Knee slapping and careful

He is
The quietest man I've known to date
Red flag of a tongue
Opinions
Filtered into bolts of honest
For his daughters
He tells me
That once
When he almost couldn't control his words
(And this is da
This never happens)
He let his anger
All manifest and corrosion of it
Drive him to canada
In less than 24 hours
Foot to pedal
Because engine knows control
Engine knows heartbreak
And break down
And tune up
And creak and fold
Knows control
Knows everything he wants me to know

I know
More than he thinks I know
I know
That he is a man
Who is not afraid
Just too aware
His daughters
Will always be the pages of the prayer book
That have remained untouched
Even when they've been touched too hard

He will not believe.
He is too good.
Too honest.
Too deity.
Too aware to believe in such treachery
To believe that for once
Driving will not make it go away
For once
There is no engine to sputter
At the grunt of a bad turn
He’s had more cars
Than he’s had children
But understands now,
That the three of us are what will last.

Maya is his youngest
His second daughter
She is still a baby
Only milk mouthed and
Spittle gums
She barely knows me
Can identify the spill of my cheekbones
In photographs
And calls me some resemblance of "keemoan"

When she is older
She will understand how proud I am to know
That we share the same father
That there is nothing different of my childhood with him
We will both know of
Shoulders
Of moon touching
And the pierced ear of his rebel days
Of Guerilla fighting
Of paint brush and charcoal palms
Of oatmeal
and tea
With never enough sugar
Of half face smiles
And of driving.

Minds Going Crazy...(Past)

2010-07-19T09:55:00.004-04:00

Just when you thought all was forgotten,

you get hit with a sudden curve ball.

Now dazed and confused you think to yourself, what if, maybe, could it be,... then you sit back and remember all that has happened and you get mad again and say why me.

Things happen for a reason, stop listening to everyone else..live your life... take a chance if you dare... but remember the dance you took. Think long and hard what you think is right... But don't start if your not ready to fight.

Dear Ex-Girlfriend, Learn To Be Bright... by Diamond Wynn

2010-06-28T14:43:00.001-04:00

I've always wanted to now what lightening tasted like
and with outstretched jaw, love fell in.

You tasted like silent thunder
and told me, that i couldn't be any closer to sonic boom if i swallowed a firecracker.
So I loved you.

With skin like sandpaper, and razor sharp whit
You helped me realize
i had grown fond of girls with blades.
Only they could love me like i love myself.

Sunshine,

You were all liquid lava graceful
But you never let ash settle on my shoulders
before you got all broom sweep savior.
You promised me,
That you would never let me fall on my back.
Contracted scratches on my back.
You promised me...until you didn't.
And you never knew how to say sorry
So you tried to shove me in your pocket.
But im too much broken spine
from trying to origami myself into your head.

Ozone,

I thought i could fill the holes life bore into you
But I learned there's no cure
for the burn of Ultraviolet kiss.
I just wanted to fix you.
This was selfish of me.
Just because a heart is full of pitter pattter,
doesn't mean its rubber floor, playground proof.
Last night, i opened my chest
to see if the bruises from your boots were gone.
They weren't.
Instead,
Black and Blue shades of you
transformed into personified letters.
A being the meanest, Z being the kindest
this was backwards alphabet perfect.
24 colors, sandwiched between your emotional bookends
reminded me of the times I sat waiting for you to open up
the box i gave you on our first anniversary.
Inside was my pendant soul
dangling from cuff linked love
and you never even bothered to wear it.
I guess stars are too proud to wear the source of their shine around their necks.

Moonlight,

You told me once,
that if i closed my eyes when we kissed,
I could feel the beauty of the Nile River on my bones.
You lied. Those were just your hands.
You were always good at those types of lies.
Honestly,
did you think i was too stupid
to differentiate between the liquid glory of great Queens
and the sweaty palm of a little girl?

Skyline,

You are broken butterfly.
Don't tell me to pray things get better.
It frustrates me.
My pleas will only collect dust in heaven's workshop.
Baby...
Jesus may be a carpenter
But God has arthritis.
His hands fell weak too many wars ago
and when he dipped them in healing waters,
they emerged oil black.
He's a little busy right now.

Women,

Lets just fix this.
We've been unstuck for too many sunsets
and I'm gonna need you to stop calling me Elmer's.

Whats the problem?

You've already branded Amistad on my tongue.
Let's go.
Let go.
Give me my aura back.

Sunshine, Ozone, Moonlight, Skyline

You are not from the heavens
You are no lightening.
You are just girl.
Manufactured in a costume shop called Angels
and since I'm just a girl,
shoulder deep in clouds
you let me raise you pedestal high.
This felt like home to a runaway.
But you are heavy,
My wrists have broken,
and i cant carry lighthouses with broken bulbs.

These efforts are yellow flickers.
This was flashlight love.
The batteries are dead.
Get out of me.

Our short circuit spurts are exhausting.
We are pathetic.

My mother keeps warning me about my obsession with the sky,
but I've always been the type to stick wet fingers in sockets
just because i have a thing for sparks...

Tune Out Mondays-Ani Difranco

2010-06-28T14:42:00.003-04:00

Ani Difranco is a powerhouse. She is an out musician and has been performing since the early 90s. She started her own record label, righteous babe records and has produced over 20 album, one of which won a grammy.

Imagine That
http://www.youtube.com/watch#!v=M5VrXTqFtbM&feature=related

Writing prompt: write a poem that is a series of hypothetical statements. Start with the phrase "imagine that" or use if. Imagine that you were a lily or imagine that you lived on the moon...if you didn't turn the corner...

Speak Out Fridays Bryan Safi

2010-06-28T14:42:00.001-04:00

http://current.com/shows/infomania/92509862_thats-gay-gay-pride.htm

Bryan Safi reflects on this year's LGBT news topics...what is your reaction to any of these stories? What's your gay new years resolution?

WRite Off Weds. Andrea Gibson

2010-06-28T14:41:00.001-04:00

"but i'm the eternal night
writing rhymes about wind chimes and world peace
while even in my sleep
i'm fighting wars that grind the enamel off my teeth"

Full Poem: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x-c6y_-ZlC0

Andrea Gibson won the women of the world slam in 2008. She has four full length albums and a book of poetry. She is queer and I believe she identifies as a lesbian.

Writing prompt: What wars are you fighting right now? (i.e. recent break up, coming out to your parents, your best friend stole your favorite shirt)

Tune Out Mondays-Me'shell Ndegeocello

2010-06-21T12:13:00.001-04:00

"Me'shell Ndegeocello was born Michelle Johnson in Berlin, Germany and raised in Washington DC. By the early 90's, she had landed in New York armed with a demo recorded in her bedroom, joined the Black Rock Coalition, and was soon signed to Madonna's label. Her records, 8 to date, have offered lyrical ruminations on race, love, sex, betrayal, God, and power." Me'shell is openly bisexual.

http://www.youtube.com/watch#!v=Dc_IztrYu5Q&feature=related

Artist: Me'shell Ndegeocello
Song: My Soul Don't Dream

Writing Prompt: What doesn't your soul do? (i.e. laundry, lie, love, the dishes ...be creative with it!)

Write off Weds

2010-06-16T11:21:00.001-04:00

"Marty McConnell transplanted herself from Chicago to New York City in 1999, after completing the first of three national tours with the Morrigan, an all-female performance poetry troupe she co-founded. She received her MFA in creative writing/poetry from Sarah Lawrence College, and competed in six National Poetry Slams with the NYC/louderARTS team." She was also on def jam poetry and has many publications. She is queer but I'm not quite sure exactly how she identifies.

Joan of Arc to the $2,000-An-Hour Woman

Video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PLnNSqu6naM&feature=player_embedded#!

Poem:
Jason would be saying, "Natalia is the greatest escort in the history of the world, as good as Cleopatra or Joan of Arc," and I'd be like, "Jason! Joan of Arc was not an escort, she was a religious martyr."
- New York Magazine, July 18, 2005

at least your pimp has a name, a neck
you could put your two good hands around.
he loves you like all men love
what they sell, what comes back
in gold. make no mistake, my God
was a man: men with their mouths
at the entrance to the cave, whispering,
men dripping hallucinogens into the milk,
men insisting lead us, lead us, have this horse
this sword this sentence this pyre. men naked
under their robes, their armor, their teeth
bartering my skin for their country, a cause
I would have sworn was mine.
Cleo and I place bets on women like you.
from this distance, your dance looks like ours.
and Vashti's, and Salom's, and Helen's,
and you're acquainted with the Magdalene.
our mythical knees locked or spread,
bringing men to theirs and us to the gallows
the tower the stake / trade your corset for a habit
and they'll hate you all the same: whatever cannot
be possessed is poison. the body is never bought
but rented which is why he wants your heart, bound
like feet, dancing only for him.
let me tell you something about possession: never
let a man dictate your wingspan or your footwear.
there's a god on every corner and not one
would have you mortgage your given body
for this man and his fur-lined tongue. don't think
I don't know about love; more goes unreported
in history than in myth. sell your story, Natalia,
before they scrape it from under your fingernails
as evidence / cut your hair. buy a building
in Brooklyn. lay down on a bed of teeth, alone.
peel back their fingerprints one by one, each incision
the hot face of a god, unfolding.

Writing Prompt- write a list of people in today's pop culture (movie stars, musicians, politicians) write a separate list of people from pop culture of previous decades ( i.e. marilyn monroe, Miles Davis ) Choose one from each and write a poem where the past person writes to the future person ie.-Marilyn Monroe to Katy Perry

Tune out Mondays 6.14

2010-06-14T13:31:00.002-04:00

Missy Higgins is a 24 yr old Australian singer-song writer. She has won
numerous awards and has released two full length albums, most recently On
A Clear Night. You can see her perform at Lilith Fair this summer. She is
also openly bisexual.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n3f8kafNkjE&feature=related

Writing Prompt: Write a poem entirely based on sounds. If you're stuck,
pay attention to things you do in your daily routine and try giving a
sound to them...what is the sound of the morning or what is the sound that
your sandwich makes? Then try to incorporate these into a poem.

Speak Out Fridays 7/11

2010-06-14T13:30:00.000-04:00

http://www.feministing.com/archives/021382.html

This a commercial for Mcdonald's that aired in France. What do you think?
Do you think this could have been showed in the US?

Writing Prompt: write a poem using the idea "come as you are" and what
that means to you. Have you been able to be who you are?

Write off wednesdays

2010-06-09T15:19:00.001-04:00

Federico Garcia Lorca was born in Spain and moved to New York in 1929. He was a poet and playwright. He returned to Spain to participate in the Spanish Civil War but was murdered as a rebel. Garcia Lorca wrote a lot about his native country, the war, and New York. He was gay but struggled with this for most of his life.

Dawn

Dawn in New York has
four columns of mire
and a hurricane of black pigeons
splashing in the putrid waters.

Dawn in New York groans
on enormous fire escapes
searching between the angles
for spikenards of drafted anguish.

Dawn arrives and no one receives it in his mouth
because morning and hope are impossible there:
sometimes the furious swarming coins
penetrate like drills and devour abandoned children.

Those who go out early know in their bones
there will be no paradise or loves that bloom and die:
they know they will be mired in numbers and laws,
in mindless games, in fruitless labors.

The light is buried under chains and noises
in the impudent challenge of rootless science.
And crowds stagger sleeplessly through the boroughs
as if they had just escaped a shipwreck of blood.

Writing prompt: Write a poem about your experience is NYC. What is your New York like?

Off My Chest

2010-06-07T21:01:00.004-04:00

A feeling so uncomfortable that I can't really describe,

basically you hurt me when you lied, You played your little mind games now I'm so destressed I don't know what to do with this burning in my chest.

Now I'm finally over you .. baby dont be surprised... I came back a new woman and I'm not hiding in disguise. Finally on my feet again... doing me for once...not worried about a girl to be..just living my life doing me living headache free.. not worried about you and me.

Tune Out Mondays writing prompt-Uh Huh Her

2010-06-07T10:09:00.001-04:00

Uh Huh Her is an L.A. based band consisting of Leisha Hailey and Camila
Grey. They just released their debut album Common Reaction. You might
recognize Leisha Hailey from the L word; she played Alice. She is also an out lesbian.

Not A Love Song by Uh Huh Her
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uQ9iPPfOMvM

Prompt: Write a poem that it is not a about something. Not a love poem, Not a Monday... This can be a great way to help you write about something that you have been having trouble with. As a starting point, just pick a topic and write everything that it isn't.

As always send us your poems, leave us a message on the wall, or reply to the n

by Jaime Torres

2010-06-06T19:37:00.002-04:00

chasing stars at night, 
they run away like fireflies. 
the rain drops take me back home, 
to that place where everything seemed fair. 
im the only one that's seen you cry and yet to fight it. 
only in my dreams am i truly alive, the sun awakens my senses, 
you know how it feels.... the feel good drag. life only becomes 
easier when you decide to live it

Untitled by Brittany Kuoha

2010-06-06T19:35:00.000-04:00

this is what i came up with.  my mind is racing but the pacing of my heart is slowing, bracing for something on its way.  i don't know what is coming but i sit here humming slow melodies, and bumming thoughts from everyone else.  i don't know what this means  but i feel like i need to clean my mind, before i scream because this is too much.  so i'm lying here trying to relax staring at the ceiling, i let everything fly past cuz maybe if i don't focus this will be the last time i'll have to deal with this.  maybe with some sleep i'll be able to keep my mind on beat and maybe, just maybe, i won't freak.

Write a New Note Out in the Summer Series- Speak out Fridays

2010-06-04T10:54:00.000-04:00

Every Friday there will be a post about relevant news topics regarding LGBT youth nation wide and world wide.

Today's story is about Derrek Lutz. Derrek is from NJ and identifies as a cross dresser. He wanted to wear a dress and heels to his prom but had to fight the school for permission. Derrek gained the support and not only went to prom but also won prom king!

Here's a link to the full story http://www.queerty.com/new-jerseys-derrek-lutz-wore-a-dress-to-prom-and-was-crowned-prom-king-20100503/

"What makes me a woman is inside and it doesn't really matter what's on the outside. And everyone should really just be treated equally," Lutz said.

Write a poem in response to Derrek's story. If you have trouble starting it, try starting with today, I did something I thought I would never do...

Don't forget to send us your poems or post them in your own note and tag us on Facebook!

HAPPY FRIDAY!!

Far Away by Phalon Narwhal

2010-06-02T12:39:00.002-04:00

imes are good, and so is young life.

overdue embraces and wholesome talk.

spinning and yelling,

deep in the city,

attempting to capture the moments

with a quick c l i c k.

seeing you
is crawling for days in a hot forest
and taking the very first leap
into a waiting, knowing, riverside

here comes the flood.
what to do first? what not to do first.
what to do last? what not to do last.
what to put off,
what to do now.
what to say to you.
what honest things to say to you,
what to keep to myself

how to look at you, or look into you.
either way,
better hold on,
hold on with crossed stubborn arms,
for these memories are worth far more than liquid gold.

seeing you is the very first leap
into a waiting, knowing, riverside.

the love of my life,
is the love that exists
between good friends and i.

so young and full of dreams are we
let's make plans without writing them down
let's speak how we want and do what we want
let's be loud together like good friends are
and disregard what others think about it

goodbyes are for those
who will not meet again; not us,
for at the bounds of a few selected paths
that our early souls have not yet walked,
are several more
very first leaps
into a waiting, knowing riverside.

"i just wanted to hold..."

see you.

by Christopher Vasquez

2010-06-02T12:35:00.001-04:00

If we grow to determine that defeat is inevitable to the fact that

strength can over come even the most severe and upright outcomes...

We come to learn that only moving forward is our test to greater

achievement... Can it just be possible with will power comes only of the

best

I come to say never proclaim what sets you back, but empower what

sets you forth... So true, but only believed In the mind will it be

something of a necessary to go by when fate has you set down and in

time of seeking a possible climax to a unruly setting
Take the time to witness the invisible, look beyond what's supposedly

seen, and embody triumph over defeat... Simply just spoken words

from a body of battles with scars to tell a story of over coming just the

impossible!!!

A Promising Future by Christopher Vasquez

2010-06-02T12:27:00.002-04:00

Take the time to see me as is, when you realize I am gone, is when you

will search for something that is long past due.
Wake up to find yourself alone, sleeping with the one who doesn't

complete you, a stranger he becomes, sunken to depression, denial

sets in.
A perfect opportunity was given, but so caught up in the act of

infatuation, games were played, hearts were left to mend, and karma

only came around to settle the score... Never fortunate, a love was lost

over childish actions, temptation struck, so weak you gave in and

gambled all your love away, just to set the stakes high for a new chance

at being in love with the impossible.

Regret surfaces, too late to go back to what's convenient, left now to

live n learn something new, unwillingly with no choice, destined to

grow to what's your supposed other half. When you come to question

your past, its only natural to try and risk it all again for that perfect

beginning, but as always, when you leave the best for something better,

and you finally realize you had the best, the best has soon found

better...
In an act to reclaim your prize, you juggle losing out on what's holding

you, to jump to what you pray will catch you, too late in the game, you

fall, alone you are, tears fall, no moves to makes in this game... game

over, one final thought awakes... Possibly start all over and hope not to

mess up what may just be your very conclusion, but a promising future

is not what's to be expected, just for fact, although third times a

charm, three's a crowd and for every two that bond, one is left alone...

What makes you so sure this time that the next one you claim as your

half, won't already be a whole, just merely taking you as a chance

you've once taken to find what is to be a promising future!!! xoxo

Write Off Weds.

2010-06-02T12:26:00.000-04:00

Every Weds. there will be a poem posted by a historically queer or out writer.

Audre Lorde (1934-1992) Lorde was an activist , feminist, and poet who fought against racism, sexism, and homophobia believing that they all stemmed from the same inability to tolerate difference. She published 9 volumes of poetry and 5 works of prose. From Inside an Empty Purse Money cannot buy you what you want standing flatfooted and lying like a grounded chestnut unlovable and suspect I am trying to reach you on whatever levels you flow from treacherous growing water in a blind tongueless pond. I am the thread of your woman’s cloth the sexy prison that protects you deep and unspoken flesh around your freedom I am your enemy’s face. The money doesn’t matter so much as the lie telling you don’t know why in a dream I am trying to reach you before you fall in to me. Write a poem from the perspective of an object that you use everyday. For example, from the inside of your book bag or from the inside of a metro card. Describe what the object is used for and what it might be like to actually see life as that object. If you get stuck try using the phrase “I am” like in the poem…”I am the thread of your woman’s cloth” Send us your poems or post questions/comments on the fb page or respond to the note

Tune Out Mondays 5/31 by Megan and Nina

2010-06-01T22:41:00.003-04:00

"How often have we built each other as shelters"

cocooned around each other like one leaf over the other

building bricks out of the sunrise

no bigger, no smaller but safety is the goal here. And our shelters block out grimaces and hatred- harsh winds and battered women

darkness doesn't matter much anymore

Acid rain evaporates from the floor of our dislikes and festers on the ceiling of our

dissatisfieds

watching reflections dance your eyes. greener shores and longer summers

puts on warm fires with the dreads of wet molasses

but it's not acid and it's not sweet so excuses won't work this time

You were the first time I tried to fold myself into the skyline

I thought about the door, the exit clearly marked

the numbing silence of bedsheets and squeaking frames

but kisses make us dry and words make us wet and shelters become crowded, cocoons disintegrate

We were always almost, almost broken. A half step flat, sung streets into symphonies

Butterflies can fly when it's dry. only are free when they exit

hips click and fit perfectly. You forgot I have no rhythm

Breaking out my wings with stringy mucous and cracking joints

battle scars in stares

thrust up and fly free

the first time you touched me I shivered. all collarbone and waiting

fly side by side with me

I have waited for you. waited from you so many stanzas ago

I can never write you right. never right this writing

until it's over me

We walked faster

side by side with me

we kept running

Lets Be Still by JJ

2010-05-26T10:18:00.000-04:00

Racing taxi's, 5'oclock deadlines, fingers weary from congruent to-do lists.  Everything was due yesterday & today has almost passed.  Too much traffic in my ind, come lay here with me, let the world speed by us outside.  These walls can disappear, so breathe 4 a second and lets be still.   Lay beside me, lets play a geme with our 5 senses.  Let yourself pour into me...come so close I can embrace you, close enough so I can taste you.  Silence is all we need. A moment to gaze past obligation and responsibility.  Come press your head up against my chest.  My heart beat will be all the commotion you need...chill for a minuet, lets be still.   Humming, murming, & soft whispers tickle my ear drums.  Im deafened to reality, noise is only made by your pouted lips.  So speak to me, put me in a trance...stope me from fidgeting...baby keep me still.   Lets just spend a lil time & get some peace of mind.  Breathe me in, smell sweet peppermine on my tounge, the lillac's that cleanse my hair &  inhale this passion that is dusted across my skin.   My world spins, jerks, & pulls.  We spent a lifetime searching crowded streets for even a speck of similiarity.  Unfamiliar flicks & alien glances.  Silence the cell, cut off the lights, & let my eyes light the way.   Reach out for me...  Grab me, pull me in...  So hard I melt into you...  Flesh for flesh & bone for bone.  Together we are one, 2 pieces of the same part floating on a wave of intimate connectivity.   Let tommorow rise & wake with the sun.  But for tonight, baby, lets just be still, be still.

No More Tears by EL

2010-05-26T10:17:00.000-04:00

What do you when you've momentarily failed in life? What do you do when the people around you are so trife? Don’t let them get the best of you keep it moving  Put you feet on the gas & keep cruising   We’ve all had let downs & disappointments  Look at it is as making room for the next appointment  However the next one might not be better than the one before If it’s not right for you close that door   The saying goes when one door closes another opens You've got to keep faith & let go of the hoping  Hoping & wishing won’t get you anywhere its so far fetched  You’re only one person don’t allow yourself to get stretched   Growing tired & weary you want to give up You’re boxed in with no where to go you feel stuck That’s just your imagination closing in on you With the strength you can do whatever it is you put your mind to   Believe that in time what’s yours will come  We’ve all had moments where we’ve felt dumb However that’s not the case & I’ve let go of my fears I’ve cried all I can cry there’s no more tears

Meet me Halfway by Christopher Vasquez

2010-05-21T23:19:00.001-04:00

Impossible to ones eye that well meet half way... I see clearly time is what needs to mend broken fixtures of past memories never needed to remember A fresh start is what we forward to, but only to question if what is forgotten, will soon resurface in an act of present outcomes... I see this as a risk only worth taking if your ready... We come to find ourselves bonded by the chemistry, attracted to the persona, and curious to what can possibly come about... if agreed to be a chance once again taking. Let it be known now that I am ready for love, I'm ready to face the impact of my heart skipping beats every time I'm in your presence, I'm ready to bicker and argue over pointless faults just to make up once again... I'm capable of handling the pressure that love comes with, lust n infatuation have become my disease, now only to grow stronger... breaking me into falling for you, this would be the only time I can accept pain as my triumph, only because in my eyes...your worth it. When you come to question this, it must be a scare, you must second guess my actions, as incapable, but are more possible than expected... I know time is what you want, so ill give you that.. Just promise me, you won't take to long, this feeling is forever but hurts every minute I'm without you... I promise we'll be happy, I guarantee confrontations, but I never doubt falling outta love with you... I can be what sets you free from captivity of foolish thoughts that love was never possible... Ill be patient, and leave you... Promise to think with your heart.. And when your finally ready... Meet me halfway!!!

Self Inflicted by Big E Friday, April 9, 2010 at 6:21pm

2010-05-19T22:01:00.000-04:00

You had a good thing but you messed it up
Now you sit around with the stupid face like wtf
There are days when you’re missing her like ahh hell
Thinking how could you let such a good thing fail

Looking back on it you weren’t ready for what she had to offer
Instead of taking it one day at a time you decided to off her
You’ve been through several people since the break up
They're nothing like your girl before now you want to make up

It’s too late she’s moved on & you’re no longer on her mind
She’s hit play but you want her to press rewind
Life waits on no one so she hits fast forward
You're nothing like you said it was evident when you showed her

Time passes & you call, text, & IM hoping there's still something there
You fucked up when she gave you the world so why should she care?
You're time is up now so heal those stitches
You’re your own doctor those wounds are self-inflicted

Emotional Rollercoaster by Erl

2010-05-19T21:56:00.003-04:00

I don’t know where to begin
Because what I envisioned was nothing but pretend
The worse feeling is when things don’t turn out as planned
Now you’re in the middle of nowhere & you don’t understand

With faith comes understandingBut right now it’s hard when your heart is dangling
Wish I knew how to pull it up but I don’t
Don’t know if I can & it seems like I won’t

I’m so distracted & not in the mood to do much
hank god for my writing ability because right now it’s my crutch
It gets me through these rough days & nights
Poetry keeps things in prospective when they seem out of sight

Everything happens for a reason so I keep that in mind
Knowing that the past is just that it’s meant to be left behind
This feeling of disappointment is hotter than a chicken on a roaster
I’ve been flipped upside down & turn around on this emotional rollercoaster

•Self Help Entitlement• by Christopher Vasquez May 15 at 1:53am

2010-05-18T21:59:00.003-04:00

•Self Help Entitlement•
Pain thrives on... I come to this point to
forgive but never forget what once broke me...as I write, the slightest bit of
relief comes to being... Conquered is too unrealistic to be as an answer to my
feeling, but rejoice could possibly be something close to it

... And through his eyes he tells a story...

Look at me, and what you may see is only what you chose to visualize... A simplestory is a given, but with imagination, your limitless too see what hides behind
me...

I've chosen to let go of my past, but embrace my present, just to keep on my toes
every step I make is a guarantee to be the outcome of the future I chose to take...
If this wasn't an option, I just may be like the rest, stuck in solitude of my own
self, questioning my existence

Friends become your enemies, lies unfold from the truth, and life takes your breatheaway every few seconds.. Speechless to believe of what's just become!!!

Let this be a lesson to be learned for all those who land in this era...

Contradict what you say, but mean what you say, for all those to understand me and
you, and with a little bit of luck, never resurface what we land ourselves into

I take this with a grain of salt, as its only just a partial of my coming of being,you'd be surprised of how the smallest influences, impact your life for the timeahead.. And now a quote you shall be left with... Just one more step to the nextchapter!!!.

“ Come to question what may be in need of an answer... Doubt the impossible as your
stride... Yet never let yourself go until you know what lies beneath"

Broken Hearted by Ebony Williams

2010-05-13T19:22:00.002-04:00

Infuriated, betrayed, hurt, stupid
is how I feel
I gave you my heart, my mind, my body, and my soul
but you didn't care at all.

I thought I was the only one
but you had another
some undercover lover.

You punched me in the gut with your lies and your deceit
You kicked me down over and over again,
every time you told me you loved me...
the truth stabbed me in the heart.

I tried to repair the damage
but the wounds were too deep,
the injuries too severe, too severe too repair.

As much as I loved you, I loved myself more
I had to let you go to save myself.

Now your gone and I have to move on
but no matter where I go,
no matter what I do,
my heart will always be with you.

Untitled - Nina

2010-05-05T00:15:00.003-04:00

Homeless hungry
Sick and tired
gay ...aids
anything helps

I'm sorry
I don't have any change
I can smell your forgotten yesterday and broken past and
it hurts to look at the way you must have dreamed on nights like this
Cold and the rain's drizzle can pierce through bone
I'm sorry

I have to turn away for fear of seeing myself in another's eyes
Someone like you
I am not saying I understand but
Lately I've been searching for a place to call home
because my mother won't look me in the eye these days
and my father blames himself for teaching me to throw

No, I have never been homeless
just gay
and like you, I jump afraid of what the shadows can bring,
even when she and I are alone in my own apartment
where the light is clean and the windows fogged

she said if she were a boy it wouldn't be like this
I woldn't be so scared and
I would kiss her under the moonlight or
under the frost bitten sunrise something in early December or late into spring
but it doesn't matter
it doesn't matter that we are on the upper west side of manhattan or the lower east side of new york or
even in northhampton mass

because someone said this was abnormal
becaues some guy name Freud named me deviant
said that we should walk faster at night
said that its wrong to trace the way her eyes
wrinkle like rivers on a map when she cries
said its wrong to love somebody liek her somebody like me

so I have to learned to love with calloused hands
learned to just to survive only want what is given to me
the chance to look at her behind closed doors and
lay with her after they have been locked and bolted
and sometimes that's enough sometimes surviving is simply enough
because there are better things to do and people have died for this
people have died from this
and I thank them for my chance at existence

because I don't have to wear my armor all the time
just in conversation, carry a closet in my pocket just to speak to people
"ya know I don't agree with homosexuality but if that's your lifestyle"
its not a lifestyle its a life

homosexuality is not a disease but 50 percent of the LGBT youth have attempted suicide and they have
taken gay out of the psychological disorder manual
because apparently it's a hostile environment that drives people to suicide
and it's a hostile environment that drives kids out of homes
so 45 percent of lgbt homeless have been kicked out

but you are not a statistic and I am not a crime and
this is no political statement
holding a hand isn't a referendum and I
never felt like a proposition and I don't justify a relationship
with a vote so please stop staring this ballot
when I kiss her I'm not expecting a revolution
I just don't want to hate myself for it
Don't want to hide behind ambiguous pronouns and uncomfortable sentence
I don't wnat to be anybody's secret

I know this kind of love story was never supposed to exit
It was tucked away from books
So I stopped reading fairy tales and started to read between the lines
Because there is no alice only this rabbit holed kind of life and slipping through the cracks
Because Brittany Spears can walk into a cab with no underwear and get three pages in the paper
But no one will ever know you name or that
There are twenty thousand more like you
Just searching for a bed

So I'm sorry
There's no change
I can smell your forgotten yesterday and broken past and it hurts to look at the way you must have
dreamed like this
I'm not saying I know what you are going through
I'm just saying that
I get lost sometimes too

To Be Forgotten - Christopher Vasquez

2010-05-04T23:54:00.002-04:00

Did it occur to you that I was stricken with lust for you, did you ever wonder why I distance myself with you, only to be closer with your heart. If I never told you that you mean only the world to me, what would you say to that? At the least but none less, could you ever give me another chance to wake up and prove to you just the impossible... Would you ever think twice about leaving me with hurt and guilty pleasures only to satisfy what's long gone. In my mind, I've painted a picture of the perfect beginning for us, fantasised the perfect life, but never concluded an ending, just because I see no stopping from where we start, the possibility of there being an ending in my eyes are nothing what I look towards. I can admit it may just sound crazy, but I only choose to believe what seems to be unrealistic outcomes. Scarred with sorrow, my mind cries out for you, day by day, night after night, your presence is the only thing I ask for... Did you ever take a second to realize I am what you have been missing, cycling me out of your life, only expecting greater things to come, but failed to see I'm the next best thing, if it was ever spoken out loud, I wonder if you would pay attention to the sirens that call out for you, or would you be guarded by deaf that you'd let the whispers of my soul simply pass by as if never said... Just one more chance is what I want, I fail to beg or plead, nothing thats to far fetched, all I ask is a question, I leave it in your mind, give it time to sink in, acknowledge what I said, and remember that my mistakes once before, won't come to happen again, and if I am given a second time around, I can only promise you a better tomorrow, what's left to be unspoken is what I hold so close, choosing to let what's not said become my actions when I have you back again. If it wasn't a sure thing, I'd never think twice to write you my heart, if I didn't dream about this, this would be a blank page, and if I wasn't sure about this, I would never let you read it!
Just remember, as special as you are to me, as I will be to you, We are never to be forgotten!!!! xoxo

Untitled by Starz

2010-04-07T15:39:00.003-04:00

You could never relate to my thoughts, fears, and insecurities...
Let go of your bullshit and move on she says!
Easily traumatized, frequently scared, never truly letting anyone in...
LET ME OUT!
Throw me out, suck me in, push me in. Into your world of make believe.
Where you say fantasies come true, I lost vision to what is true.
I am your hostage, your victim, your prisoner...
I am drained, tired and hungry, haven't slept in months, haven't tasted food in years.
I live off her fluids, it nourishes my black soul and I couldn't be any happier

Assumed Fate by Christoper Vasquez

2010-04-05T01:28:00.002-04:00

Tempted fate to undisclosed what seems to be keys to answer my undefined answers to pleading for guidance...although we tend to underestimate the fact that a conclusion is justifying the answer that we assume to be as solved. Nothing more that just a second based theory to discovering that we as people merely decide to take life into our own hands and determine the outcome. If we push the barriers and maybe take us a second to actually listen and acknowledge the face that we don't know all the answers, but are capable of learning most of them, will we be finally able to see that grain of sand, something so small and simply is yet the glass once broken from shattered memories of someone else's life. Could it be possible that we don't take the time to possibly listen and recognize that the even in the simplest form, a story lies behind it...ending the story seems like the best thing to do , but actually taking the time to it full out, would be considered impossible. Because no one is willing to see the while situation, only what eyes supposedly speaks. Those who listen are the ones to find their very conclusion at the end of the tunnel. Chapters are soon closed, but the book is impossible to keep shut, for the fact, someones eyes will catch its attention, and in that time, maybe it'll be read with and for purpose

by Nina

2010-04-05T01:21:00.002-04:00

Because it is 8:54 and we are in North Hampton
during winter when the door opens
the rooms winces and she is crying again
folded into the corner
by the bed frame except
there is no bed frame
and her eyes look like crystals
with a freckle on the right side
where I can see the river
because this house walks on stilts
and her body was built on a hill
but it may rain tomorrow and the snow
is waiting on the river because
it is winter and the rocks
cant seem to stop anything
so they are less violent
though she is crying perfectly
she slowed to push her hair from her
eyes cant see the way
she wants them to imagine
without blinking there is plastic on the windows
and the crisp New England air smells less colonial then
I would have expected less real then
I remembered waiting upstairs
I heard the phone ring
in the jar by the mirror
with the scratchesthat read like hieroglyphics
decoding the reflection of the memory and the
seasons spent forgetting
the impression of the river and the
voice that followed her father's questions
when she woke up in the middle of the
night to find that she sighs differently now

Thoughts Of The Day!!

2010-03-29T20:42:00.002-04:00

I search but never find,

Hurt but never cry,

I work and forever try but I'm confused so never mind

and its worse but better times!!

Random Thoughts

2010-03-26T09:34:00.003-04:00

Never give up on what you believe in,

Even if other people don't agree, It's what you think that counts.

If your heart is pulling you toward your dreams, don't give up just take it to the extreme and follow your dream.

You can make a difference if you put your mind to it. Hold your head up high, reach for the sky and say today is my day and im going to make a difference my way!!

Random Thoughts

2010-03-20T11:37:00.001-04:00

" Life is a Journey and Only You hold the map!!"

Good Where Im At By BigE

2010-02-26T01:50:00.002-05:00

We're human and we all make mistakes
No matter how much we push disappointment aside its never displaced
However life is ups & downs
It takes less energy to smile than it does to frown

We all fall short but we must keep pushing
Becuase we have a savior named Christ who serves as our cushion
Things aren't always good because it helps us grow
But with a good heart and a humble spirirt there is no limit to how far we can go

When you have someone who's loving, compassionate, and understands
You keep those people around you don't cut off their hands
In life their are those who deserve a second chance
Yet nothing is going to come to us with arms folded & in a stance

At some point in time there is something called maturity
It is developed by those who know their worth & have a strong sense of security
With that said I've come along way
And thank God is all I have to say

I could've been one of those who's still stuck on the past
Wondering who, what, when, where, & why things didn't last
Nevertheless everything happens for a reason
Some people are around forever & other only for a reason

We've all been through the same things so its easy to relate
Like points on a graph the people who know me the best we always correlate
Accepting all that life has brought me through I can sit back & smile
Nothing is permanent but this great feeling will last for a while

I love my life and I wouldn't change a thing
I've fallen down but those setbacks are only a temporary sting
Many people are living life blind as a bat
Never mind what I've been through I'm good where I'm at

Self Destruction by Christopher Vasquez

2010-02-25T00:36:00.002-05:00

Shattered splinters through my heart, explosions of my thoughts bursting out.
I see light, but the shadows quickly shield my hope, circling my mind...I am lost.

Nothing makes sense to give reason to what is proceeding. I find answers to once existing questions...the end of my belief, spiraling, I drown, tempting to cut off the attachment to which deepens my pain, a coward I become...

Radiance only shines when I look towards my secret...Undiscovered, I feel I've found reason to continue...I dance with my enemy, my fear, my pain. Slowly I lie to my death, I suffocate...Unbearable, I give in.

I settle for a taste of sin...I SCREAM! I am alone, once again I become numb to believing my own lies...Words. Tempted to write his mystery, lurking beyond my own depths...I sheme to satisfy myself. Selfish you call me! Agreed, but my cure is only what is to be believed my own self destruction

Untitled by Nat Nat

2010-02-24T00:25:00.004-05:00

how do you feel when the pain throbs and sears?
is it too much to hold in silence til it explodes through your tears?
Does it rearrange your story and erase your years?
because the time its taking up from you is making your fears?

Don't let it win over your strength,
When love is what's measured and gives your life length...
and smiles are moments worth more than defeat,
and the support you've shared that will never beat
your emotional support beyond the strength of your feet.

Your making strides
more powerful than tides
effecting the lives you touch as you go...

Portrait of a folk singer

2010-02-14T11:58:00.000-05:00

The oversized coat and hair

The shuffle of feet trying to escape one another

The light crawling from the tops of boots

The guitar begging for silence

Waiting for

This shadow,

This floorboard of a woman

The weight of her too much to hold

Who swallowed words while she spoke

She sang like an old photograph

Color fading the room

Tearing each corner

And if nothing else

the stage

and the bar

the blocks of concrete and cement

would remember

Guilty Pleasure - Erlana

2010-02-10T04:02:00.001-05:00

We sit across from each other in the same room. Every time I lay my eyes on you my heart plays a special tune. You’re someone I can see my self with. But when I get around you I get stiff. The clothes you wear you’re dressed to kill. Each time you walk past it just gives me the chills. The perfume you wear it makes me weak. Whenever I try to talk to you I can hardly speak. You’re personality is that of an angel. As I sit at my desk I try to watch you from every angle. When you’re not there you’re truly missed. Hoping whenever I have the courage I won’t get dissed. It may be wrong for me to think this way. But I can’t help it every time I see your hips sway. When you’re around I feel like I’m in heaven. I know you’re my co-worker but it’s my guilty pleasure

Images by Jamie

2010-02-07T01:13:00.000-05:00

Image after image it makes my memory. Years after years it makes up my personality. Life in itself holds a meaning; I can't find it. Why strive so hard for something that won't happen? The lucky ones find it, they hold it, they grasp it. But not me. What's so special about me? Maybe the sun decides to not shine down on me, and when it does it burns. But at night the moon smiles; that's all I need.

Stay Together by Earl

2010-02-07T01:01:00.001-05:00

Its cold outside and the weather is terrible. Hold her tight and cuddle up there’s nothing comparable. She’s having a bad day and not in the mood. Make her dinner while grooving to some slow tunes. Relationships are about ups and downs. At the end of the day you want to get rid of that frown. Love her like you’ve never loved before. You’ve been hurt in the past but you have to let that go. We’ve all had bad relationships its okay. But taking it on the next person is not the way. You must grow and learn from your mistakes. Show her time has healed everything and you’ll do whatever it takes. When the tough get going the going get tough, It’s natural for things at times to get a little rough. That doesn’t mean you walk out the door, Instead it means man up because she means all that to you and more. Everyone makes mistakes so we must forgive. Forgiveness is what makes us stronger but it comes from within. They have a good heart and everyone deserves a second chance. Don’t bypass them if they’re worth more than a glance. I’m speaking from experience I couldn’t have told it any better. She makes my heart beat fast and clears away all the stormy weather. You know who you are there’s no need to put it in a letter. Let’s sit our differences aside and stay together

Untitled - Jimie Torres

2010-02-03T18:08:00.001-05:00

Encompassed within your love, I've hoped for something more. Wrapped in your moonlight alive by your soft kiss. My liberty you've taken, by night I dream while by day I sleep. Dazzled by my frailness you let go; I've wandered far too long for things that I should know, and your love used to be one of them, but not anymore. I wasn't born to follow, but to lead. Take my hand and fly with me. As we sit by the moonlight I begin to crack, because I know it isn't easy to be alive. I don't give up on life, but I do on my dreams. They tell us all we have a gift, but how come I don't see it? The moon offers me its love every night as she shines down upon me, she smiles while I cry; She knows something will happen, but I don't. Your love won't be enough to stop me from trying, trying to lead and not follow.

Its Over by BigE

2010-02-02T17:18:00.001-05:00

It’s OverAnd it has been for some time nowI sat back & was in denialThinking to myself this is just another trying trial
It’s OverI should’ve saw it comingInstead I was being naïveJust wanted to take time to relax & breathe
It’s OverYou had my mind so goneThere wasn’t a day I didn’t think about youReminiscing on the days we used to be stuck together like glue
It’s OverI served as a stepping-stoneWhoever thought this would beStepping on top of me as you climb your way up to the top of the tree
It’s OverIt hurts to face the realityBut what doesn’t kill you makes you strongerYou & me it couldn’t have lasted any longer
It’s OverI don’t regret the experienceIt made me grow as a personWishing you would’ve ended things before they worsened
It’s OverI want you back but that’s too far to foreseeI wouldn’t trade you for anything in this worldRegardless of the outcome you’ll always be my #1 girl

Staring Out The Window

2010-01-29T21:04:00.002-05:00

Staring out the window in my class,

Watching the days go by fast,

Knowing that were far apart,

But your always in my heart.

Can't wait to see you face to face,

I just want it all to fall in place.

One day soon is not soon enough,

I just want to feel your touch.

Missing your beautiful eyes that sparkle when the sunlight hits,

Missing your kiss that sends me to a place unknown,

Missing the times we shared when I was there.

Baby all I want is to go home....

Take a deep breathe is what I do, Look back out the window and think of you.

Knowing that it will happen soon, that I will be back home with you.

The Way You Make Me Feel

2010-01-29T20:42:00.005-05:00

The way you kiss me,

The way you touch me,

The way you look at me,

a feeling so amazing that no ones made me feel,

Just thinking to myself baby is this real.

Then I look into your eyes and hear the words:

"I LOVE YOU"

come out of your mouth with your soothing voice,

and I think to myself I made the right choice.

Forever to love you as much as I can,

Forever and Always we will be,

No one, Nothing can ever take you away from me.

I'll Love you Forever My Wife to be.

Art of Forgiveness by JJ

2010-01-29T00:36:00.001-05:00

The art of forgiveness never resonated with me, until an arch enemy of animosity reared its vile head at me. Turning me off the darkened path of resentment....and, weaving me into a wheel of divine exoneration.

But this conceptual framework did not come so easy for me. THIRTY years I spent weighted by emotion...ANCHORED to anger like a steel cable. My heart was heavy like granite...falling through my center...lodging itself in a perpetual state of loathing. My force is cemented in the past. My identity has fallen off the pedestal of my future...PUSHED by the tongue of an angry grandmother...dissatisfied by her line of succession. TOSSED by the fists of a father full of contentment and shame and SHOVED by myself...the most brutal of them all. Forgiveness I never understood...holding a grudge, that, I mastered.

Piercing the womb of a child. Unfolding her flesh. Strapping wings on her back...propelling her into adulthood. Too young, too weak to fly. Pinching of flesh on hips on cheeks. Monitored meals and denial of bedtime snacks. MOCKERY at a figure that is curvy and full of life...tormented and tortured. Nights rocking myself to sleep to a lullaby only my ears can hear. With so much destruction, who holds the power to grant clemency?

Over time my earth spins off its axle...disturbing the ebb and flow of all things crude and pure. A river inside me forks...my emotions split and flow away from my core, leaving me abandoned from myself. I bury my memories beneath the soles of my feet so I may stomp them dead 1000 x's...and there, there...my soul went sour.

No longer able to BARE this pungent and foul odor of hollowness and vacancy, I awaken the anima...the SHE that always was and always will be. The biblical notion of an eye for an eye has left me blinded to my own image. Seeing myself, distorted, contorted, and shattered. And...living under the premise of a tooth for a tooth has done nothing but alter my speech and leave my message twisted and wrenched.

I had become the image of my enemy...full of blame. A prisoner of pain and fear...shackled and muted by convenience. So...naked and raw I climb a tower of absolution. Purging myself of the story that was told to me NOT written for me.
With retrospective sympathetic affection...I...traverse the boundary between justice and revenge to nestle in a place of forgiveness. I perch my dreams upon that pedestal of futurity...while I stand, HERE...NOW...heart beating in a pool of emotion...clean and clear. Mind open and breathing in prosperity.

Untitled by Pr3pE

2010-01-29T00:33:00.002-05:00

WHAT I GOT CAUGHT UP SAYING WAS
WAS THERE REALLY ANY LOVE WHERE I CAME FROM
CAUSE IM WALKING TO THE BEAT OF THE SAME DRUM
THAT A HUSTLA PITCHED WHEN HE SOLD THE SAME DRUG

SEE ALL I SAW BEFORE MY EYES WAS THE COMPROMISE
THAT NI***S GON' DIE IF THEY DONT GRASP AHOLD OF WHAT IS NEEDED TO SURVIVE
SO I CLOSED MY EYES AND PRETENDED TO HOVER THE SKIES
AND PRAYED TO ALLAH THAT I COULD SOMEHOW BE DISGUISED

AND LIKE YEAST I'D RISE AND BE THE JEWEL OF THE NIGHT
AND SOMEHOW SHINE BRIGHTER THAN A SUNNY SKY ON A FRIDAY NIGHT
AS YOU SEE, SOMETIMES MY THOUGHTS DONT MAKE SENSE
BUT THEY IMPRINT ON MINDS THAT ALLOW THEM TO COME IN

AND IF YOU DONT ALLOW THEM TO ENTER THEY BOMBARD YOUR MIND LIKE WODDEN SPLINTERS
TEARING THROUGH EVERY WALL UNTIL THEY REACH YOUR CENTER
SO PLEASE LET ME IN

SEE WHAT I GOT CAUGHT UP DOING WAS
ALLOWING THE PERCEPTION OF SOCIETY CONFUSE ME, DUH
SO IF YOU INFUSE ME AND ALLOW ME TO USE ME
MAYBE I'D DROP THE TIGHT ACT AND LET IT FLOW LOOSELY

BUT INSTEAD I CHILL WITH TOM, DICK, AND HARRY
AND HOPE THAT LARRY SOMEDAY WOULD ASK ME TO MARRY
AND WE CAN BOTH LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER IN PARODY
AND THEN WE CAN PLANT A SEED AND LIVE THE AMERICAN FANTASY
AND SAIL THE SEVEN SEAS WHILE THE WHOLE DAMN TIME ALL I EVER WAS TRYING TO FIND IS ME
SO WHEN OUR TIME IS UP...I CAN
JUST TAKE IT TO COURT WITH THE PRENUP, MOVE ONTO THE NEXT ONE AND SAY WUSSUP

SEE WHAT I GOT CAUGHT UP HEARING WAS
BECAUSE MY SKIN DARK THEY ARE NOT HEARING US
SO I WATCH THEM SIT ATOP MOUNTAINSIDE LOOKING DOWN SAYING LOOK THEY ARE FEARING US
DARING US, TO MAKE A SOUND WHILE THEY CONTINUED COMPARING US
WITHOUT US EVEN MAKING A BLARING FUSS...
WHOSE FAULT IS THAT
THAT I AM BLACK AND DONT AGREE WITH SOCIETAL FACTS
BUT INSTEAD TREAT THEM LIKE REFUNDS AND TAKE THAT SH*T BACK
NOW LOOK AT THAT

SO NOW I EMBODY ME, BUT I WILL ALWAYS CHARGE IT TO THE GAME EVEN THOUGH THERE IS NO LOTTERY
CUZ MY EXPERIENCES DONT LIE TO ME, BUT INSTEAD THEY ARE DRIVING ME, TO SEE WHAT YOU MAY ONE DAY SEE AS SOCIETY'S ONE BIG BRIBERYWHAT I GOT CAUGHT UP SAYING WAS
WAS THERE REALLY ANY LOVE WHERE I CAME FROM
CAUSE IM WALKING TO THE BEAT OF THE SAME DRUM
THAT A HUSTLA PITCHED WHEN HE SOLD THE SAME DRUG

SEE ALL I SAW BEFORE MY EYES WAS THE COMPROMISE
THAT NI***S GON' DIE IF THEY DONT GRASP AHOLD OF WHAT IS NEEDED TO SURVIVE
SO I CLOSED MY EYES AND PRETENDED TO HOVER THE SKIES
AND PRAYED TO ALLAH THAT I COULD SOMEHOW BE DISGUISED

AND LIKE YEAST I'D RISE AND BE THE JEWEL OF THE NIGHT
AND SOMEHOW SHINE BRIGHTER THAN A SUNNY SKY ON A FRIDAY NIGHT
AS YOU SEE, SOMETIMES MY THOUGHTS DONT MAKE SENSE
BUT THEY IMPRINT ON MINDS THAT ALLOW THEM TO COME IN

AND IF YOU DONT ALLOW THEM TO ENTER THEY BOMBARD YOUR MIND LIKE WODDEN SPLINTERS
TEARING THROUGH EVERY WALL UNTIL THEY REACH YOUR CENTER
SO PLEASE LET ME IN

SEE WHAT I GOT CAUGHT UP DOING WAS
ALLOWING THE PERCEPTION OF SOCIETY CONFUSE ME, DUH
SO IF YOU INFUSE ME AND ALLOW ME TO USE ME
MAYBE I'D DROP THE TIGHT ACT AND LET IT FLOW LOOSELY

BUT INSTEAD I CHILL WITH TOM, DICK, AND HARRY
AND HOPE THAT LARRY SOMEDAY WOULD ASK ME TO MARRY
AND WE CAN BOTH LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER IN PARODY
AND THEN WE CAN PLANT A SEED AND LIVE THE AMERICAN FANTASY
AND SAIL THE SEVEN SEAS WHILE THE WHOLE DAMN TIME ALL I EVER WAS TRYING TO FIND IS ME
SO WHEN OUR TIME IS UP...I CAN
JUST TAKE IT TO COURT WITH THE PRENUP, MOVE ONTO THE NEXT ONE AND SAY WUSSUP

SEE WHAT I GOT CAUGHT UP HEARING WAS
BECAUSE MY SKIN DARK THEY ARE NOT HEARING US
SO I WATCH THEM SIT ATOP MOUNTAINSIDE LOOKING DOWN SAYING LOOK THEY ARE FEARING US
DARING US, TO MAKE A SOUND WHILE THEY CONTINUED COMPARING US
WITHOUT US EVEN MAKING A BLARING FUSS...
WHOSE FAULT IS THAT
THAT I AM BLACK AND DONT AGREE WITH SOCIETAL FACTS
BUT INSTEAD TREAT THEM LIKE REFUNDS AND TAKE THAT SH*T BACK
NOW LOOK AT THAT

SO NOW I EMBODY ME, BUT I WILL ALWAYS CHARGE IT TO THE GAME EVEN THOUGH THERE IS NO LOTTERY
CUZ MY EXPERIENCES DONT LIE TO ME, BUT INSTEAD THEY ARE DRIVING ME, TO SEE WHAT YOU MAY ONE DAY SEE AS SOCIETY'S ONE BIG BRIBERY

2010-01-25T21:02:00.000-05:00

Response to HD’s Fragment Sixty Eight

goddess slain pity

sweeps your smile

unfolding my glance upward

I break high beaten, crushed

though I have known

you are in the arms

of someone much stronger than

I still see shadows

mar street corners jagged in places where

I know you still search for me in the rain

I know you can feel me breathing down the neck of a night like this

even where you are

even when death is no more than your eyes

and that stone of a throat

Do not pity me this

sighs lingering between

collarbone and shoulder

the violence of beauty in your palms

chance of

and sometimes

I am a shell shock of a woman

forgetting

intense

torture set from limbs

more terrible to embrace

than pride

watching

more painful

than

Someone once told me by MILF

2010-01-24T20:31:00.003-05:00

Someone once told me "You'll never find anyone like me"
She was absolutely right...her love was a disease.
She took me away from Me. Until I had to make a choice and set myself free. I've found someone you see...and once again you were right...she's nothing of what you were to me.
Our love is strong, it's so meant to be. I feel more than what anyone else could have ever seen.
She has been some kind of magic, a reasoning from above.
God, I can't believer it is her who has me so in love.
I'm letting go of all that I thought I knew. I'm letting it all go, and giving my heart to you.
You are what my every hopes and dreams have longed for...baby please be true. There's nothing more I want to do than to spend my life with you.

Middle of the Night by Jimie Torres

2010-01-23T14:42:00.001-05:00

sitting here, middle of the night. nothing to do but look at the stars. the moon is shining while she smiles at me, i wonder if that's how life should be. befriend myself with empty spaces, i wish they had faces. my tears are like crimson, my joys are like stars. they surround infinitely through every tear that i pass. no smile can be so wondrous to make it stop, but life ain't nothing more than tears and cracks

Words of Inspiration by Erin

2010-01-20T20:33:00.001-05:00

Live life each day as if it were your last." Dont regret anything you do, just embrace it whether it is good or bad... everything is a learning experience. Life is too short not to forgive and forget.. always remember we have one life to live make the best out of your life... and never stay sheltered, voice your opions everyone is listening even though you may not think they are.

Untitled - Jimie Torres

2010-01-14T13:08:00.002-05:00

When you look at the stars you dream of hope
You wish for things that are unknown, that don't
Have a name or face, but yet it glitters in your
Eyes. Your heart lights up with hope for the things
That should be but aren't. You cry at night for freedom
For love, for acceptance and for the right to which you're
Entitled to.
But be patient, because like all good things in life you
Must wait, and believe that one day it will happen. Smile
At life every so often, you only have one so devour it.
I may not be wise, but i know rejection. The feeling that
Over comes you when life is rough, but look at the sky and
Know that somethings are not so out of reach. "Reach for
The stars" they say, and indeed you should for in them there
Is the hope that you look for, and the hope that you need.

Untitled by Jessica

2010-01-07T20:06:00.003-05:00

My words float in on intelligent breezes &
my thoughts dance on the silver wings
of laughter.
My body sways like Palms surrounded by
white sand. My grace hugs you like
sweet morning melodies.
The flicker in my eye stuns you, my poise
holds you. Every role of my tounge &
every dance my lips perform, has your
body melting with crimson flames.
Passionate waves trencend your lull &
this spell has you murmering potent
sensations...and complexity has become
a 4 letter word.
Pieces of hesitation take head to this statue
of seduction, and lust is formulated
in the minds of pharoh's.
Shhh...the pattern breaks free & your're diving
into cloudy waters, washing you with peace
& a cool calm.
Sit now, Mami will softly stroke your rising
fears & lay your weary fantasies to rest
under a bed of tranquility.

Ultimate run on sentance...Of Love by Natalia

2010-01-07T20:02:00.002-05:00

I live from this certainty and the cause of the worlds yet unknown kindness keeps me up at night to one day wish to see you at my door as a result of the universe being my friend and we drop the coat of the past at our feet to start anew and build in time as our hearts mold into a rhythmic beat to create a pulse that drives ears to listen and bodies to dance as crowds disperse to leave us two staring with a slight smile is all that is left but all that is needed to grow yet again when we touch the smiles in our hearts expand and one day our fears will go up to the birds that sing for us in the mornings of our awakening after nights of tearful passions of the only truth there is and hugs will erase the scars that are left from our false impulsive protections that we placed upon ourselves to fear the only thing that could have been real in our dreams which finally came true but we didnt know what to do when reality was all that we knew and time will one day teach us to dream again and there we will see the place where we live forever and happy till the dream of us comes true again in our hearts.... Until then

I Transform by JJ

2010-01-07T19:52:00.001-05:00

Like catepillars into Monarchs and like fallen leaves & sprouting buds.
I grow, I change, I transform.
Conversations laced with knowledge & wisdom water my mind as does rain to a mustard seed.
I harvest, I cultivate, I transform.
From a meek child to a vibrant woman and from a goddess to a queen.
I complete, I intensify, I transform.
As my hips pulse to the rythm of a sultry salsa, eyes widen & stares insensively magnify.
I luminate, I captivate, I transform.
Ocean waves wash away the trail of my tiny feet and a darkness falls, the moon conceals blemishes left on my soul.
I mystify, I pronounce, I transform.

Dreams by Lex

2010-01-07T19:46:00.002-05:00

Dreams are thought about as a child Nothing thought about is beyond wild Anything that you can imagine can be reached Every barrier in your way will be breached You make plans to be unstoppable by any means necessary is the only way probable The word "NO" is a foreign voice The word "DEFEAT" is not a choice There will be obstacles that cause you frustration Don't give up stay focused and keep your concentration When u get to where your going because you stayed motivated Take time to look back and laugh at all those who hated