Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Monday, June 28, 2010
Here We Go.
*insert round of applause*
Yayyy!
-____-
It's beginning to be very hard to stay bitter.
Maybe I've outgrown the negative.
Maybe it's just time to move on.
Yeah.
I can move on.
But he won't.
Your eyes are
The most intriguing
Confusing
Devious things I have ever gazed into.
You leave me feeling uneasy.
What are you really saying
When you look at me?
I don't think it's anything good.
I'm getting past the need for your approval.
I love you.
You annoy the living shit out of me.
I love you.
When you are in my house, do things my way.
You annoy the living shit out of me.
I love you.
I'm attracted to you.
Your body is amazing.
You are a girl.
Not a woman.
A girl.
There's something wrong here.
You align stars,
I try to decode constellations.
There has to be a stronger word to describe you
Stronger than beautiful.
And what's a stronger word
For the imposing fear I feel?
Are we just circles?
I ignored your call last night.
Last minute.
I had to make a choice.
I chose to text you instead.
No response.
I went to your graduation because I love you
I love our friendship
Truth is
It killed me to see what I missed out on.
I have no idea why you are trying to inch yourself back into my life
For what purpose?
Aren't we different people now?
I can never be that girl you met that summer.
She's buried.
I'm newborn.
What do we have to talk about?
I'm breaking rules here.
Because this is a ten to one.
Ten different things
You wish you could say
To ten different people.
I'm featuring you here again.
Do you believe in Never Say Nevers?
*Now it's showertime. And time to work on a freewrite I wrote before.
Haven't written a poem in a while.
Trying to branch off into different themes.
Trying to keep my identity stitched between line breaks
And word phrasing
And overused metaphors.
Maybe...
It's time I try something new?*
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Friday, June 25, 2010
Late Night Inspiration
For All 2010 Graduates
So I went to my friend Tzitzi’s graduation today. She spit a poem for the ceremony.
(Get ready for a soft ass moment here)
Of course it touched me (not inappropriately. she’s kinda amazing) because the message was so true. So I decided to share it with all of you graduates. Hopefully it inspires you to keep achieving and dreaming and all that good shit.
Little girl Art
Is a mixtape CD the radio would never put on rotation.
Too much truth lingers in her tongue
Over a hip hop beat tangled with a jazz sample.
She has the heart of a subway train performer somewhere in Union Square.
She’s not asking for much though,
Just tokens of appreciation in her Styrofoam cup of lyrics
Her mother tells her to keep her head up ….
As if she’s having staring contests with the clouds
Because the gravity of life is so quick to put you down.
Discouraged in her skin,
She puts her head facing the ground.
Asks herself what is the reason for following her voice if no one cares to listen
Why bother chasing dreams,
When the jungles in between seem only to break her self esteem
Life is a game with no teams.
She wants to be a successful musician - not a celebrity
She knows the paparazzi camera lenses
Are just the eyes of critics ready to mimic her strength,
They only want to snake her,
never build her, only break her,
Cause the cameras only take enough to make you fake.
Mommy says,
It’s not about what they can dance to,
It’s about what they can relate to.
Your music has the heart of a million dead legends
You can’t quit.
Too many people live nightmares never chasing their dreams -
And I swear you have the will to find a way.
Dreams are always closer than they appear like side-view mirrors.
Just look once in a while.
Talk like you own your destiny.
Walk like the inside of a gun barrel,
Never let them tell you that you don’t have enough fire in you.
Breathe off passion.
Live off your talent
Never let the cameras, and radio stations define you.
Never let a speed bump in the road get you off track jack,
You’ll be fine, you can get through the rough.
Life is tough.
But never enough a game one can’t win in.
Little girl Art
Stays true to self
Keeps her dreams quilted around the fiery cage of her walk.
She breathes a thousand tomorrow’s
Custom made for the voice of a thousand dead legends,
She is the mixtape
Gone in the wind for every dream a man,
Or woman has made a U-turn from
Needing the radio to remind them..
They are not alone.
She, too, once neglected her destiny
Only to find that living a life that wasn’t on her to-be list
Was the same as living a life that wasn’t her own
Mommy tells her,
In life, there are two streets.
The one that’s yours,
And the one you’ll learn not to take again.
Choose your path,
Be the soldier on the lines of the etch-a-sketched life you create,
Right, left, right, left
Be right in all you do even if it’s considered left field,
Never let your dreams be left unreal
Just..
Do what makes you happy.
Clouds
Just make the sky seem further,
But never let it candy coat your eyes in
Believing things are impossible.
Little girl Art
Is the Mixtape CD somewhere inside your heart right now..
And she wants to let you know,
That dreaming big…
Is the same…
As dreaming possible.
Random Thoughts On a Friday
But here I am.
Spit mangling mono-syllables
Tonsils cradling soundwaves
Because the waves of my tongue make it sound soo
Death chamber.
I would sing it to you
But I'm not familiar with electric chair harmonies.
Is this fear necessary?
*yeah that was mad random.*
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
It's About That Time...
Not weekly but it sounded nice.
I don't know what happened.
I don't care what happened.
I just want to hold onto this a bit longer.
We were on the same side of the coin
Somehow we flipped.
I don't know how that happened.
I'm sorry I'm not around as much.
I'm sorry I'm not the same girl you left that summer day.
Evolve with me. My hands are empty without you sis.
I need to see you soon.
I'll stop by your office.
Chica, I don't really know where my head is at nowadays
But I plan to keep you posted.
Muddle brained and all.
I think I have a better chance now.
Are you worried?
I hope you know I don't give a flying fuck about your feelings.
That's just how it is.
I'm an asshole about it
But...
I can't find it in me to care.
Oh well.
Sorry we haven't really spoken this past month.
I find it more relaxing and calm to retreat into my own mind
My own world
Than keep up with someone else's.
I'm a bad friend for this.
I'm working on it.
I hope you find the happiness you deserve.
I hope one day you'll stop being so childish.
I can't stand your bitterness.
Genuinely smile for once.
You are a drunk bastard.
So stuck in the bottom of your bottle...
Good luck with that.
At times I find myself wondering what you're doing.
Then I remember how much of a dusted grease ball you are
And change the mental channel.
That felt good.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Obsessed With This.
"Lesson Learned"
(feat. John Mayer)
He broke my heart
And now it's raining
Just to rub it in
I'm at your door
I feel so crazy about it
You'll say I told you so
You saw it long ago
You knew he had to go
I finally came 'round
I'm back on solid ground
Can't let it get me down
It's alright
It's alright
It's alright
Yes I was burned but I called it a lesson learned
Mistake overturned
So I call it a lesson learned
My soul has returned
So I call it a lesson learned
Another lesson learned
Sometimes
Some lies
Can take a minute
To fully realize
His tears
Your eyes
Thirty seconds to apologize
You give it one more chance
Just like the time before
But he already know you'd give a hundred more
Until that night in bed
You wake up in a sweat
You're racing to the door
Can't take it anymore
I was burned but I called it a lesson learned
Mistake overturned
So I call it a lesson learned
My soul has returned
So I call it a lesson learned
Another lesson learned
Life perfect
Ain't perfect
If you don't know what the struggle's for
Falling down ain't falling down
If you don't cry when you hit the floor
It's called the past cause I'm getting past
And I ain't nothing like I was before
You ought to see me now
Yes I was burned but I called it a lesson learned
Mistake overturned
So I call it a lesson learned
My soul has returned
So I call it a lesson learned
Another lesson learned
Yes I was burned but I called it a lesson learned
Mistake overturned
So I call it a lesson learned
My soul has returned
So I call it a lesson learned
Another lesson learned
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Friday, June 11, 2010
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Currently.
I might as well.
Oh and shout out to my dear friend who is stalking this site.
Can you tell if you are featured in this one?
It's not right.
You've done nothing wrong
(but hurt me)
And I should take responsibility for my actions.
But really,
Sometimes I resent you.
Don't act like you don't know me.
It's still me, I never changed.
I'll be here when you come back.
I've been meaning to call you for some time now.
I'm not afraid. Maybe a bit lazy.
But really, what do we have to talk about?
There may be hope for us yet.
I deleted you out of my life again.
I thought I would be able to establish some sort of friendship with you.
But after all of this...
After everything that went down...
And after all of the undeserved disrespect you've been throwing on my name...
I could care less about you.
I'm angry over the situation.
There's nothing I can do about that.
But you will not be in my future.
I hope you find what you're looking for.
And by the grace of God, have the best.
But if we ever cross paths again
There will be no smiles
There will be nothing friendly
I cast stones on the day that I introduced myself.
What ever happened to benefit of the doubt?
I am a decent person.
Must be a guy thing.
Or an idiot thing.
I think you are brilliant.
But sadly misguided.
It will be a while before I forgive you for this.
You are probably jumping for joy right now.
I would be too.
But the difference between you and I is that
I know better.
So do yours.
I wonder about what I'm really reading.
You were like the big sister I wanted.
I don't call you because
I'm ashamed of what you might see.
You will be gone before I know it,
But I know you can do this.
I know that you will succeed.
I can't wait to celebrate.
Temptation.
And it appears to me in the most attractive of forms.
I remember this each time it comes to me:
No temptation has seized you except what is common to man.
And God is faithful;
he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear.
But when you are tempted,
he will also provide a way out
so that you can stand up under it. - 1 Corinthians 10:13
And I'm stronger than you think.
Real Rap.
I've been taking a second look at everything I have done in my past
I've been re-evaluating who is going to make it my future.
It's been a tough week so far.
Anywho
Yesterday I was sharing personal secrets with a new friend
I opened up about what I think ruins all of my relationships
And how my guy's ego is so heavy that it's keeping me down.
So of course she fell asleep on me -_-
(like always)
But I woke up this morning to this text message:
"I think that you're beautiful, and that faults are inevitable.
If he's not prepared to help you grow then...
Deuces."
I'm posting this on my blog so I always remember.
Anyone can always be quick to judge
Quick to down you
Quick to leave.
The ones who stick with you during the most painful time
During your most shameful time
Are the ones worth keeping.
As for him and his ego...
I hope he sees that this feeling will pass. I'm still the same person.
With a few mistakes on my belt
And a few whelps from the lessons beaten into me.
If he loves me, he'll grow with me.
I hope he will.
Monday, June 7, 2010
July 7th Second Freewrite
I loved like graves and gravel
Heartbeats
Their silhouette splattered across shit and soil
He went digging.
Made me a crude effigy
Of half-hearted eulogies
And blew farewells that went sailing
In Brooklyn's stale air.
Each beat
Was in tune
With the raspy silence of a funeral.
He went digging.
Past the broken shards of my window opened ribcage
He unlocked the fingertips that glued my secrets together
He tore at the weak adhesive of my words
While I broke bread with the dusted bones
Of the woman I was before him.
Digging.
He buried me below sea level
I could feel his disgust behind
The chipped white of my chattering teeth
He couldn't feel the remorse beneath
The quivering wrinkles of my lifelines.
A funeral.
A watery grave
I felt his silence
Swimming in my eyelids
His absence
Gripping onto my lashes
Like erased love letters
Like a thief's forgotten tear drops
Like messages chopped, bodied and bottled
In apathetic seas.
The ocean doesn't care who it enters
It entered my lungs
Tickled the bubbles of my breath
I was choking on apologies.
Your lips are life jackets
Jerking away from me
In another world
3 Feet above the surface
Away from me. No wonder
I stopped struggling.
No wonder I stopped swimming.
I'm sorrys
Just don't float
As easy
As they used to.
(feels like its missing something. thoughts?)
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Lately...
Because it is needed.
Homie,
You need more faith in yourself.
I can't carry you on the bridge of my wings
When doubt is heavy on your back.
Fly like you were meant to.
I saw you today and I was jealous.
Yes I admit it.
I was jealous.
I really want to borrow money from you.
But I don't want to pay it back.
And I'm not a fan of asking.
I have the biggest budding crush on you
Makes me feel annoying
And will not end well.
A girl can hope though, right?
I don't know how to be
Who I am now
Around you.
You reduce me to a girl of 16
Not a woman of shaking knees
With 19 years upon the crown of her head.
I don't want to talk to you.
I don't know how to stay mad at you.
I don't want to stay mad at you.
I don't want to be treated this way.
I won't.
I wish you were still alive
To tell me the stories of my heritage.
I'm sure they were beautiful.
Rain dance beautiful.
When are you going to want me like you should?
Any day now?
Ever?
I should quit now.
It's not like if I left
You would notice.
I've never been able to walk backwards
Maybe that's why I always feel your arms
From behind.
I left you in my past years.
What makes you think
You are bold enough
To stay in my new year?
I've already done this.
I don't need to learn this lesson twice.
Yeah you're a totally different guy
But the message is the same.
The actions are the same.
That's why I don't call you.
*Venting over*
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
It's None Of Your Business.
A young man came up to me the other day saying he knew this and that.
He was basically saying that he could read me and that he knew all there was to know about me and my friend's relationship.
Of course he was talking out of ignorance.
And that's fine if you THINK you know something.
Go ahead.
By why step to me with the bullshit,
Aggravate me,
And make an ass out of yourself?
All of this was completely unnecessary.
So I wrote a little something for him...
Boy
You have never been beautiful
Your smile is ugly
Heavy from the arrogance its been lifting
The screech of your voice is skating towards me
Saliva thick with the ignorance you spit.
You are just a boy.
With scrawny limbs
And not enough weight on your tongue
To dishevel the truth of my stature
The next time your lips utter the foul breath of falsehoods
And your cheeks feel an obligation to blow them my way
I will sidestep them as always
Hand you a mint
And pray you survive this stage of puberty
Boy.