Saturday, December 20, 2008

Chapter One.

"baby come over i just had a few drinks
i want you to visit, so come make me complete
we been talking for a minute
and you already know what it is
i'm feeling your swagger and i want you to be with me"
as he contemplates in his mind
about what his next move should be
he thinks about women and how they make him weak
he refuses to be tied down
but is this an offer he can resist
he responds after a minute
"iight ima come thru just for you"
as the conversation ends

she jumps for joy 
as she thinks of the words that she just heard
she looks over to her friend 
as she smiles she says
"he said he'll come thru
but i really want him to be my boo
i just like him so much 
his appeal is so tough
but he just touches all my soft spots
i want to find out why he's not willing to 
give me a chance to be his one and only
i want him to come only so he can hold me"
as her friend listens to what she has to say
they discuss not doing anything that she would 
later regret
for her friend already knows
where this is going to go
so she says to her
"you already know what shorties coming here for
your grown so do you
you know what its worth
let your mind navigate
don't allow lust to devour it"



the long awaited knock occurrs
so she tells her friend that she has to go.


... to be continued

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

My RadiO

my mind has ran out of thoughts
and in pain my life remains
the only thing i can result to
are those radio waves


as they flow out of my speakers
they run into my veins
as if to let me know
that everything will be okay


these waves they circulate through me
reassuring that i will survive
this wholesome pain


and as i turn the volume up high enough
to blow my eardrums out

so that i can hardly hear myself talk
the waves replace the blood in my veins



it causes my thoughts to stop working
to stop my brain from hurting
to stop my mind from thinking
and stops my heart from feeling


instead of a heartbeat i feel a bass
instead of reciting my problems to myself constantly
i focus on the chorus between each verse
and instead of crying myself into a dreary slumber
the tremble rocks me so heavenly into my dreams



and just as i'm almost cured i realize that the battery is running low
and i panic realizing
that these are the last batteries that i own
and after they die i will have no more


what will happen when My RadiO is DEAD
what will come alive that will

see these invisible marks of pain
mask my nonexistent everlasting sadness
and hear my screaming whispers for help

what will hold me up as gravity
focuses on pulling me down
what will send me to sleep when insomnia makes me its victim


and as my eyes bleed endlessly what will save me
i've depended on My RadiO so long
never did i think that it would be gone


what will make me dance when i'm alone
bring me heat when i am froze
seek out the light when my eyes are closed
what will be there for me
when i simply just don't know

as for now i'm going to just leave it alone
because for some reason i know
that i can always rely on My RadiO

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

WORRIED

I CRAVE THE UNATTAINABLE
STRIVE FOR THE IMPOSSIBLE
I DO NOT PLACE MYSELF ABOVE ANY OTHERS
BUT I WOULD NEVER ALLOW MYSELF TO BE BELOW THEM EITHER
ITS PAINFUL WATCHING THOSE THAT YOU LOVE DISINTEGRATE
THEY RATHER LIVE LIFE DYING THAN LIVE LIFE TRYING
THEY SMOKE AND DRINK THERE PAINS AND SORROWS AWAY
INSTEAD OF DEALING WITH REALITY
IT SEEMS AS THOUGH ITS A PANACEA
BUT ITS REALLY NOTHING BUT A PLACEBO
A MAKE BELIEVE TEMPORARY CURE FOR ALL THE PAIN
ITS NOTHING BUT RUNNING AWAY
ITS REALLY SAD WITNESSING THEIR PAIN
MY EYES TURN TO CLOUDY SKIES WHEN I THINK OF THEM
I CAN DO NOTHING ELSE BUT PRAY FOR THEM
THIS WAY OF LIVING IS GOING TO BE THE DEATH OF THEM
ALTHOUGH THEY'VE ENCOUNTERED NOTHING BUT THUNDERSTORMS IN THEIR LIVES
THEY SHOULD FOCUS ON FINDING THE SUNSHINE AFTER THE RAIN

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SouTh oF NoWhErE, New York CiTy, United States
Born in LA
Raised in the Bronx
and of Honduran ethnicity,
i Am a cultural urban mix of complete randomness,
so much more than what meets the eyes... i have a passion for writing an obsession for music and an undeniable addiction to dancing.
welcome to the 'inner me'.

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