Wednesday, April 14, 2010

To My Use To Be Best Friend:

So some one who i use to hold near and dear to my heart decided to post something about me (on FACEBOOK of course) and it went a little something like this...

"I failed..This REALization marched out of my heart and grabbed me by the throat this morning. I realized that I've been failing to break free from the past...settling for dishonesty when i deserve a relationship that will last...beyond the guise of falsehood into the light of reality...
every moment my heart beats heavy with the knowledge that u cant trust any1
not even sumone u been there for..for years nd years...because she Jaimie will sit there apathetically
while u drowning in ur [tears...]" _Renee

Failure is nothing but what one deems to be their own personal defeat
stop playing the victim and pick up the baggage that was intended for you to carry, if you wish to remain weary than sadly you will remain in that one spot you manifest in your lonely head filled with nothing but pain failure and regret.
I will allow you to stand there in that one spot you've been allowing your feet to sink in, if you want to drown I can not be your life guard because no one taught me to swim.

Fail, fail you have to yourself as you live in the past of your own mindset refusing to expand your own horizons as you kneel down and preach all this nonsense, casting out artificial bait to those that you love and care about the most, but once they realize its artificial they prefer to carry on alone.

You wake up every morning and stand before the sink and glare at the disguised image portrayed in the mirror but you cant see yourself because the clouds just maybe too thick, and you fight and you squint but that mirror image of yourself is afraid to reveal itself because just maybe you aren't ready to meet yourself just yet and you continue to sink.
Everything in life has a beginning, but everything doesn't have an end, if it has an expiration date than shouldn't that mean that it should've never existed in the first place.

The lies that you feed to yourself ain't nothing but Juicy Couture though, gold plated fools gold, and I feel sorry for you because you sit there and falsely claim to uphold the very values that you don't even know, the very values that got you sinking in that one spot that you now sit in alone, and you continue to sink 

and I guess all I can say is, I hope you learn to swim.

Monday, February 15, 2010

What's Next for us

his arms use to feel like home
but as he held me an alarm rang off
and i no longer felt warm
i no longer felt whole
i feel like i've encountered a storm
living in an igloo would have been better tho
maybe i should write a four page letter like aaliyah tho
but where would i begin
it wasn't me who turned off the heat
i didn't with hold a secret
that would seep in to deep
sink in to our relationship
and devour it from the outside in
i didn't creep
i wasn't the coward
and i attempted to accept the deceit
i tried to keep it all discreet
but i was the fool
because as i worried about everyone else
no one worried about me
but i was the one who dug deep
looked for the truth
when it didn't want to be sought out
found out.. and now everyone's
true colors done been brought out
the ones i trusted were called out
in this game of volley ball
i was the net
and the ball hit everything else but it
no one felt the pain i felt as it
shot up my spine
up my neck
into my brain
and then back down into my heart
that one cold relentless night
when a secret was revealed to me
from a mouth that it should not have been in
took over my insight
and reversed its emotions like icy hot
forgive you
forgive you not,
why is this even a question
in my mind when you were the one that
promised me
promised ME
PROMISED ME
that you'd never lie
you beg and plead
tried to plant this artificial seed
of regret in my brain
and then you have the
audacity to turn around
and attempt to make me feel guilty
and still i love you
the only question i have is
whats next for us...?

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

A well Composed Mindset

One cannot distract the abstract
a disastrous commotion
creates an artistic notion
of beauty that lavishes the mind
Focus not on the noise
but take note of the voice
inside the brain
through the thunderous rain
begging to understand the pain
laughter arises as pain subsides
and sadness dives into an abyss
that lies deep down in that
darkness hidden it cries
on front street appears a frankness
of sarcasm and delight
despite the fright
than the well maintained
becomes an obstruction
A CRIME
because it is now living a lie.

Monday, November 23, 2009

Copyright.

its been raining a lot lately in my life
and i refuse to place my head down
because of the pride that i possess

one second i'm on top of the world
and nothing can bring me down
the next second i'm hitting the ground
waiting for someone to help me stand

my character has suffered tremendously
because the past events of my life have played the role
of dictating who i've become
and because of this one will never know for sure how my mind truly works

i was born free to do as i please
think not to try and censor me
because i would not think twice to scream
i am a natural born wild child slash intellect
i carry myself in a manner
that causes one to second guess
my natural social stature

i should brand myself with a copyright
because another me you will never find.

Monday, October 19, 2009

The Simplicity of Love

Love is one of the easiest things on this god given earth
why do we make it so difficult
ruin its simplicity
and take the happiness that it gives us for granted

the rules of love are written in the simple texts of our testament
why do we then transform them into unwritten ones
and further search for the hidden ones
we tend to mistake our blessings for luck

but then after we destroy it
we claim that it just was never meant to be...

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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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