Title: Being Yourself
Posted On: 2015-10-30 16:08:32 UTC

A day where you think people are dressing up to be someone they're not A day where people are actually doing everything they've been wanting to do A day where putting on a mask is taking off the mask you've been wearing all year A day where some people are being themselves for a change

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Title: Cliche
Posted On: 2015-10-11 14:54:21 UTC

You were.... Just like the moon through my drapes Just like the sun through my shades You were.... Always in sight, but never in reach Always around, but never for me

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Title: Sudden Notice
Posted On: 2015-09-17 02:13:25 UTC

I sit here in McDonald's studying for a exam in Media Law Communication and my senses start to grasp my surroundings in the thought of sonder. Somebody soul their to stitch the clothing on these customers. Somebody soul their soul to construct this seat I'm sitting on. Somebody sold their soul to manufacture pieces of the vehicles in the drive thru. Sold their to make my laptop, phone, and the highways outside the window. Some of those people are dead, dying, or trying to stay alive. You can't get away from selling your soul to something if you wanna purchase freedom in its disguises.

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Title: Timing of Ideas Spark Rant
Posted On: 2015-09-08 18:27:47 UTC

Ideas that don't make sense or accepted as misunderstood are only dismissed because of timing. For instance, love in the moment of its presence is cherished, reciprocated, & shared. But love in the moment without, you're hoping to fall in love with a complete stranger & tie ends with family members you'll never know wholly or intricately. Strangers are individuals we're taught to stay away from. Regardless of being institutionalized, you select potential strangers that will accept you and vice versa This isn't about love, this is about Ideas

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Title: Ye's Speech
Posted On: 2015-09-02 03:41:50 UTC

Nothing at all about Kanye's speech makes him sound crazy and everyone has been dismissing him as crazy with no evidence. He basically showed maturity and gave a public explanation for a mistake, spoke on the hard work of artists who are unknowingly, emotionally destroyed at award shows, and stood up as the epitome of confidence knowing he's hated and misunderstood. If y'all think Kanye is crazy for "that" simple speech then you're crazy.

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Title: Arkansas Jazz
Posted On: 2015-08-28 19:06:23 UTC

Our past failings are the bane that braided me, you, & certainty May the empty space be our definite junction and not our juncture Nettling conversations between a wannabe intellectual and an established superficial human Painted in darkness, individually complementing ourselves, later complimenting each others hue tans Ostracized from the shallow, self excluded from the glaciers Invigorated by the six side blues I adhere to the honest emotions I possessed The kids around are impressionistic, although always living to impress Rigidity is a word you'll say when you mention my stance on my beliefs Not just spiritually, I revolve around sex etiquette to exercise mental relief You'd say to me these days, "I'd think you'd be drained emotionally and sexually from those narcissistic girls" But you comfort me and let me confide in you while I hypnotize myself inside of your curls The reason underneath our friendship is explicable The reason underneath our infinite friendship til death is inexplicable With the heart of a cougar being that of a desolate street of hope I'm physically vulnerable of being modulated and mentally kidnapped without ropes Being in a myriad of possibilities, I chose the one in the floral print dress Who could be modest when loving someone so blessed With you, I'd find myself being ostentatious about you at someone's wedding Even with my eyes closed, your voice echoes how effusively beautiful are For eternity, may I be ample enough for your forever May I exercise my premarital vows through these lengthy letters

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Title: City Kid Blues
Posted On: 2015-08-22 17:54:38 UTC

Love isn't the glue for all the shattered women Hate for masculinity isn't the prominence of the movement that's feminine The unattainable is not what they desire from you Consistent curiosity is not displayed to make a liar out of you Her patience with the clocks hands is not to make you wait Those outfits are not worn to transform herself into bait The madness is only aggressive advice I shouldn't have to say these things twice

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Title: 6ix Shit Dot Desire
Posted On: 2015-08-05 21:56:24 UTC

These past few years, all I've wanted to do is be with someone, make them happy, paint them, write about them, talk to them, go on adventures with them, enjoy them, give them the best sex ever, debate with them, be there for them, love them, just everything with them.....but it's difficult. Everybody gets to love somebody except for me and Drake, why we can't find nobody bruh?

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Title: More Matter
Posted On: 2015-08-01 19:22:30 UTC

Can't force love inside of the night Sometimes it's just only one night Passion lets you make love to someone you don't love Then you're gone again The birds that I kissed were a lesson I got my wings as a blessing Fly through the skyline with your feathers on me When it rains here, it reminds me of when you would weather on me Oh what a summer Once again, a new runner Can't turn a runaway to a significant lover Only thing left at this point is moving north Hope these walls feel just like yours You were all that mattered to me

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Title: Ode to Rhythm
Posted On: 2015-07-31 23:55:24 UTC

Here I am, running back to you as usual Adding pieces to your core & soul Always running off to find love in people that doesn't exist Always leaving something that loves me and doesn't resist Me & you forever inside of light-less rooms Me & you forever under illuminating moons You're always here no matter where I go Even if not physical, your spiritual presence is right along wherever I go

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Title: To Be With An Artist (Me)
Posted On: 2015-07-25 18:08:57 UTC

When an artist wants time alone, they want time alone to be with you spiritually. The vibes you give to an artist has to be expressed on a canvas. Accumulating new words & colors specifically to create your existence is a way of life. You won't see every creation unless left behind purposely. A vivid image of an artist's art & their heart in a equal headlock is the representation of the mind and soul. Be delicate with the heart and mind of an artist as your ways are always expressed in their form.

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Title: To Love An Artist (Me)
Posted On: 2015-07-25 18:06:27 UTC

To love an artist is to never dismiss an idea no matter how obscure, random, or wild they are. When an artist expresses their ideas and thoughts to you, that's their metaphorical way of giving you pieces of their heart. If there's consistent poetry and art about you, then there's a connection that they've prematurely vowed to keep . We're not easy to love or comfort, we're hypersensitive and awkward which is the foundation of our creativity.

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Title: Bad Acting
Posted On: 2015-07-24 04:33:00 UTC

Invited to places I'm not welcome I summoned apart of myself that didn't exist Hollywood is not my home, Hollywood will not be home I never follow the script given Never have I found balance on my side of the pivot I never finish those scenes that require less of my desires Won't watch you grin & water down our fire Bad actors never get trophies They give speeches & become trophies

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Title: Porn Rant
Posted On: 2015-07-10 07:30:36 UTC

I think I'm gonna have a lenient restriction on my child about pornography. I'm not gonna bash him and tell him it's terrible to watch it cause it's gonna happen inevitably. I 'will' stress to him that it's not real, those people are actors, to use protection, and to not watch it in public which is close to forming an addiction. I 'will' browse his history to see what he's curious about, how this culture affects him sexually, and if he's having orientation conflicts.

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Title: Bad Flower Bloom
Posted On: 2015-06-23 03:34:19 UTC

When the blood changes colors cause it's not the sin of you You throw it over surfaces in the light of the moon And the red hieroglyphics are nothing new to you And the voodoo in the garden make bad flowers bloom Over prepared for running after you When you win the race but the winner isn't you The curls in your language are things you can't keep groomed And you bring your first day of winter late in June When the ambiance of the fireworks don't have a boom Cause the sex pistols went bang bang inside your room

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Title: Vice Fever
Posted On: 2015-06-10 03:31:53 UTC

I see you and your resurrections Your co-ruler veils your deception The paintings have made new dimensions Where's the common courtesy for sex trafficking pensions By the Valley, there was balance in the trinity concept I myself virginally born into a promiscuous concept For my vices carry me on its scales as the crocodile cult I come to you with your co-ruler This dark tint for concealment For empty fulfillment

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Title: To Make a Sad Man Laugh
Posted On: 2015-05-30 05:53:15 UTC

Standing up with a mic, no help Making fun of the crowd, no help Laughing about my pain, no help Laughing about my joy, no help A juggling clown routine, no help 15 midgets in a car, no help Ring of fire accident, no help Bodies cut in half, no help Best date of my life, no help Marriage and kids, no help I hate family reunions, no help I hate my wife, no help She took everything from me and now I'm a sad comedian who needs help

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Title: Captivity
Posted On: 2015-05-28 21:29:02 UTC

Setting myself free, illuminating our captivity & situation I come back home to loosen the chains with no hesitation They kick & push me away & yell for help to their step parents And they say to me, "They are not slaves" They tell me to pray instead of using the key to free them They tell me I need a Jewish man instead of my history They tell me I need a Hebrew man instead of my history They tell me they're not slaves, slaves are a page in history

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Title: A Lot of Marvin Gaye Lately
Posted On: 2015-05-27 01:01:10 UTC

Spine kissing architecture and I realized what happened here I've fell in this place before, Deja Vu about what happened here I yearn for somebody And look what I do when I find somebody I always say it's impossible And look what I do when I see that it's possible I need a fairy tale right now, way too much Marvin Gaye lately I don't want to stop what's going on, hope you never ask how I been lately The only red light right now is the stability that I don't have The only red light right now is the time that I might not have You need somebody I hope to myself I'm that somebody I need somebody Cause I'm tired of all these bodies You asked me for me, I'm here tryna fix your order Strings stretching over borders And right now I'm a time hoarder This is not about the other flowers that may be in the garden This is about me spending time there and barely coming back to the garden I'll be loyal while I'm here It's homecoming that bothers me I don't wanna leave you stranded here No one deserves to be stranded here I came home to think about you And this is what I think about you

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Title: Mount Ottagono
Posted On: 2015-05-26 22:46:38 UTC

There was a mountain with graffiti And the base of the mountain gave shade to my lips And the texture of the mountain felt like a wave of hips And the smell of the mountain made me think of spring And the taste of the mountain made the pond sing And the movement of the mountain was of graceful waves And the feel of the mountain gave existence to soft caves And this upside down volcano of a mountain will resound And the lava of this mountain seeps through the soil found

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Title: Fingers In Soil
Posted On: 2015-05-26 21:31:24 UTC

Misty, I found another flower I'm downtown already Meet me on top of the towers..... I asked her, how do I keep it alive She said, go bury your time I told her, I needed it She told me, it would too I asked her, what else do I do She said, dig up the outcomes I asked her, what's next She said, leave the graveyard I asked her, why She said, you're not dead yet, you just don't exist anymore

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Title: Zodiac Homecoming
Posted On: 2015-05-26 19:11:43 UTC

Beautiful storms live over homes without a roof When the water begins to pour, I'd like to be drenched with you too If the merry go round of winds come and you go play, I'll invite myself to play too If the dinner on the table begins to shake, I'll lock our existence as we fall through Is this a new religion Is this a paradise like prison My pyramid had a roof Then a zodiac from the stars fell through

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Title: Complimentary Change
Posted On: 2015-05-26 18:55:36 UTC

What is it when Happy people cry, Sad people smile Live ones feel dead, Dead people feel alive Comedians don't laugh, Cupid doesn't love Stoic ones begin to move, Her skin becomes too rough The good begin to lie The hurt begin to trust Broken wings begin to fly Angels begin to lust None become believers Believers believe no more Monsters take human form I feel my growth of horns

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Title: The Rant
Posted On: 2015-05-24 18:45:08 UTC

Religion is an intricate part of me not being religious. For one, I realized people aren't naturally or hermetically good people. ONLY the fear of a higher power makes you do the right thing, not because you think it's right. Y'all literally fight to do right and so easily do wrong. People are rarely good people out of the kindness of their heart, they're kind out of fear and that doesn't last long nor seem right. That's why I'm not religious but I respect it because of its social order & construction. Ask yourself, what would you do without the phobias of hell lingering over you? Would you still be a good person without your religion? What if Heaven was presented as your home of afterlife regardless of the atrocities you may commit? Would you disrespect your religion because of your guaranteed destination? What if you couldn't repent, what if praying wasn't an ideology of asking for heavenly grants & forgiveness, would you still be a good person? Who's good without the fear of religion? Who's religious from the love of it and not the fear of it?

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Title: The Theory
Posted On: 2015-05-23 08:07:27 UTC

A dead ceiling fan above me Dead lights & black white walls I sent a taxi to pick up my bad habits & bad advice A destination where you can't drown twice Along the coast I see a piece of me A bottled letter washes to my feet & it reads "I miss your agony & voodoo child dogma mixed with light sin The darkness of us was needed to let the light in You, a controlled substance You, a physical manifestation of a theory A theory of a young angel without wings A theory of a young angel with silence that sings"

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Title: Ready For You & You
Posted On: 2015-05-22 21:18:07 UTC

Skin of a strawberry from the garden I pick flowers from A yearn to adorn your spirit as if I summoned you Micro bubbles on the surface of my soul Mother nature seeping through the folds I need something & you're more than that something So I'll settle for more & meet you with Cupido's soul at the door Your words architected into a vital piece of my existence I could replace Hollywood with such an act of resistance

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Title: Do You?
Posted On: 2015-05-21 01:30:31 UTC

In the midst of browsing through twerk pages, I kept noticing the statement "I love women" in bios and it made me question the statement. I don't think that statement is accurate nor fits the bio of a twerk page or anything sexually explicit. You love the exploitation of women is accurate in that case. To love women is to love them without them being subject to pure male consumption. You have to love women without sexual intentions to say you actually love women, other than that, you love the exploitation of women.

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Title: Coincidence
Posted On: 2015-05-14 22:36:49 UTC

You made me As frail as a bubble I searched for love All I found was trouble I saw a glass of wine It was red as sin Is this just for me to drown my troubles in?

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Title: For Tori
Posted On: 2015-04-15 04:10:03 UTC

A little poetry for a woman named Tori A little froetry for a woman in her glory Only in an abundance of compliments As I'm not knowledgeable of your story Aesthetics not comparable Achievements immeasurable You asked for a poem Here's a poem

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Title: Jungle Flower Fever
Posted On: 2015-04-14 05:11:15 UTC

Let them know Let them know Let them know Jungle flowers need the days Jungle fever becomes the way They don't know They don't know They don't know Where's your love for melanin Touched by black dandelions, you were always rebelling it Much too late Much too late Much too late There's a vaccine in the safari The fireworks make the heavens look so starry Lived in fear Lived in shame Lived with pigment pain Hated by her home Ran towards the sky until she was gone You can't get a jungle flower to come home When melanin hates melanin that weakens bones All those vulgar tones made her change her tone Jim The Crow just mentioned it, but we put it stone She took the black keys from her piano that night She tried to make songs but they never sound right Gracefully pressing black notes and they shock her fingertips She just want a diamond around her ring finger tip Now you know Now you know Now you know Where jungle flowers go to bloom Why they never come back home soon

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I literally can't record these songs because there's strippers in the next room and it's really loud and it's coming through the walls. Long Way Home is coming though, I promise.

Title: Little Black Boy
Posted On: 2015-04-12 20:15:56 UTC

There was no man in my life that taught me how to love a woman There were plenty of uncles, cousins, and a father but still no man Still, I only learned how to love a woman through my mother's tears and screams as a child My aunt's divorces & heartbreak, my cousins raising children alone, and my own internal, chaotic energy as a flower too wild Little black boys are only taught to conquer women in numerical sexscapades Affection within brotherhood brings about the conversation of last days Maybe I told Mariah to shut up consistently because I was taught that women have nothing important to say Way too much aggressive soprano, inadequacy in listening to you and your mother pray In the safari I continue to blossom as a little confused jungle flower Yearning to express, taught that it's synonymous to cower When your father dismisses your letters of affection and appreciation There's a void filled with empty sex mixed with chivalry because I was taught to conquer women but I understand energy and it's combination My hate for men came from some man trying to rip me out of the soil and another one not planting me right My love for women came from a woman who fixed my stem and another one who peeled my pedals back every night Not a rose from the concrete, a wild flower from damaged soil Once upon a summer I rejected the teachings of hating women who's hair coils To accentuate my affinity with oral sex and poetically naming it a flower Maybe this urge for it isn't sexual, as I relate to a wild flower, maybe I crave who I am internally for hours Watching orgasms escape from these flower beds Baptized by these human-like goddess shower heads Raised to see love as a result and not a pursuit Realizing why I don't love me, maybe I'll know how to precisely love you I love all my uncles, cousins, and my father But I wasn't loved, you can't nurture plants with bad advice & liquor, only water As I write this and these tears won't fall from this over aggressive upbringing A dry bucket of tears turned over and made instrumental, creating bells that ring They raised this wild flower in flames, is this really melanin from the homeland Subconsciously yearning to be 1 year old me, long hair & loving, but not unplanned The jealousy of how perfect my siblings upbringing will be As a first born phoenix of collected chaos, love, and expression I'll teach my child that love is not at all like congestion I'll never dismiss my child's affection I'll show you how to love Your father, maybe a child of the blue Childhood damage conversations will never consist of pieces from you I'll let you be young throughout your youth My wife, your mother, our queen, will love us Her husband, your father, your King, will love us Through mistakes & corrections, neglect & rejection, and expressive acceptance You'll be a sublime flower that faultlessly blossoms

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Title: Dry Coasters
Posted On: 2015-04-01 19:14:02 UTC

I'm not sure of the name of that road of longevity that leads to Las Vegas I'm sure of the synonymous mood I yearn for To pursue someone among this road Gentle cruising and chasing the car she said she drove The smell of her car's perfume keeps me on track behind her Longing on this long strip of tar so I can converse and rewind her Not for any sexual advances would I red wine and fine dine her To hear her voice of secrets while her necklace reflects on the glass as if I've reclined her Coasting along the dry sand of this publicly anonymous strip A smooth sailing on land passing the chips Hopefully I catch up before I take a hiatus Because, I am, headed to Las Vegas

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Title: Future Companion
Posted On: 2015-03-12 06:13:17 UTC

It's 1 A.M. and I'm creating stuff as usual. I've been alone for awhile cause you haven't come around yet. There's a notebook of my introspective thoughts about you that I'll give to you when I know I've met you. Even though you're non-existent, I still say I love you and call you beautiful because I want those words to travel to your spirit and soul someway. See you soon hopefully. Sincerely, your Future Husband

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Title: Racing For Love
Posted On: 2015-03-02 19:40:19 UTC

Someone who sprinted for a heart Someone who was winning from the start Someone who ran towards the light Someone who got there and the illusion is actually dark The judge walks up and gives you a honorable mention medal You ran laps for someone who decided to just settle The crowd looks at you with a sense of pity As the girl you ran laps for goes off with the loser who still won to heartbreak city

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Title: Times Beforehand
Posted On: 2015-02-25 19:10:48 UTC

I'm between the hammer and the nail Before the next bus stop after a derail The air between someone's hand and a rose The deep breath before a dandelion blow The opening of a treasure chest The opening of an elevator The moment before airplanes fly The moment before ties get tied Before the audience applauds Before the criticism is welcomed Before the nervousness sets in Before the curiosity lets in

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Title: Garden Gratuity
Posted On: 2015-02-23 18:34:59 UTC

Just like a rose I'll be gathered by the dozens While I blossom into a gift Ripping me from my cousins Temporary smiles Home, so many miles For this subtle view of the wild Nurture me as your child When my pedals aren't as chromatic When I'm placed in a trash or attic I'm responsible for your worries of your wedding date weather I'm responsible for keeping broken pieces together

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Over The Spring Break of 2015

The Frustration

Sometimes I wish I needed someone cause it's exhausting to need yourself for everything. To call on yourself doesn't give yourself time to rejuvenate yourself for yourself cause you always need you. You get tired of you. I've been recording and it's difficult to record yourself for hours. You have to meticulously listen to and be brutally honest with yourself. There's no one there to lie to you and say things like "Ah, I like that, that was dope, I fucks with that." Instead, you're trapped in a booth, purging everything that's been wrong and right with you in a rhythm and on the bottom and top of all of this, you're not confident, you're bravato doesn't exist. Its dark because all the light is inside the music you've been writing. The music itself is replacement for not being invited anywhere, not having on-call friends; a hobby turned into a necessity. You've gotten so use to how other rappers sound that you hate your voice, your flow, your enunciation, your diction, but you always go back in the studio and record more. It's like going to auditions for a acting role and it's 5 judges at the table and they're all you. You audition for you and you laugh at yourself, you ridicule yourself, and criticize every tedious detail. I realized I never hated anyone or said negative things about myself and I'm starting to realize why. I do those things to myself, I'm a perfectionist and that ruins things. I don't know how I could ever love myself wholly if I'm never perfect, even it doesn't exist. I have the most difficult influences in a lifetime and I have to deal with that. Drake, Kanye, Frank Ocean, J.Cole, and Kendrick Lamar. How do I meet those standards, why would I pick those influences, why couldn't I have picked less honest, less self-conscious people. Ever since I looked up to these guys, I've been looking at myself through a microscope. I rap for hours and hate all of that shit because it isn't great like their music. I just need confidence in myself, I hate needing myself so much but I need me more than ever now. Sometimes you want someone to lie to you and say "That's good, I like that verse, you sound better than so and so." But you just keep pushing CTRL Z + 3 for hours cause you're a perfectionist. But, I promise, Long Way Home will be released soon, with or without the confidence.

You Should Know (For Starters)

Title: Believe in Everything
Posted On: 2015-02-19 05:50:56 UTC

I've got my eyes on someone I've got my eyes on something Isn't it mundane To yearn for everything You don't mean to hurt nobody You just mean to be somebody Choices, decisions Forever or visions Don't make me choose tonight Cause if I'm not wrong I still won't feel right A balanced life just isn't exciting I need your pyrotechnic lightning I can't sell my soul to you right now I know we're overdue by now But I'm still optimistic about having cake and eating it It's all a game and contemplating on how to cheat it I want everything I wanna give everything I wanna be praised I wanna give you a wedding ring

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Title: Brotherhood
Posted On: 2015-02-10 19:25:25 UTC

Within black brotherhood We dap, we shake, you good? As always, I am, and will be But the days are never the same When I answer no Will my black brotherhood be Will my black brotherhood see My troubles, problems, as we Will you walk with my shadows Will you talk with my conscious Will I protect my brother In the midst of nonsense A universal pledge with melanin My brother, your brother Take Care, of us and our mother

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Title: Names & Rings
Posted On: 2015-02-05 01:51:16 UTC

I got the sign in sheet for class That's not the same last name you had Where did that ring come from Who took you to paradise Chances come, chances go It's way too late, to let you know But I learned how to let go Before I had to let go You found paradise in the city I wonder how'd the wedding go What a lucky guy Where do I find those clovers To keep my yearn & desire for someone From getting looked over

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Title: Beautiful Drug Addict
Posted On: 2015-02-02 17:50:14 UTC

Outside for hours in front of a store that exploits your subtle vices Who asked you to try this You're still something special Even with cocaine all over your nose, girl you're still special You still tell the world it's beautiful in the midst of your disaster Coruscate up the flame and the lights that kills your laughter You still know what it means to be noticed When you buy your cocaine, you should get a lotus

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Title: Happenings to Hope For
Posted On: 2015-01-31 01:31:30 UTC

To meet someone at an art gallery on a "Not Much To Do" Saturday Looking at pieces, disagreeing and agreeing with the interpretations Discussing our favorite artists, our favorite paintings Being nonchalant to the instant fire crackling by the second Stepping on each other's feet as our walk syncs immediately Finishing each other's sentences like we've been engaged for a year Mistake or not, I'd never forget something like that

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Title: Meeting Jhene's Chakra
Posted On: 2015-01-31 00:34:39 UTC

Sitting with all the energy I possess Hope for chakra levels where your hands caress Caress the holes of my chakras and stitch Stitch them with your passion for happiness & empathy Empathy is here, but subtle to society Society & you would love what I have to offer through art Art is all I have to offer besides my heart Heart on the edge of a building waiting for hands Hands that aren't dependable, I rather bury it in sand

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Title: Thinking of a Soul
Posted On: 2015-01-31 00:18:26 UTC

A blind man getting to see a California sunset A deaf man getting to hear piano melodies A sick man getting to smell flowers as they bloom Myself waking up to your existence whenever you decide to exist

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Title: Draking Right Now
Posted On: 2015-01-28 17:17:37 UTC

Meticulously designed poetry for your heart and soul Reserved space of warmth on a love couch Great number of hours gone without a trace of emotionality All my words forgotten, burned, or thrown away like nationalities Why bother writing poetry to girls who don't care They love guys who don't care When they still have your sweatpants And you still have rubberbands of hair

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Title: Feminist on the Mountain
Posted On: 2015-01-25 02:22:51 UTC

I talk about my dreams And you bring up my nightmares I wanna live for me You tell me it's bad for me I'm turning the lights off It's kind of chilly, I'll be back with a slight cough You won't smell my perfume anymore more You may be comfortable, but I want more You may have your rules but mama called me Maverick Savage, who are you Ravage on the roof, you're coming down I don't think I need you anymore As much as I did before I dug deep inside myself I realized I am the core I learned from the wolves near me Now you know why I'm defensive You let me look at the stars But you never let me fly

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Title: The Moment
Posted On: 2015-01-20 18:50:49 UTC

How do I touch a woman without it being sexual How can I explore her body, not for ecstatic responses Just to examine what's actually there It's a yearn to be a vice omniscient about someone I love Tracing the art God crafted Tasting the fruit God planted, not for her or my pleasure, but to get a precise taste of who she is To say, your skin and love folds taste exactly like a certain list of ingredients The tightness or loosened curls of your hair The curvaceous shape of your nose Where your eyes meet on the color wheel or if I have to make one for you to meet The love for your flaws as they become your identification for me For the sake of notes in my poem With a journal beside your hips with me I take notes on everything I learn about you From the tone of your voice, to how subtle your toes move You may be naked in front of my eyes But your soul is prevalent throughout these lines of observation

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Title: Zoe Kravitz
Posted On: 2015-01-18 17:41:10 UTC

I watched you play your guitar Plucking strings like mad girls at a bar Why call the higher power at this hour Gazing from under the Eiffel Tower When it rains and pours, I'll reveal my mutation to a bucket Your strings not only attached to a guitar, but a voodoo puppet Without my own will, drowning gracefully is the lasting feel Tell the lifeguard don't save me, no count being added to the kill Pyrotechnic credits & body chills As you play your guitar still

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Title: Where Am I Now?
Posted On: 2015-01-18 16:32:31 UTC

I'm a bad friend in a good way You only hear from me on my good days Good friends call you about problems and for help Bad friends call and tell you about recent success and how it felt I won't call you when my fiancee is acting out of character But I'd invite you to the anniversary dinner where I cherish her I won't tell you about how I feel like a bad friend But you can read this poem I wrote about it till it ends

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Title: Dark Shades With Tint
Posted On: 2015-01-18 16:19:28 UTC

She asked me, "what's love to you?" I told her about the time I wanted to love this girl who wasn't pretty & another one who had cancer I say to her eyes, "It's blind to me".

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Title: Dear Black Girl
Posted On: 2015-01-16 03:32:41 UTC

I use to think, the sun shined over you I'm beginning to know, that you shine over the sun Caliginous, angelic, & comely; beyond the skies as the skin we share Only thing going home to the universe is your motherly hair Afrocentric aesthetics through your veins With slit wrists, your culture bled over America in unclaimed fame Supporting your political & centric views Abaft as skyline hues & nostalgic blues Universality reflects your God-like skin Protecting your halo no matter the sin

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Title: Empty Rucksack
Posted On: 2015-01-09 04:58:01 UTC

Who blindfolded Cupid and gave him military ammunition Love's been blowing out of proportion, creating resistance We only wanted him to make us fall for our loved ones Hollow bottles of altruism, we never grabbed the arrows and shot at angels to make sure that he loved one An angel tearing stitches; used since his creation Love was never reciprocated towards his heart, we now deal with Cupid's deprivation

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Title: When the Universe Wrote About Me
Posted On: 2015-01-09 04:10:41 UTC

A star looked down throughout the galaxies and wrote about earthly impressions A guy who despised of long lines at the concession stands He attended games, not for the sport, but for the marching bands He gracefully touched things in patterns with the tips of his hands Night hours are imperative to his thoughtful schemes of art Somethings get finished, somethings replicate a ink tipped dart A bag of ideas shaped like animals fuels him Creating diminishes his skeletal rest, his desires ruled him A yearn for a friend, companion, and an older sibling with life in her eyes A yearn for genius sparks, canvases, and lights under his eyes You would get tired of holding your own hand at the lake Answering "table for one" at the restaurant with a Philly Cheese Steak Wanting his mother to throw another bouquet A music manager to notify him of a cancelled tour date And the star looks at itself and wonders why everyone wants to be a star Stars only glitter against a black screen Stars die before they commit suicide Stars can't really be touched because it's against the law Then the star has an epiphany, it's the original celebrity of all

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Title: Dawn is Home
Posted On: 2015-01-07 22:11:52 UTC

You Is that all you can think of I'm never here when you wake up Washing my shirts from your makeup I should be altruistic I should stop thinking about me I'm not the one that keeps crying I'm not the one that wants to stop trying Pleasure It's there, but it's subtle You may have a rebuttal But I can see that you're troubled Has he called you again Is that why your phone never rings When you see his name You lose your breath and it's hard to breathe

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Title: Legendary Damage
Posted On: 2015-01-07 01:07:16 UTC

I don't want to be the new piano in the corner with spider webs and dust all over it I want to be the old piano with torn key strings, damage from overuse, and then, may the spider webs and dust accompany me as I lay in my last spot

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Title: Surreal Mirrors
Posted On: 2015-01-05 02:31:55 UTC

If you were backed into a wall holding what you loved the most Would I be telling you you're holding me too tight Would I tell you to stop screaming my name, I'm making midnight toast Would I be the monster that comes for you at night Are we kissing with lips that say goodbye Am I running cause I heard a cry Am I taking away what you love while I look in your eyes Big girls cry, Big girls die Big girls turns into a Phoenix and retry You're not incomplete, I'm not suppose to finish writing your songs It's just beautiful when they're finish and I can come sing along I got love in my heart But I have somewhere to be You'll hear them calling my name They're people I barely see You gotta sell yourself to something

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Title: Things She Said To Me
Posted On: 2015-01-04 22:48:02 UTC

I can cleanse myself inside your liquid soul Through the vines with grapes, you love to worship girls where they fold The lights are always green downtown From another pillow, you can't recall how birds sound That's fine, I sell my soul every morning You hate to party with strangers because it's boring You wanna break the skin of the universe Deep down you love how the truth truly hurts Who asks for criticism in such a meticulous world besides you Who has an affinity to be in love with ridiculous girls besides you You're an Rubik's cube, with 54 colors I can see us eating at Houston's, while you charm my mother

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Title: 7 Parties Ago
Posted On: 2015-01-01 00:54:17 UTC

I can't party like I envision to on New Year's because I don't have a steady group of friends to stand on club couches yelling out chants we made 7 parties ago. I can go party but, it won't be fun, it'll be like the other parties where I just listen to music alone, surrounded by people. I guess I'm subconsciously asking the universe for a good steady set of friends who I can relate to and stand on club couches with while going into 2016.

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Title: Where's The Royalty?
Posted On: 2014-12-30 01:19:44 UTC

We got a problem, we can't stay in love Marriage doesn't run in the family 4th chances run in the family We don't know how to fight for what we love We get advice that's not useful We need advice that's beautiful

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Title: Break The Clocks
Posted On: 2014-12-30 00:48:37 UTC

If your light just won't glow And the choices won't choose And the preacher won't sing And the freedom won't ring Don't wait on it Don't wait on it Take your time, but don't wait on it You'll lose the clock if you wait on it Don't wait on it

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Title: Summer 2027
Posted On: 2014-12-27 04:19:52 UTC

There were white robes burning amongst the sky Molotov cocktails gave light to the city Chanting the songs of desperate unity A melody could be felt by the revitalized community Hugs synonymous to reuniting with long gone heart mates Eyes were filled with the sweat of those who secured heartache After realizing equality wouldn't keep melanin safe The minds of the architects of the pyramids found present space When they brought up segregation in 2025 We agreed to sign our nation on the line To depend on each other was a necessity overdue Equality and justice were never witnessed by the colorful hues We tried a relationship and you broke our heart and souls literally Education of self-hate to love false images To love hair that grows towards heaven and not assimilate to hair that grows towards hell We see our ex's in public and greet subtlety and wish well We asked for love and respect We fought to keep the relationship But you can't love what you don't understand And you can't love who you don't understand This is the break up letter The letter that didn't want to be written Segregate politics, banking, and the education system Only black cops will respond to black children An abusive relationship with you can no longer be tolerated Our mother knows we're beautiful Our father knows we're intelligent But our relationship here, you make the obvious irrelevant So, as Summer 2027 breezes by We still don't forgive you We will never ask for your help again ...wish it could've worked out.

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Title: Change the Chants
Posted On: 2014-12-23 19:27:57 UTC

People live by quotes that blame love for pain and rejection. It's not love that people hate, it's the absence of it. The absence of being held, loved, and cared for. People chant Fuck Love without observing what really happened. Chant "Fuck Absence". It makes more sense cause Fuck Love is like saying Fuck Positivity.

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Title: Autumn Has Fallen
Posted On: 2014-12-01 16:58:53 UTC

Placidly walking along the curbs of nature How could I walk pass such a subtle morgue I pulled a leaf from it's home The epiphany of this single leaf alone I looked around at mother natures seasonal genocide How could death be so beautiful If only falling for the daughters of this genocide could feel likewise Likewise, you glide to the grounds to be swept amongst the rest of the fallen

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Title: Still Gone in LA
Posted On: 2014-11-29 21:21:25 UTC

Ask for me, ask for me to run away from all these things They don't need me no more Without a mask, at the masquerade and this who I am Won't let me go no more And I know, you'll love me when the moon makes it home Abandon me when the sun stays too long Who are you to love me like that She said, at least you know who you were before you met me dear Sorry I wasn't clear Where do I go from here All I know is LA Everything is LA Where do I go from here Can I find me, do I start over

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Title: Gone in LA
Posted On: 2014-11-29 20:48:44 UTC

Where would I be, without all your love and passion Somewhere dead in LA, somewhere so gone in LA Somewhere tryna be, everything I know I can't be Telling me to change a little more I don't think that I could change anymore If I ever saw you in public I'd be so ashamed You'd ask me things like; I thought you loved me, I thought you loved you, I guess things do change I'll say, I needed you all for me You see it's all over, being me is all over I wanted something new, over me Now it's over, all over me

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