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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