19 thoughts, poetry, unapologetic

you’ve taught me that pain is endurable and that love is measurable but lack of it is indescribable why do you then say i don’t deserve what i give in mine. life. how could time be so kind to me when i haven’t suffered like you’ve been through it? what do you feel when your body is turning cold other than numbness when your heart doesn’t want your soul when your mind doesn’t want your cold you are not as bold as they’ve been shown aren’t you a media reflection of the person you want to become

i left silver and, blue petals with my steps next to where you were, growing a garden in the middle of an ocean of stars, you were smiling as wide as my thoughts of you and i have been riding, residing inside your mind, dancing every other night the sun hides when the moon, like the blue on your lips in my thighs, lies, quietly floating in this ocean of you and i

but darling let me ask, has your past defined you or has it grown you? will your future be defined by you or will it find you?

in the beginning of this year we received cards and roses. and i took a bunch and kept bloom in my room. and every time i remembered to take care of my Self. i would remember to take care of the roses. some days i watched the flowers fade color. some days i found them faded. one day i found them all dead. that day i asked myself to live. from the inside out. to take care of my Self unlike i had the roses.

i ain’t ready to sit down with a boy. to bond over, talk about tell how my heart’s been overtoyed. i ain’t ready to trust that kinda joy. am still working on the parts i let destroy. we don’t cry on the night inns tho. still we don’t fight when the heart-strings sing. we let it out and take it out in a poem.

(by the way, overtoyed is probably not in your dictionary people …society, am reinventing English)

to not be honest with yourself when you are a creative is one of the worst things you can do to yourself because after you are done you cannot really relate with your craft. you can never be completely satisfied. it becomes as if someone else told the story and you published took the picture you edited wrote the words you sang filtered the make up you applied acted out the life you lived.



Gahd, don’t you look Legit!



Don’t you think legit too?

Agree with me and let’s prove someone some thoughts are better written than spoken. There is something sound about written thoughts …something honest about them. Something you can’t take back from them 🙂 . My lawd! I sound poetic as f888. Ops! I forgot to press shift there. Or I should just spell out the whole word now …it’s probably in the dictionary by now. Mh!!  How are you still not laughing right now. Lets take a moment and just LAUGH IN LOUD. Five seconds max .That tiny voice inside your head telling you what I wrote …laugh with it. Because why not!