- Anonymous: You'd probably like me if you got to know me..
- Anonymous2: You'd probably hurt me if I did..
May 2012
117 posts
Not once
have I ever thought
I’d never get by
I have faith in the God
that created the sky
where I
plant my eyes,
with these visions at night
I hitch rides on the wings
of a pigeon in flight
I
look within myself
to get rid of the fright
of the heights
and the lows
of this thing called Life
gettin’ vertigo
while I’m gettin’ vertical
that’s why you see me write rhymes
always horizontally
“What is it that you want from me?”
the question I ask
Do you teach life lessons,
if I get it
I pass?
Or is life about the money,
have a passion for cash?
Until it “All Falls Down”
you can “crash” at my “pad”.
I always welcome those
who were there in thick of it
who cares what ya pigments is
We all need a pilgrimage
a journey through the Soul
take a train through the heart
that graffiti is an art
though the vandals spray the scars
perfection’s overrated
& I rather see ya “flaws”
Yes I want our freedom,
but I have to spit these bars
many stars aren’t seen
cause the lights the gleam.
Those who live within the darkness,
get inspired by the light
as such,
I’m a man,
who desires what is right
the beauty in the struggle
adds the fire to ya fight
the rose within the pavement
don’t be blinded by the blight
while your mind is gettin’ ripe
I have a gripe
with the bullshxt
that afflicts our youth
they try to pick their truths
and progress their lies
I’m all about Love,
but aggression thrives
when the tension rise
and good intention dies
Did I mention I’m
from the pensive kind
I dream about it daily,
Love, I love to envision
the mother of my children
never being smothered
only lovin’ what I’m givin’
Though I mumble,
I’m still spillin’
all my ink right here
Always keep your chin up,
in blink my dear,
Love will sink your fears,
& it’ll all be better.
Never faulty,
I’ll never falsely let her
indulge in a costly pleasure
It’s all Love.
“All Falls Down II”
by: trust2
© Copyright 2012 ©
how do you usually get inspired?
I never really plan to write a poem…they just come along line by line. I could be walking down the street or in the subway or eating ice cream on the couch or whatever…and then a line pops in my head and then I write it down and the rest come. The idea of intentionally sitting down and writing a title and being like “Okay. I’m going to write about *topic*, right now” just seems so forced…unnatural. Another writer I know said that I make it difficult for myself because I don’t pre-plan whatever line follows my initial line…meaning…I have to purposely set myself up with easily rhyme-able words so that I won’t be stumped…But…I mean…If you know how to rhyme and rhymes come to you…it doesn’t quite matter what words come first…you’ll be able to work with what’s in front of you. But mostly, I go on youtube and listen to a bunch of instrumentals until I really vibe with one of them. But, that doesn’t always work since…I only vibe with very few of them, so I find myself going to the same ones time after time…Which sometimes sucks cause the lyrics of the first thing or first few things I wrote to it can sometimes get stuck in your head and you’ll have to try to erase them and start anew.
I want to write something right now,
but that requires some genuine inspiration.
So…..
Feel free to message me
and attempt to provide me some through conversation.
If I was a baller,
I might reward you with an all-expense paid trip
to NYC or somewhere else..
But yeahh..
I don’t have money like that,
so…
your reward would be giving the gift, the beautiful gift
of inspiration to a stranger
compelling him to create art.
=)
Some things that make me smile:
- People who try to walk sexily and then trip
- My doggies, and dogs in general
- When women politely decline or fiercely deny these lame a$$ dudes approaching them on the street or in the subway or where ever spitting their corny a$$ game
- Women who have respect for themselves, love for themselves. (I’m talking about a true, genuine respect and love…Not that illusion of it)
- Children laughing/smiling/playing/having fun
- Parents who take their children to museums or art exhibits
- Parents taking their children to the park to play basketball or basketball or any other sport.
- Kids looking very interested and asking their parents about things at museums and art exhibits
- A father pushing a stroller with his child in the seat
- Any parent who doesn’t look miserable or annoyed or is screaming at their child in public
- Elderly couples that are smiling/laughing and holding hands
- Young couples, or any couple that truly appear to be happy and appear to be loving the time they are investing with their significant other
- When a woman can hold an intellectual conversation, and uses proper English instead of speaking like a hood rat. Some slang is perfectly okay, but some people really just need to read a book and get themselves an Oxford or Merriam-Webster Dictionary.
- Interracial couples or people of different backgrounds enjoying their time spent together
- You. =)
Thank you for following my blog,
and an extra special thank you
to the 10 of you
who’ve actually took the time out
to message me
or respond to a message or blog comment.
=)
Excessive cursing isn’t cute, btw
(or cursing in general, the more vulgar stuff)
just sayin’.
Conceit
and “Idgaf”
isn’t all that appealing
to me either.
But, I suppose,
do you.
So…my dashboard is pretty flooded with new blogs/posts since I haven’t checked in over 24 hours (since I was at work)….And considering I work this week and have very little time for rest….I think I’m just going to save checking everything until I actually have a day off (which may be Monday? Hopefully?)…For now, I’ll stick to answering any questions and messages and what not that are sent to me. =)
hey, what is it about hands? ;)
Lol…
They are the base of human contact. They are the manifestation of the sensation of touch. They can make us feel wonderful or like you’ve been hit by Tyson. They can massage and assuage or they can cause damage. Pleasure or pain. They can also tell a lot about a person as well: Clean, well-kept fingernails may indicate good hygiene and having pride in personal cleanliness and appearance. Conversely, dirty nails can indicate that a person is dirty themselves (or that they’ve been outside for a while, or working recently). Hands can also tell you about a persons’ character, work ethic, and culture. A firm handshake shows a sense of respect, seriousness, and assurance…a “I’m here to do business, you can count on me” type of thing. The ability to grip someone’s hands firmly is also a marker of strength. To determine an elderly person’s likelihood of a slip and fall, and even certain ailments (like dementia, I think) doctors test their hand strength with a dynameter. An elderly person who ranks above average is least likely to or less at risk to have slips & falls and certain strength-deteriorating afflictions. Hand strength is pretty much the most functional strength, since the hands are required in pretty much every day-to-day activity. A pair of thick hands and forearms is usually an indicator of lots of manual labor or heavy lifting. “The laying of hands” as mentioned in the Bible and other texts also shows that a certain level of healing can be accomplished through the power of the hands. However, you do not have to be Jesus in order to heal someone. The warmth of your hands and the transference of that warmth through massage can certain have a healing effect, since, a lot of aches and pains are related to lack of circulation, while increased circulation usually means an increased rate of healing. “Will you take my hand in marriage?”, “Will you give me a hand with this?”, “Let’s hear a round of applause!” (that doesn’t have the word hand in it, but…you clap with your hands or snap with your fingers….not your feet or…armpits…or whatever), “He/she handed me down knowledge”, “He/she handed me a gift”, “As we hugged, my hands slowly journeyed down her spine and felt it fit to grasp firmly at her waist, assuring that she’s safe”, “It’s out of my hands”, “It’s in God’s hands now”, “The hands of time”, “He/she single-handily vanquished their foes”, “Will you lend a helping-hand?”, etc etc. I think you can see what I’m getting at….Hands are just…the best. Yet…some people still do not like holding hands, which it is one of the most basic/simple yet deeply symbolic actions there is. One of freedom (to care not what people think of you holding hands with a certain individual - Such as two women, two men, or an African-American and a Caucasian person back during the Civil Rights era and before), one of love (since the action is most associated with couples, and particularly, couples who are in love and really enjoying time spent together), and also guidance, security, and trust (think of a parent guiding her/his child across the street, or down the stairs, or when asking someone to close their eyes as you lead them to a place or thing that is unknown to them). Hands…they’re where it’s at. =)
Do you write your poems about particular people??
Sometimes,
other times I’m speaking directly to and about my future Love,
whether I know her already and know she’s the one
or not.
Thanks for your questions =)
don't you think sweaty palms can be kind of endearing ? ;)
Lol…sweaty palms eh? I wouldn’t know. I don’t sweat at all. 0=). I actually have no sweat glands, I pant when my body begins to overheat. Very specific question. I’m guessing this somebody is somebody I know? But who? Muahahaha?
When was the last time you had a REALLY good conversation?
Idk about “REALLY” good…but the most recent one I can think of was yesterday while I was waiting for 6 to hit to clock in for work. It was via text. The conversation was about sex. I stated that I did not believe in contraception and I personally have no desire to use condoms and would never want a person I am with to take birth control or anything like that. Why? Well…Condoms are unnecessary and birth control is more like poison control. Condoms are unnecessary because I believe that 1) You shouldn’t be having sex with people whom you aren’t 100% sure are STD-free. 2) You shouldn’t be having sex unless you know the potential outcomes, such as pregnancy. Knowing that, you shouldn’t try to interfere or enable yourself to bypass that through latex. 3) Contraception isn’t needed because you shouldn’t be having sex with someone whom you aren’t willing to have a child with. If you aren’t ready to have a child or aren’t willing to risk becoming pregnant, then…you should keep ya legs closed and fellas should keep they ishh zipped. Of course, those are just my beliefs…Everybody has the right to do what feels right to them…whatever makes them happy. But for me, I’ll stick to keeping my notches low. Which means, no one night stands, no sex with strangers, and no sex with any woman that I am not willing to have and raise a child with, because if the sex does result in pregnancy, an abortion is an absolute no-no. Just, imo.
I wonder if anyone has read/viewed ALL of my 589 posts/blogs?
I need to buy an AC..
Central AC…
Leave every room in my house at like 61 degrees.
& Then invent an unmeltable ice cube
and then….sew them into my t-shirts…
and then never sweat ever again
and then people will be like “Dang dude. You ain’t hot?”
and then I’ll be like:
“Nah man. I’m chillin’ 8)”.
If you could see what I see,
then you would see
that you’re the reason that I find peace.
You allow me to imagine
a life
I couldn’t fathom,
without you being present.
I love God,
cause these true feelings
a blessing
I want you
feelin’ my essence
Cause
Looks capture the eye
but only the heart captures the heart
I want my Love
to wrap ya like scarfs
in the winter time.
I start
but never finish
why?
Cause
I don’t want us ever ending.
Ya feel me?
I can’t promise I will
but I’ll do whatever I can
to heal these
scars
and to peel these
bars
back
like orange rinds
so that you can be free
not just part of the time.
This shxt ain’t a facade
its the truth
Skin painted by God
that’s why you feel Creation
when our lips touch -
intertwined.
Life?
That shxt sucks,
it isn’t kind
But it’s fruits?
I won’t deny ‘em
like these “men” who say “It isn’t mine”
Bliss is in what we find
what makes us happy
who we make happy
on our way to forever
You’re a Queen,
I respect
I ain’t here to take all your treasure
or break
what can’t be measured
This Love and your heart.
I watch my steps
so I won’t even stumble when dark
I’ll be the rails for ya
and ya flashlight
I’m just tryin’a guide you
away from your past strife,
Slow down & meditate
why you livin’ such a fast life?
The greatest of all things
take a while to accomplish
& the Love that is the greatest
is always, always
honest.
These my words,
so its basically a promise
that I’m fondest
of the non-con shxt
So,
I ain’t tryin’a play ya girl
in order to get
“that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff”
I want that sweet, that Loving, that
“mushy” stuff,
as such described by them
Negative connotations
by those who wish to relate
by those still bitter bout their first heartbreak.
But we gotta move on tho,
cause everything we’ve gone through
happens for a reason
it prepares us for Life
& God’s plan
for us, & us livin’ it right.
“I’ll Be Here”
by: trust2
© Copyright 2012 ©
Thoughts?
Y’all are horrible at following requested directions..
Psh.
Only like one person actually left me something for when I got back from work.
Ya bunch of slackers.
It’s all good tho.
0=)
Thank you for the question too,
“Anonymous”,
whoever you are.
=)
Who is the lucky lady?
Lol…well…She could be you. But…you’re on anonymous so…I suppose we’ll never know. =P
Off to work..
Leave something in my inbox for when I get back
at like 6-9AM.
Thanks.
=)
Live delightfully,
in-spite of these
frightening knife-wielding
life-stealing imposters -
our “friends”
that don’t have our backs,
they stab our backs
with the ironclad attacks
but we live blind to it,
our trust is the cataracts
that allow these savage acts
to continue.
The fervency of denial
is in you,
It’s in all of us.
& Such betrayals
is like the Holocaust
except
our friends’ consecration
is a con of fond relations
that cramps
our very soul
in these concentration camps.
While my brain-storms
leave all our conversations damp
with a suspicion
mixed with Love,
a contradiction
that lives it up.
But…
well…
Why do we even do this?
For over 2,000 years,
we were given the blueprint
yet we deviate:
A nuisance
that exhibits looseness
instead of the truth of this
as the
“cool” thing to do,
but our clueless living fools
us
from the living proof
that we
are livin’ wrong
but..
that realization eludes us
“Do what makes you happy”
but
what makes us “happy”, sucks:
numbness personified
in an “honest” guy
telling “harmless” lies
so he can harmonize
when he spreads apart ya thighs.
Girls do the same shxt tho,
don’t get it twisted.
Blame not sex,
not gender,
not appendage -
it’s to what we listen
its all on us
you explore the feelin’
I deplore the lust
you ignore the signs
I implore the Love
I mean…
shxt..
We’re all confused
cause we’ve all been used
abused in the worst way
lead to believe
only in which hurts today
all that is temporary
is what we embrace
instead of embracing what’s forever
and what truly elates:
God’s grace.
“Restoration Over Condemnation”
by: trust2
© Copyright 2012 ©
Thoughts?
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Disclaimer: This post expresses personal opinion and in no way reflects the opinion of the Tumblr writing community as a whole.
Thank you =)
Goodnight,
I guess…?
Eyes may wander,
to gaze:
“They’re attractive”,
but this heart is all yours -
and it will never, ever
deviate.
Dreadlocks are sexy;
brown is beautiful.
You are daring,
to talk to a person who’s face is a mystery
& You’re beautiful,
to continue conversations with a person
once you saw all their “flaws”.
I paint my portrait with words,
shouldn’t that be the only beauty that matters?
Or will you let how you view me get tattered
when a photo gets plastered,
all on ya dashboard?
Would I get unfollows
or more follows?
Either option is all hollow,
why?
Cause physical presentation
is the sole factor behind whether you left
or you stayed
or whether you said “yes” or sustained
from adding me to your list.
Alas,
I won’t front like appearance has no meaning
but it’s
really just a compliment
to what is within.
If I’m easy on the eyes
+ a lovely being inside
then you’d probably see it as wise
to keep me near by
cause such things are seen
as something rare, aren’t they?
But then again,
if I was more close to a 3
or very far from a 10
then I’ll most likely be passed by
while you chase after these men
who are handsome, no doubt,
but as dumb as a post,
either that or your heart, Love,
they take as a joke.
Though, that’s certainly not me
feelings tend to be fragile
and these projectiles of lust
to dodge them you’re agile
Is it really lust over love?
Or looks over legitness?
Its funny how I’m all about pleasure
yet, I’d give you the business
IF
what you feel is the same
as to my reverence of just you
but you’d have to love me:
I’m these poems, by trust2.
“I Am”
by: trust2
© Copyright 2012 ©
“Its too many black women that can say they mothers but can’t say that they wives”
—Common
I was called weird for writing a poem to a girl that I didn’t know..
Because the person who did the name calling thought
that it was weird for me to write a poem about a girl I didn’t know..
But..
That person obviously failed to realize the poem wasn’t about the girl
it was for the girl, and to the girl
not “about” the girl, herself.
You don’t have to know some for them to inspire you
it isn’t necessary to have spoken to a person for them to inspire you
sometimes it only takes a glance of curiosity
a glance of interest or admiration
and then some imagination.
It seems pretty wild to me that some of these tumblers (is that the proper name for a tumblr user?) have 1,000’s of followers. I doubt I’ll reach even 100 or something. More power to ‘em tho.
Sleepy..
You may see it as unfortunate,
but I can’t change for you.
I like you,
but I am who I am,
so for you to demand
that I change my plan
in order to keep you in my life
well..
I’m sorry, but..
I ain’t with it.
If you want a fling, baby
that ain’t me.
But if you want somethin’ deep,
I provide my keys
in all that I speak.
Our conversations,
they’re always discreet
Secrets, I can keep
I’m not the floor-board that squeaks,
at 2AM
when you’re looking for some late-night treats.
I mean,
I would love a bestfriend,
beside myself,
but, pretty much,
every “bestfriend”
that I’ve had was only there
when they needed me to provide some help.
You probably know the type,
the use-and-dip
I guess I’ve got used to it
but I don’t confuse them with
the realness.
The forever-loyal,
forever-there,
forever-where
ever I need them,
if I ever actually need that.
But you see,
I keep my burdens to self,
they’re my problems, not yours
my turmoils,
my wars
and I don’t want you included in them
but I just need to know
that you would go to war with me
in the AM @ 4:50
if I ever called upon you.
I just need to know,
tho,
I would never want to put you in such situations.
You see,
I’m a giver.
I ain’t a part of “The Takers”
not a faker,
I give it legit
my hearts’ on this paper
and Life’s ink is bleeding through it.
I want you to taste only the sweetest,
so why would I ever feed you bullshxt?
Nah’mean?
“Here, Always”
by: trust2
© Copyright 2012 ©
I wonder if I would have more “followers”,
if I put a picture up?
=?
Alas,
you should follow me because the content of blog,
not the features of my physical self.
“Everybody love everybody”
—Jackie Moon
Moment For Life
trust2
“Moment For Life”
by: trust2
© Copyright 2012 ©
I will be re-recording this and maybe some of the other poems
that I’ve uploaded on either Monday or Tuesday
I’ll be purchasing a new (real) mic then and what not.
I’ll also post the lyrics when I repost it on Monday or Tuesday.
Or you can send me an “ask” and I’ll post the lyrics in there, maybe.
But yeahh.
Thanks for listening, whoever you are.
(tumblr doesn’t show who listens, just how many times it was played )=).
Comments?
A Moment, A Question
trust2
I must recover from the poison ingested
from the noise that professed
that I’m devoid of the best
you annoy
& I’m stressed
so I’m forced to confess
that I’m fortunately blessed
with a hex
I gotta live:
there’s only truth
in the words that I gotta give.
Yet you have the nerve to say I fib?
When you don’t even know me
Or my version of this?
That’s absurd,
you a trip.
& Yeah I hurt too,
like a virgin gettin’ fist.
I’m on the verge of gettin’ hit
with some bullets
the trigger?
doesn’t matter who pulled it -
Cause I will be alright,
could bet ya bank on that.
I’m a thankful cat,
and a stray at the same time
yet I still smile
like a kid engaged in play time
The gifts that God gives,
yes Lord,
embrace mine.
Trapped inside my thoughts,
I spit bars,
while I face time.
I don’t need a lawyer,
there’s only Love
in this case of mine.
& my rap sheets
“It Was Written” while I’m half asleep
already wrote it down
so it’s kind of like I have to speak
Quiet on the outside,
calm demeanor
but within
it’s like bombs gettin’ dropped
while Katrina
shows her
ravenous ways
tryin’ to make my whole fabric get frayed
but I won’t have it,
I’m blazed
in the same exact passion
that got Romeo slayed.
You could find me on the stage
where the podium’s raised
right behind the mic
& the words that I say
& I gotta make sure
“What the word is today?”
to make sure
that yours is okay.
& To the others,
I have my courage,
& you’ll have your day,
cause the evil won’t reign
for that long, patna
& I know you’re probably saying:
“Well, that’s wrong ‘comma’
who gon’ stop us?”
Well, little buddy,
the same dudes you locked up,
the dudes who loc’d up
I’m talkin’ ‘bout the hair, kid,
it’s all One Love.
& You will learn later,
but for right now,
you’re dumb.
For right now,
you’re numb,
best believe you’re gonna feel it soon
maybe not the wrath,
but you’ll definitely feel the broom
that I’ll use to clean this up
the littered path where we’re stuck
think of gum on ya sneaker,
well,
the sole, that is
Grab a hold of this,
cause you don’t have to fall
to rise up,
baby, levitate
I’m here to hold you up,
never hesitate.
The evil on this Earth
is why we experience such hellish fates
I’ll be dxmned if I only say “I’m good”,
but never “great”
I’ll never know the outcome
of the chances that I never take
Inspiration has me feelin’ lighter
than a featherweight
But when will this world finally change,
for Heaven sakes?
“A Moment, A Question”
by: trust2
© Copyright 2012 ©
Thoughts?
Why seek approval or affirmation from someone else?
It isn’t their life, it’s yours.
This day started out pretty bleh,
with all that humidity and what not..
but now its starting to rain that cool, light rain
that is very refreshing.
All that’s needed now is some thunder & lightning
a good horror flick
a couple packs of Oreos,
a gallon of 2% Milk,
a couple of cartons of Chocolate Cookies & Cream
or Double Fudge Brownie
or any ice cream that is predominantly chocolate,
and
a companion to share it all with.
Let’s chill?
=)
Honestly tho,
how horrible would life be without music?
Just think about it….
It almost seems as if the two are interchangeable,
but, I suppose
Some people’s lives sing “Black Girl Lost” (Nas)
while others’ sing “Lean On Me” (Bill Withers)
“Move On Up” (Curtis Mayfield)
“Get By” (Talib Kweli)
“Que Sera Sera” (Sly and The Family Stone)
“Millionaire” (Musiq Soulchild)
“I Wish It Would Rain” (The Temptations/David Ruffin)
or, unfortunately,
uhh….
“Insert Any Song By Lil Wayne, Lil Boosie, Lil B, Gucci Mane, Birdman, etc”
(I really can’t think of anything by them off the top of my head
besides that “lolipop” bullshxt)
What’s your theme song for life?
or,
Your playlist for Life? (since, that seems more applicable)
What’s better than a “follower”?
A friendower.
What’s a friendower?
It’s a tumblr “follower” who actually gets to know you,
& shxt.
(by using the “ASK” feature)
Don’t get it twisted,
I ain’t tryin’a bag no one.
Don’t mistake conversation with spittin’ game
Why?
Lame a$$, simply isn’t my name.
I’m honest with myself:
I offer friendship,
‘til-the-end-ships,
not fakeships.
I offer
bonds-that-can’t-be-break-ships,
excuse-the-bad-grammar-ships,
but it rhymed.
But anyways,
I’m not quite ready for anything more,
I gotta work, Love.
Please understand,
I know the hurt, Love,
but I demand
happiness within this life of mine,
I demand,
that I provide
whether or not
the hands of time
are on my side.
This summer?
I’m pullin’ 21 hour shifts,
2 jobs,
10 to 7 and 8 to 8
I gotta rake in that paper
for we to escape.
“Money isn’t everything”
and I believe that
but these days, fresh air?
We need money to breathe that.
Greed and neglects polluted everything,
don’t you think?
& In my opinion,
I need vision and money to make a kink
in the armor
that protects all the drama
from ever ceasing to exist.
Peace
it seems as unwanted as creases in ya kicks.
I have the vision,
I just need the money and proper action.
Picture me livin’ my dream -
the proper caption:
Happiness.
Its all Love,
and its all truth
when I state that.
We’ll have our time, Love
I’m dedicated.
“Dedication”
by: trust2
© Copyright 2012 ©
I would smoke cigarettes,
if the ingredients contained art
instead of tar
and inspiration
instead of carcinogens.
But then again,
they tell me that that ganja
has those ingredients in them.
Why you scared to have a heart-to-heart?
Why you scared to cry?
Why you scared to show me all
your truths can only provide?
Why your lips touch Ciroc bottles,
Grey Goose, Bacardi, and Patron -
when they can touch mine or speak
when its you and I alone?
Don’t let that word confuse you,
cause that’s definitely not the truth -
tho you may think it is
when drowned in Absolut.
Cause you know I’m here forever,
when you need me,
& when you don’t.
But, you lock yourself inside this prison
shielding you from hope.
Johnny Walker will not help you,
and Jack Daniels? He’s a joke.
You don’t need them in your life,
that’s faith,
you must speak for we to cope.
You with your pains and such
& me with my dreams of us
finally able to connect on levels
with no blockades of lack of trust.
Fear no more, my Love
I have no intent to ever hurt you.
I’m here solely to offer you, my Love,
& that’s my honest virtue.
“Message In A Bottle”
by: trust2
© Copyright 2012 ©
Why worry about where we go after death,
or if there is such thing as an “After-Life”,
when,
we have enough to deal with
or worry about in our present-life?
Just be good, do good.
Do what you love doing,
with the people you love doing it with,
with the people who love you
& just be happy.
Extend and enrich.
Give more than you take
and avoid at all costs
inflicting pain or worse
on your fellow human beings.
Why make your fellow man/woman fall,
when you can help raise them up?
Why destroy,
when you can build, create?
It’s becoming quite hard to discern whether I’m actually hungry
or I’m just bored.
This only happens when I’m at home with nothing to do, tho.
So…
Either I’m bored,
or laying down on the couch at home with nothing to do
makes me hungry.
-_-
who are you?
Lol…Is that a philosophical…let me get deep on ‘em…they ain’t ready for the depth, type of question? Or is that question synonymous with “What’s your name?”? And, I think I should ask you that question since you’re the one on anonymous. ;).
Edit: I forgot to add, thank you for your question tho. It was sort of my first one, at least, by an anonymous person. I appreciate it. =)
Why try to forget, when you can learn and prosper from the wisdom that’s gained?
I feel like writin’
but..
I need some inspiration
or at least
I need to unblock the rivers
in which my words flow
towards the vast ocean
that is indeed creativity.
“Is this unprotected love
or is it safe to say it’s lust?” —Common
or is it safe to say it’s lust?” —Common
I feel so naked without my mp3 player..
(not the good kind of naked..
while playing “Let’s Get It On”
or “Sexual Healing” while you unclothe slowly,
with your lover)
seriously…
like…
I started walking towards the train station
and I just felt so weird.
“I really have to listen to all this city right now?”
Chills.
I almost forgot what everything sounded like..
since I’ve probably only left my house
and walked around alone
without my mp3 player…like…
4 times…
since 2006.
Must get a new one asap.
Was going to get it today,
but I felt like staying indoors.
Tomorrow tho, for sure.
…..maybe.
edit: Yes, pretty much. I don’t see that as a bad thing tho. Lots of beautiful things can happen on one of these lazy days. =)
Hopeful Romantic
trust2
I’m a Sucker for Love…
&..
I don’t mean to sound cliche -
But I really am -
A hopeful Romantic -
That’s waiting for the one -
That’ll make my world spin -
Like a ceiling fan..
But..
I ain’t close to being soft -
I just..
Know how to express -
The true feelings of a man -
That’s not -
Really trying to impress -
But more so -
Trying to understand..
Her.
So she can trust me,
Cause her past relationships -
Have made her weary of a man’s word.
You see..
Although I’m only 19..
I’ve been wanting commitment since I was 12 -
Already knowing of the fragility -
Of the organ in which I held.
A woman’s heart -
Although undeniably strong,
& Resilient -
It’s also quite susceptible to fracture.
So I learned rather early,
That its wrong,
To only want frequent sex from what I’m after.
I mean..
My sex drive is there -
& Ill surely go the distance -
But meaningless sex,
Is just an empty chapter within a book where love is missin’.
But me..
I always wanted to co-author,
An ever-flowing,
Poetical nonfiction.
You see -
This divine Collaboration -
Doesn’t only feel like my purpose -
But its the essence of my mission -
To make my one true love -
Finally feel connected -
As I fill her lonely visions.
You..
Me..
Us:
We can be the ones -
To the hopeless,
Reveal the truth.
That your true love does exist -
& We can show our seeds as living proof.
One woman & One Man,
& The infant gifts that were created from our love,
But enter a world through their Mother’s pain -
Butt ass naked with their skin painted with her blood -
Cleaned off,
& Then wrapped inside our warmth -
They will tend to cry,
While our smiles emerge,
As we let nature take its course..
I guess,
I strive to be the one,
In which all negative opinions seem to change -
So that at least one woman,
Can truly believe that all guys aren’t the same.
“Hopeful Romantic”
by: trust2
© Copyright 2010 ©
Thoughts?
