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Still don’t have a mustache! And is still fine!
Tyrin Turner “Caine” from Menace II Society! Goooooodd GAWD!

It’s like… You think you could like them… And then you try to like them… And then they end up liking you more than you expected them to… And now you feel like you have two choices-get on their like level or just jump off the like boat… Seeing that the landing ain’t that bad… You jump.

Gimme Kiss!

He soothed the nights with just one touch…
He gave the moon life! I was the reason beyond judgement!
He was the critiqued sculpture that everyone lined up to see…
I pulled stars out the sky just to rattle the earths sight!
He laughed with such precision !
It cut deep in the corners of my beholder!
Together we made great jokes about jokingly joking on jokes that never made sense!
Apart we were conservative and JUSTIFIED!
Together we took trips down the crevices of the Milkyway only to find Adam and Eve openly discussing the “apple” situation!
And other trips consisted of slow passionate strokes down my mane…
Embodying my essence and hiding my soul’s pain!
It was love at last sight but first thought!
And it grabbed at us like TALK TO ME …
Taste the sweet nectar of my intellectual clitoral button!
Together we were silent euphoric games that were never meant to be played.
Moving waves into perception and guilt
 ! Apart we grew so fast that we crashed into the clouds…
Clouds of sense making and right doing
Skies with a million rattled souls and fiery hearts…
Together just to be Apart…



Ive let my grip slip on the corners of my mouth. I removed the magnets that connected my top lip to the bottom. Im scared. To conquer the heart, but not the past… is to breathe with no intentions on living. I plan to live.

 This must of been when Melo knocked the ball out of bounds and instead of giving the ball back to LA, they gave it back to the Knicks, lol.
Bullshit ass call.
damn.
:-)

Reborn<3

About 3mths ago.. I was introduced to the moonlight and heaven. Sunshine told me it would come one day, but when the stars aligned at my feet and pointed to you.. I knew then, that my world would light up as well. About two mths ago… the earth crust swayed with my hips as i kissed your lips, I felt the rich soil comfort the tips of my sole driven feet. I smiled. Not just any smile, but a smile that would take on those stars and show them just how much outshining I could do. Love has caught me. Like a butterfly trapped against it’s flap, stroking the air underneath it’s wings.. I floated, into such strong arms that not even a gaze could be broken. I love you. And about 1 mth ago you held onto me.. you tongue kissed my flaws and fingered my fears and gave me life thru a telescope.. I see eyes of a man who has never feared when I look into you.. and for the first time in my heart… Ive been seen. They say “everyday a star is born”… how many of those stars are reborn?

A Pause…

This is not a poem…

It is two brick walls closing in on a claustrophobic heart.

It is giant peaches being lifted into the sky, without any direction or a sense of where…

It is free hand drawings that leads to a triumph of greatness…

Strokes.

Or should we call them obstacles?

It is a writer’s block unleashed on a tumblr page…

This is not a love poem.

It is three periods at the end of a sentence… only to continue after a pause.

Period.

Its is a dream frightened by a nightmare’s prayer.

A grapevine filled with ears of judgement.

It is pen without ink.

It is love without soul… continued after a pause. A break!

Question mark.

How many poems are to be written until I feel you again?

How many words are to be forced to work together before you realize that I had it all along?

This is not a PSA, more like a realization.

It is the breeze brushing under you…

It is the Sun pulling you in.

It is the deferred gravity thinking twice before coming your way.

It is the frozen land being warmed thru the vicious tongue of lust.

Venom.

It is the condescending voice that lingers in your thoughts.

It is the thought of thinking because not even your thoughts can think!

It is the lies.

The truths.

The self-actualization of being… your self.

Of Existing.

Of the extinguishing feeling you get after a smile…

This is not a poem… just a mere pause.

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