April 2010
1 post
Moments like breath
Are sometimes stolen
Taken away when we least
expect it.
I admit to wanting to steal
Commit crime.
Take this shit to the streets.
Risk jail time to push it
Deep inside my pockets
Under the lining of my bra
Beneath the softness of my tongue
Bury it down inside my sweat socks
scratching against my ankles.
Moments, like breath
Aren’t guaranteed.
So I risk...
January 2010
2 posts
raindrops; 180709
When you’re here I tend to notice the beauty The same beauty that remains universal The beauty you said you see in me I can see these beautiful raindrops, launching themselves at your Brooklyn window at 3 in the morning As if they were trying to splash us Cool drips to take us out of our gaze “Beautiful.” And I nodded before agreeing that they were Not fully comprehending that you were Talking...
cupid's arrow in disguise
it makes him realize what he`s been missing haze over his eyes ; feinin for my kitchen skills ; and my love , my embrace it smooths out the lines in his face but doesn`t mask the tears than have stained his cheeks when he`s alone and thinks about how his girlfriend is on the creep but with another puff of grass it all goes away & he speaks his mind and it seems like cupid appears...
November 2009
1 post
Just Friends
Uneasily assimilated to this new nation of infatuated, where permanence is a penance debated, love and hate equated sides saying I’ll not be committed lest of lust be acquitted or emotion forfeited What some fought for after forbidden for granted we take and keep hidden Were limited by unlimited possibility, our over abused ability to easily set free that which no longer heats below to the proper...
October 2009
5 posts
A Broken Heart
kisses fall on top of shattered pieces of dreams
trying its hardest to piece everything back together again with the soft, sweet action
the action is repeated simuntaneously, slowly dispersing all the negative weight that caused it to shatter in the first place
lost dreams and hopes are now faded into dust and particles that was once a heart
a heart that was held captive by thoughts,...
backseat brilliance.
black boys and girls pretty faced latino boys and un-graph-able latina curls all in the back of class most of em acting an ass taking a backseat to their edumacation only interested in intimate relation but in the class’s abyss where the darkest stories are in the midst sits an intelligence, a gift, an art, a talent stronger and as powerful as our talent from the girl that can put on any...
He's my lover...
Because he could cure my world with a word or kiss from his mouth. Because he could lift me to the stars when my life was going south. Because he said I was the best he’d ever had before the song came out. Because I could go to him and he’d have me any time with no doubt. Because I felt lustful in his rapturous embrace But equally tranquil afterwards and safe Because I could be naked right down to...
Blinded
I don’t want or need to be piggy back ridden I never beg or plead to be unhidden you reveal or contain unbidden I have no greed no airs to put on so if you choose to be gone who am I to call it wrong I was here before your head became bigger then your brain before you were blinded by minimal fame if I’ve learned to play its you who put me in the game Its easier to hate what you chose to create I...
wifey season - solomonsdaughter
as the winter months roll around && it gets cold snow starts dumping && hats n’ gloves are sold so are the hearts of so many boys as they focus on one girl; deafen all the noise hold on to one chick to keep em warm through out snow days && snow storm bringing em girls hot chocolate, giving up they hoodies mo prone to wanna cuddle with a movie than get the goodies...
September 2009
6 posts
Street Product
A jolt of pain explodes in his chest
causing him to lay back down.
Images flashing through his mind,
thinking about the ungrateful deed he has done.
Ungrateful, immature, selfish
He let his body be his gun.
Taking shots at whatever specimen he could find.
He only does it for the rush, so that he
could receive his prize.
The one thing he centers his whole life
around; the white.
...
Polarity
neptunelle:
Everything I’m not, probably will never be
Still complementary to what I am
All the things I dream I want
Yet in every day I work so hard to not have
In all good sense I shouldn’t desire
But intuition says you’re something I may need
Or maybe I just delude self into thinking you could improve self
That’s just typical we
Our differences our detriments
Somehow they meld to our...
kevin-anthony:
No final sentence without a beginning, Each word expressed has its own meaning, To write is to spill out entangled thoughts, To unlock imagination itself, Because not everyone is free, Most are prisoners of fate, Chained to containment.
My mind has been concealed, Bound by the structure of chaos, Following the rules of the shadows, A life of dark-faded figures. Shattered...
The Revolution Will Not Be Televised
You will not be able to stay home, brother. You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out. You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip, Skip out for beer during commercials, Because the revolution will not be televised. The revolution will not be televised. The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox In 4 parts without commercial interruptions. The revolution will not show...
Woman
she wanted to be a blade of grass amid the fields but he wouldn’t agree to be the dandelion. she wanted to be a robin singing through the leaves but he refused to be her tree she spun herself into a web and looking for a place to rest turned to him but he stood straight declining to be her corner she tried to be a book but he wouldn’t read she turned herself into a...
i refuse to rap about my pussy.
inpresstheempress:
it shines so bright misleadin the sight givin absolute reasonin for thoughts of warmin yet cold rushes powder ears with blushes frozen to the core i wish to be mislead no more…
August 2009
3 posts
Artistic Ability
reasontoexhale:
There’s so much I wanna say with a paintbrush and canvas. But I can only express it with pen and paper. I would paint all the colours in my mind.
I tried to paint you on a black canvas, no less. No light colors I painted the dark images you burned into my memory. The imagery was so vivid the strokes were laid with such ease. Memories of how I tried to appease every conflict with...
Working Girl
I fell in love with a “working girl”
But you have no right to judge her, for you dont know her like I do
You do not understand the heart of this fallen angel
I remember the day I came across the cherubic woman
We were in a record store and I stood motionlessly as her soul grabbed hold of Coltrane’s tunes
Finally, I walked over and expressed my attraction vocally
Asked if we...
July 2009
13 posts
boys with your name.
deladom:
i can’t escape you, i swear i can’t escape you. all the way here, you are here you are here. you possess a different face, you sit off by yourself, flick the ashes on the ground and you are here. all the while, you are here. i still don’t know what to say. i still don’t know how to say what i’ll say but you smile and i feel so good you smile and i feel and you smile and you are here.
opening up.
deladom:
they shouldn’t know. they shouldn’t get to hear the story. they shouldn’t get to shake their heads and make their comments and feel. they shouldn’t get to feel if i can’t. i lived the story and i can’t. i lived the story and i can’t. i lived the story, i can’t.
night terrors.
deladom:
i couldn’t help it last night. they told me to be quiet. my dreams held my tongue and my head held my hands. i couldn’t help it. i couldn’t help it, and it’s ok it’s ok i’m still here. it’s ok it’s ok i’m still here.
Part One
radiogolf:
Being the Color Line “I who speak here am bone of the bone and flesh of the flesh of them that live within the Veil” – W.E.B Dubois I. I live the color line Making problems, for none but me. Double conscience being black. Triple conscience, being white? It builds up, builds up Clouds my vision Like a veil. Like the veil, I stand, I sit, I watch, I think Amongst all others, and there...
Luv Digger
champagne bottles, v.i.p. passes, bumping elbows with the rich and famous was her dream
she plot, she plotted, she scheme, she schemed
family genes were strong. got the looks of her father, the body resembles her mothers, her walk was a killer
her eyes were hypnotic and left everyone in a trance, even the females would beg for her romance
the words that slipped out of her mouth, were so soft...
Lost In You
Its not usual to meet someone that
Takes me to these places my imagination lacks
A world of passion with a heart of gold attached
I need my compass, cause I know there is no turning back.
-Alkin C (peaceluvhappinessmusic.tumblr.com)
awoken
It’s been awhile since I felt like this Thought like this, wrote like this To the point where I almost forgot the femininity I possessed You unlocked it in me Opened up Pandora’s box of estrogen in me You did something that made me want to Do my hair, paint my nails, shave my legs and put on a skirt You brought back the girl in me The feminine wiles in me And I’m wishing you would tell me to...
YOUNG BLACK MAN
andhegetsthegirl:
verbal-vicodin:
I miss what you used to be, and hate what you’ve become You used to help me with groceries and give me your seat Fight for my honour and help me release But now you’re just That nigga. That always around here nigga That don’t trust no bitch nigga That I won’t tell you I love you cause I know you’ll get excited and tell all your friends and my boys’ll find out...
all i need on this ride
thekidkhalid:
are tunes a pen good vibes to get me by
50 Shots Heard All Around the World.
50 shots ran through his body
Quicker than the nutrients from an IV
Each bullet heated up a different piece of his flesh on that cold night
As he grasped tightly to his wallet, while 3 men in blue reloaded in this unevenly matched gunfight
Nine millimeter ammunition piercing the body of the would be groom
But the only gown this man would see was waiting for him in the emergency room
And the...
She Poem Vol. 1
This is my She Poem
But many may ask… “Who is She?”
She is everything I have ever hope prayed, dreamed, wished for and even more.
She fills my needs wants and my every desire
And her touch, her touch sends shock waves down my body,
Which is one of the reasons why we decided no to be too physical
Because she wanted for every electric moment to be special
For every...
June 2009
12 posts
She's my friend
free-enterprise:
She deserved to be kissed. Held. Made love to. But her hearts on the floor. Next to her shirt. And her underwear. She’s my friend. Together we are. Two fallen Angels. Tip-toe-ing our way through God’s back door. Hiding out in Heaven. For this moment.
- a poem by a good friend of mine
remember me?
noahther:
i am the gravel on which you trod. i am the steps that take you to places. i am the books that you’ve never opened. i am the penny that fell between the cracks. i am the people that you’ve lost sight of. i am the leftover bolt after you’ve nailed the lid down. i am the events that passed you by. i am the thing you run back for, just before you leave. i am the person that held the door...
Did This Happen to Your Mother? Did Your Sister...
Alice Walker I love a man who is not worth my love. Did this happen to your mother? Did your grandmother wake up for no good reason in the middle of the night? I thought love could be controlled. It cannot. Only behavior can be controlled. By biting your tongue purple rather than speak. Mauling your lips. Obliterating his number too thoroughly to be able to phone. Love has made me...
Youngblood
ASSATA SHAKUR
They think they killed you But I saw you yesterday, standing with your hands in your pocket waiting for the real deal to go down. I saw you smiling your “fuck it” smile, blood in your eyes, your heart pumping freedom Youngblood!
They think they killed you. But I saw you yesterday in the playground. Black skin, sweaty, shiny hurling your ball bomb into the hoop right on...
As I held my head under water
I heard from afar the voice of my Heavenly Father
And Allah said “Ibrahim, Raise your head, for your phone is ringing and I need for you to comfort my daughter”
On the phone, Yureilis Isabel Castillo informed me that she would soon be a medical Martyr
Because her brain tumor is causing her to seize and making life harder
And i dropped the phone...
New New York
If just the memories still weaken the knees wheres time for rebound felonies trecherous to my reveries is just not the girl i’ll be when my hearts not with me… To you its insane how i swear he’s in my viens though he’s brought me some pains im not mad I cant explain Its a loss morphed gain with missing heart stimulating brain… I sway to a new beat strange music moves...
サイクリスト [ cyclist . ]
020908. started off as scattered parts that found a connection and bonded tightened and formed properly ; everything well rounded into a baby bike with training wheels on either side giving us balance as we ride thinking we`re big kids; but still attached to mom and dad and then those trainers come off so were either excited or sad when they leave our side & in the care of others when we...
nothing like a georgia boy .
sometin about that kidd that drove me insane. had me checkin my inbox, yappin about you to my main chick, sprung off imaginary love. && now i realize there’s nothin like a georgia boy to confuse you… then again there’s nothin like a chitown kidd who makes you fall in Love.
http://www.thebabyhybrid.tumblr.com
kickin` it on the curb .
who remembers lil dynasty, the one who got six stitches in her left ear the one who of the dark && clowns didn’t really have fear learned how to write at six, reading since she was three everything she saw was different you see she don’t think like a fourteen year old she don’t call home for a minor cold don’t give a damm about Chris Brown or Soulja Boy might know...
been missing.
I dont ask for much
no not much at all
just a nickel and a dream
a pen and some paper
all i could do was walk
while you were screaming
and you just kept on screaming
and as you were screaming
i kept on walking
blood falling down my face
from your blows of hurt
your hurt that were blows
blows to my face my arms and my back
and i didnt ask for much
no not much at all
just a nickel and...
May 2009
24 posts
deladom:
i should probably insert simile and metaphor here, and i should probably incorporate some inspirational message or some sad story or something to tug at your heart here. i should probably write this for you, the reader. i should probably make sense and there should probably be logic but nothing true has reason it just is. this is real to me, and you can’t have it.
SAUL WILLIAMS
All All that i am i have been All i have been has been a long time coming I am becoming all that i am I stand in the middle of all that i have learned All that i have memorized All that i’ve known by heart Unable to reach any of it There is no sadness There is no bliss It is a forgotten memory That which I was born I am no longer That which i was born I have lived well beyond...
I wish that Malcolm X was my father
El Hajj Malik El Shabazz, Many know him as Malcolm X
But Oh how i yearn to know the man as Father
Not so that I could brag and say that “My father was a great Martyr”
or so that he could tell me the story of how glad he was that Allah blessed him with a son after his 3 magnificent daughters.
Or even the simple pleasure of taking on the family name of Shabazz
Because all I really...
Prom Queen’s Lament
Saadia Ali Aschemann
When he’s away he tells me that he misses the hollow of my neck and the length of my legs the dark of my hair and the white of my teeth I love the way you look (he tells me) I wish that he missed the strength of my thoughts and my keen wit the push of my belief and the pull of my words I want him to tell me that he misses (that he loves) my mind