if my pussy had dreams ....
she would dream of you

i wish i could show you where it hurts...

poetry

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vOISIVvur64

theres this game that we play....and im tired of...the person who starts fluctates back and forth...

i dont ever want to be that way again...
angry singles poem....
buttbutt
winkywinky
boboo

shanking my head ...yea i said shaking my head because these nicknames got me wanting ......

i wish we could speak in hugs so that as i get tongue tied looking in your eyes the sensation your body against mine would remind me that this time was the next time that i had promised myself last time that i would make the conscious decision to be weak and let you in.... as the steam from the mug rises like many times before though we keep thrusting, grunting, pounding, loudly screaming i am sure that as i walk out that door this visit just like time after time before you would have barely let me in... we aint doin nuttin but fuckin... and as im down on all knees beggin you to continuously please me from the back...there is no recognition of the position in which we not only thrust one another but trust one another im letting you in physically but mentally and emotionally you lack you ability to sitmulte my thoughts are limp...you fall short of engaging me past a momentarily happy

i know why he hits you

improper use.

“Writing is an escape from a world that crowds me. I like being alone in a room. It's almost a form of meditation.” Neil Simon (Born 1927)

so ive been freestylin like everyday the past few days but have yet t o write anything down but these poems must be written so yea i need to get these ideas down:

-my farwell poem/my goodpiece/ restinpiece bae: a oem kinda dedicated to jon and like the end of "us" as anything..even being friends after all that we shared and all that we invested:
some lines i said were:
you would be able to identify my fingerprint in a line up due to delciacy and intmcay of which you knew me unlike anyother..from my breath to my stance my state of being were all identifiable simply and only by you
ive accepted that we are no longer going to be together not simply b/c there is a you and she...esp since now its official and it on facebook...but simply bc we just werent meant to be
this is the last poem i want to mention u sso this is it the end and as my poety is my breath and lfe once your gone in my word i must lay you down to sleep as i did with my grandma and as she only live in my memories from her sweet smile innocent laughter her last few days are the ones i old one too not her lying in a coffin ...burying her in her grave as i dropped to my knees and i said goodbye....only with u as God has continued to bless you with breath this is my goodbye in my memories is where u shall reside....






[my title says it all]
-poem about how i have all these titles and no content ...like i have nothing else to say in these poems some what b/c i feel like my title says it all

[**possible blog post maybe poem: why is happiness temporary]
- i feel like no one is ever happy all the time its like i often feel like if im happy i ned to be careful b/c it will end soon and it always does end.....

[wait is my chocolate is too rich?]
-my ability to identify as a black person and how i portray it in my daily life needn to control certain things (my hair)and exploit other things made acceptable simply by the standards of society..as well as the aceptance recieved in the black community


[cleared throat]
-poem bout how i clear my throat and how its and "heirloom' from my dad and if that influences my ability to express myself w/ ease esp emotionally ..and in this poem i proclaim im no longer going to speak in bowed head and whispered voice im going to clear my throat and speak loudly...

some lines:
(yelling) hey!!! yea ...great ...thats awesoem!!!
to coincide with my voice is extra large**** it was better when i said it yesterday




{heir loom}

mess...mess...excuse please

plz excuse the mess though unseen be prepared for once i begin to express myself w/o any care there will be no end and maybe then you'll begin to understand the end of my madness...never beginning clear for that is buried in a segment of my history....surpressed by your love that was loyal conditionally ...
my love is too thick i kno this for as i try to feed you....*airplanes noises and gestures*...you get lost in the distractions i serve as manner to get close to you.....you are searching simply for your own entertainment...dont proclaim anyless for your words are deafened by your actions....what?! ....what?!! i can't hear you...ohhh...snap here comes the maddness
and maybe this is just a reflection for your reality is what you think and maybe if i hadnt thought tha tyou would stop loving me...the beautiful comfort that wrapped me in a night would not be so lost to m i wouldnt be able to distinguish it from hate if the 2 stood beofre me....maybe if i hadnt projected the distance you wouldnt have walked away....but dont you know that the only way i know how to love....push....push back...push....push back....push...silence.....PUSH....tears!...ipush to learn....i push to see how far your willing to last for me and everytime i push and see you run away i know...it wasnt real .....
so everytime i share my love only to have left naked alone in the night sky i must fall again and start from the begining...mama what is love?...how do you know u love someone...is love real.....does it hurt...is it heavy.....
but with each fall the thickness of my love feels nothing surrond by the numbness of misunderstanding.....there is no feeling...no concept of love....
so as i have poured out my all to you....watched you walk away .....all im left with is this mess....

The Destiny of Loving Me....

broken promises...ignored pleas...empty gestures....deafened silence...this is what your love is destined to be