I’m twenty five, and i have yet to have my first real kiss.
I don’t know why I’m waiting.
I see God sending everyone to their final destination in love;
I sit back and i wonder, “why are you skipping me?”
I gave my purity away when i was 22.
I don’t know why, i should’ve waited.
Because now we hardly talk and i can’t stand her.
And my life since has been a curveball of lust, and living below Gods standard.
Five years until I’m thirty
And i think I’ve figured it out.
My first real kiss won’t be a one night stand,
My final destination in love will be somebody that i entrust my heart to.
Somebody that i can trust not to mess it up.
It’s very fragile.
So i think i understand now why God likes to take his time.
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 10:24 AM UTC
Hey, Black Child
Do you know who you are?
Who you really are.
Do you know who you can be?
What you want to be?
If you try to be,
What you can be...
Hey, black child.
Do you know who you are?
Who you really are.
Do you know you're a star?
Do you know that you shine?
So bright in His eyes?
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 10:53 PM UTC
you can smell the money.
the aroma is tempting.
I know the power she possesses;
Mastering the world,
she has a hold on us.
On me.
very conniving, money.
Masterful in the art of stealing our hearts.
From what matters if we let it.
Causing rifts in relationships,
And breaks in the bank.
she knows we need her.
she plays right with our feelings.
Slipping through some of our fingers,
We can never keep a tight grip.
because of her, some become addicts.
Addicted to her lavishness.
Addicted to the smell of her,
Feel of her, look of her;
Especially when her faces are blue.
Kids that never seen a lot of her,
Coming off the porch trying to get a glimpse.
Holding hundreds, over excited.
Parents saying “get in this house, its past dark. if you value your life.”
But money make them wait there;
On that block.
She’s got a chokehold on them boys.
Tight fist, hard hearts.
“Let the money **** you, like it killed your father”
They’re not trying to hear that noise.
Money, she make them do crazy things.
She make them buy diamond rings, and big chains,
And never save.
She make them slaves.
So they never learn and they never stay,
In one place.
They’re never woke.
They sleep all day.
Until money calls, and it’s time to get paid.
Some of them even opt to make money,
Instead of build families.
and Some of their families are only being held by the red and blue threads that hold money.
So, some of their families only want them because they hold money,
The moment they’re broke again,
They’re alone again.
May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 9:04 AM UTC
It’s been a long winter.
Summer we missed you.
Good vibes and good times.
Warm days and cool nights.
Warm flames from bonfires, and cool brews.
Summer we missed you.
It’s been a long winter.
Too cold.
**** she was too cold.
May we cherish all of our moments with you this year.
Love,
Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 3:48 PM UTC
"10 reasons I love Fall"
1. The warm wind blows, reminding me of your soul
2. The sweet smells arise with the wind, reminding me of your scent
3. You can wear my Hoodies which lay dormant all summer.
4. We can sleep in until class starts,
5. I can drive you there and pick you up,
6. We can repeat steps 3 through 5.
7. I can concentrate on looking in your eyes
8. We don't have summer to distract us
9. We can finish out the year, focused on each other
10. There's nobody else I'd rather listen to the rain with.
Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 8:59 PM UTC
Black woman,
Don't let their definitions define you.
Unless they define you, as "queen" nothing in between or nothing far-fetched of that word.
You, Queen, are superb.
You, are a work of genius sent to earth by the great man upstairs himself.
Embrace your imperfections.
God don't make mistakes.
Black woman, love your faults.
Love your flaws, and everything that you strive to change.
Love them all.
I would Kiss your stretch marks,
I would embrace your natural soul.
I wouldn't want you to have to hide behind make up,
Take the mask off.
Because your future is worth so much more.
Black woman.
Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 10:35 PM UTC
I prefer to see you not covered in LOréal Paris...
I'm a fan of seeing things in their original state.
And so I prefer not to miss when you wash that Hourglass Illusion off;
And take away the illusion that everything is perfect...
But Either way you're worth it....
I mean like, cause, none of that really defines you.
That Dolce and Gabbana only wastes precious time and money.
And Merle Norman, he makes you feel "special", but by who's standard?
I'm looking at what God looks at baby, I wanna know where your heart is standing...
Cause I know where my heart is standing;
And I prefer to be with you.
So, don't hide under that urban decay, and lip gloss that tastes like candy;
The material things, they decay.
But,
I want you to be my cover girl,
And hello flawless, you're gorgeous;
Down to your bare minerals...
I prefer the real you.
Signed,
TheNiceGuyInLastPlace.
Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 3:54 AM UTC
Black & milds burning my fingers.
I know that it's bad, but it feels so good.
Stress weighing on me heavy.
I talk to God, but, no clear answers.
Tell me what I'm fighting for.
Dear God, if you're up there, tell what I'm fighting for.
What am I crying for?
Hoodie over my head, God, what am I hiding for?...
You spend your whole life trying to be perfect,
Just to find out that you ain't ****
You try to be the guy that carries all the burdens, including your own,
But you realize you're ill-equipped.
You break everything you come across: glasses, vases, and hearts that are now lost,
Because of you.
This poem is not from my point of view,
But if it was I'd understand why he feels so blue…
You see living in this life, you're bound to feel doomed.
Good things can happen to you, but negatives will still loom.
And people wanna be all close and personal with you and your truths,
But nobody's loyal around here, all they want is your truce;
Not to be cordial, but just to get in on the news,
That's why I choose a lane to pave, and never say when I move.
But even when you try to be humble,
You start to get in your feelings when you hear the slightest mumble.
And then you wanna rumble,
All along we've been living in a jungle, and I don’t mean no New York.
We in a world and generation where your “homies”’will eat and not bring extra forks,
They will let you starve.
Selfish and self righteous,
Very messy with their moves.
That's why I rarely go out, and my friends, I let God hand pick and choose…
Now the perception is mine.
Hoodie still on, world’s cold, but I'm doing fine.
Black N milds still sitting in the cup holder while I drive,
Formulating lies in case my mom found out like “they ain't even mine.”
“Well why they in your car? You want your lungs get black and die?”
“Man, momma them ain't mine. They must belong to one my guys.”
Can't erase the unerasable, or trace the untraceable.
10 times out of 10, all your wrongs will come back to you.
That's why I keep my guards up like Garda,
Because karma’s like that crazy ex girlfriend you can't shake off of you.
I've been finessing the systems.
I've been showing all of the symptoms of a hardheaded BOY that just won't listen,
And think he's a man, and that he can stand on his own to.
And will tell you to your face he never wanted you.
Counterfeit power.
Egotistical attitude,
That is sure to fall through.
Let him fall through…
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 4:18 PM UTC
Look at us;
We're all twenty something.
Some got kids, married, and live with significant others.
While most of us still at home with our Mommas,
But that's okay,
we're just tryna get through college,
Or get through this phase of life...
Don't you wish that life could slow down?
Or better yet, like, go back?
It seems like last week we was walking the halls in high school.
My how time flies.
And we just want it back.
Cause life, she dealt some blows.
Kicked us a little low.
We lost some of the purest souls,
That now float in heaven, looking down upon us all.
Goodness.
Gracious;
Praise God for his patience.
We're young and still trying, that's the basis.
Right now, do we really have to cover all our bases?
Or is there still room to improve?
For we know that time is always on the move,
Showing no signs of slowing down -
Life's a movie,
Mar 11, 2017
Mar 11, 2017 at 4:32 AM UTC
Heavy is the heart that cries tears.
Of sorrow.
Heavy is the heart that's scared.
Of tomorrow.
Because it doesn't know exactly what to expect.
Heavy is the heart; Shown no respect.
I turned the news on this morning.
As if it were a surprise, another mother in mourning.
Black, mother to be exact.
Crying on TV, because she can never get her baby back.
Heavy is the heart that feels sympathy for that mother.
Heavy is the heart that's scared to comfort another.
Because it doesn't know exactly what to say in situations like these.
Heavy is the heart,
The heart in me....
-Ep
Mar 11, 2017
Mar 11, 2017 at 4:29 AM UTC