naomi-zabasajja - Hello Poetry

Let me ask the question that I've wondered for what seems like centuries. Let me know. What exactly is the ************* point? What drives you to turn emotional "love" Into physical "love"? I have been constantly dissatisfied. Endlessly unamused. Forever jaded. To the point that I can't imagine the notion of this ********** being even minutely beautiful. Or even worthy of being the median of which love is concocted. **** it. I don't want to understand.

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Jul 13, 2014

Jul 13, 2014 at 3:53 AM UTC

whatever.

Let me ask the question that I've wondered for what seems like centuries. Let me know. What exactly is the ************* point? What drives you to turn emotional "love" Into physical "love"? I have been constantly dissatisfied. Endlessly unamused. Forever jaded. To the point that I can't imagine the notion of this ********** being even minutely beautiful. Or even worthy of being the median of which love is concocted. **** it. I don't want to understand.

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Let's hear it. Let's embrace the ugly. I mean, considering it ugly is an opinion. I'm sorry, I just breathe really loud when I get excited. I feel like I'm waiting for something. Something I've anticipated for. Prayed for. Cried for. I think God is smiling at me. Whether it's out of pride or mockery, I do not know. But I am loving it. I can feel my happiness behind my tongue. I can smell my eagerness. Some say it's a weakness. But I am loving it. At around 4 am, I heard thunder clap. Ha, God has such a funny laugh. I told Him I was excited for whatever he had in tow. It started to rain. Tears of joy. I remained thankful even though nothing came. I asked God for a sign that would indicate my luckiness. I didn't see a thing. So I kneeled down and said thank you.

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Jul 11, 2014

Jul 11, 2014 at 9:39 PM UTC

insh'allah.

Let's hear it. Let's embrace the ugly. I mean, considering it ugly is an opinion. I'm sorry, I just breathe really loud when I get excited. I feel like I'm waiting for something. Something I've anticipated for. Prayed for. Cried for. I think God is smiling at me. Whether it's out of pride or mockery, I do not know. But I am loving it. I can feel my happiness behind my tongue. I can smell my eagerness. Some say it's a weakness. But I am loving it. At around 4 am, I heard thunder clap. Ha, God has such a funny laugh. I told Him I was excited for whatever he had in tow. It started to rain. Tears of joy. I remained thankful even though nothing came. I asked God for a sign that would indicate my luckiness. I didn't see a thing. So I kneeled down and said thank you.

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He nearly ripped my throat out just to prove his point. The bleeding thumbs of an angry boy can be tasted on my tongue at 11 pm. His desire lies in between his toes and his malice in between his teeth. He screams to a God he'll never praise and kisses a father he'll never love. The sound of the air blowing between my teeth, however, shut him the **** up. Shhh. I have a project for you. It involves you losing your victimizing nature. Dropping your entitlement. Opening your baby browns. And listening. Your sweat will never taste sweet until you love yourself like you loved her. Your legs will stumble on their insecurities until you dance in your impurities. Your vengeance is futile and will only make you avoided. I can scream too. You want to scream? Scream with me. But don't say I didn't help you. Don't say I didn't try. Don't act like the blisters and welts on your tan skin are from my fire. You want blood? I got plenty. I'll jump rope with your esophagus. Play dress up in your epidermis. Understand your motives and thoughts better than Lauryn Hill. But you can't assume anymore. You can't believe that I fall to my knees because you make me weak. That's not the case. I don't need you like you need me. Oh, please.

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Jul 10, 2014

Jul 10, 2014 at 1:19 AM UTC

the equalizer

He nearly ripped my throat out just to prove his point. The bleeding thumbs of an angry boy can be tasted on my tongue at 11 pm. His desire lies in between his toes and his malice in between his teeth. He screams to a God he'll never praise and kisses a father he'll never love. The sound of the air blowing between my teeth, however, shut him the **** up. Shhh. I have a project for you. It involves you losing your victimizing nature. Dropping your entitlement. Opening your baby browns. And listening. Your sweat will never taste sweet until you love yourself like you loved her. Your legs will stumble on their insecurities until you dance in your impurities. Your vengeance is futile and will only make you avoided. I can scream too. You want to scream? Scream with me. But don't say I didn't help you. Don't say I didn't try. Don't act like the blisters and welts on your tan skin are from my fire. You want blood? I got plenty. I'll jump rope with your esophagus. Play dress up in your epidermis. Understand your motives and thoughts better than Lauryn Hill. But you can't assume anymore. You can't believe that I fall to my knees because you make me weak. That's not the case. I don't need you like you need me. Oh, please.

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Live life like death is just an idea. To scribble down the pros and cons of your very existence. To love like hate is a common ancestor for all of us mortals. To dance with feet that jump around as if they were on hot sand. I loved life with the perverted joy of Venus' moons. I hated death with the white hot heat of one thousand suns. I didn't mind the cold burn of the tiled bathroom floor each morning Or the stuffy humidity of my old car. I just wanted life. I just wanted warmth. I just wanted to learn How to: live life like death is just an idea.

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Jul 7, 2014

Jul 7, 2014 at 6:21 PM UTC

How To.

Live life like death is just an idea. To scribble down the pros and cons of your very existence. To love like hate is a common ancestor for all of us mortals. To dance with feet that jump around as if they were on hot sand. I loved life with the perverted joy of Venus' moons. I hated death with the white hot heat of one thousand suns. I didn't mind the cold burn of the tiled bathroom floor each morning Or the stuffy humidity of my old car. I just wanted life. I just wanted warmth. I just wanted to learn How to: live life like death is just an idea.

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HEY! Who wants to know a secret? Like, a really good secret Juicier than a ripe nectarine Heavier than a one-thousand pound weight Scarier than your stepdad on Easter Sunday Funnier than Kevin Hart in Madison Square Garden Who wants to know a secret? Deeper than the ******* Pacific Ocean? Softer than your nephew's skin Lovelier than your lover's touch? Wetter than your 3 am tears? I have a secret. It's better than the best chocolate you've ever tasted Slower than the traffic in Manhattan Sadder than summertime Sexier than the girl of your dreams. Let me tell you a secret. -zaba

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Jul 5, 2014

Jul 5, 2014 at 11:07 PM UTC

Be Quiet

HEY! Who wants to know a secret? Like, a really good secret Juicier than a ripe nectarine Heavier than a one-thousand pound weight Scarier than your stepdad on Easter Sunday Funnier than Kevin Hart in Madison Square Garden Who wants to know a secret? Deeper than the ******* Pacific Ocean? Softer than your nephew's skin Lovelier than your lover's touch? Wetter than your 3 am tears? I have a secret. It's better than the best chocolate you've ever tasted Slower than the traffic in Manhattan Sadder than summertime Sexier than the girl of your dreams. Let me tell you a secret. -zaba

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Yes, baby. Oh, baby. No, baby. Do it, baby. Yes baby.

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Jul 5, 2014

Jul 5, 2014 at 10:53 PM UTC

Pi

Yes, baby. Oh, baby. No, baby. Do it, baby. Yes baby.

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I can't be so conclusive so soon It's abusive to believe that who You are can be constructed so Simply. No human being is simple. We're arrogant We're sure We're simple minded But we're not simple.

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Jul 2, 2014

Jul 2, 2014 at 5:51 PM UTC

Round

I can't be so conclusive so soon It's abusive to believe that who You are can be constructed so Simply. No human being is simple. We're arrogant We're sure We're simple minded But we're not simple.

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I wonder if I even give a **** about myself If I love my health or love the idea of loving them more Whether the bottles are red capped or full of liquor that's brown I feel so much warmer on the inside when it's around I wonder if the heredity is getting the best of me Because you see since I began it seems my father has resumed You think the possibility of being alike is adorable But in my case it's deplorable To my wellbeing it isn't affordable But I can't make that budget cut to my psyche I'd rather buy a bottle of Bourbon than some new Nikes Is it likely that maybe insecurities fall into obscurity when I'm being loved by all of my impurities? That I'm hating on the **** that I'm making because my sober mind is murdering all of my thoughts? I'm undertaking Putting pressure upon my person to see no one's gonna feel pity when you're in the streets Find a way Find the time Dance around Write a rhyme Do whatever you can to **** some time and distract your brain from saying liquor will keep you in your prime -zaba

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Jul 1, 2014

Jul 1, 2014 at 11:48 PM UTC

okie dokie, alky.

I wonder if I even give a **** about myself If I love my health or love the idea of loving them more Whether the bottles are red capped or full of liquor that's brown I feel so much warmer on the inside when it's around I wonder if the heredity is getting the best of me Because you see since I began it seems my father has resumed You think the possibility of being alike is adorable But in my case it's deplorable To my wellbeing it isn't affordable But I can't make that budget cut to my psyche I'd rather buy a bottle of Bourbon than some new Nikes Is it likely that maybe insecurities fall into obscurity when I'm being loved by all of my impurities? That I'm hating on the **** that I'm making because my sober mind is murdering all of my thoughts? I'm undertaking Putting pressure upon my person to see no one's gonna feel pity when you're in the streets Find a way Find the time Dance around Write a rhyme Do whatever you can to **** some time and distract your brain from saying liquor will keep you in your prime -zaba

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Your pessimism is poisonous Your apathy a drug That I inject into my eyeballs And try to call it love I hate the way you frown at me When you smile at your friends Your curly hair is a bouncing castle I can't wait for your empire's end I try to wallow in your silence Love you in your wall of hate When you're sad because your boyfriend left In a tirade of hate I cry crystals of despondence As you whistle your world away I try to love you from the outside And when I go in, you don't let me stay I feel you text me just to pacify me To hold in my cries and ratify the inappropriate banter that I'm scribbling My fingers in your body as we're both fiddling Diddling in your causes of danger and your mind is the manger Where the savior refuses to lay his head You must not be in the mood for anybody or anything I'm just a sad little girl, there's only trouble I will bring The ways in which you want me seem to change like the weather Something in my head says I want us to be together But i recall how temporary your intricate happiness is But it all becomes irrelevant when I'm near your warm skin -zaba

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Jul 1, 2014

Jul 1, 2014 at 12:55 AM UTC

you really got a hold on me

Your pessimism is poisonous Your apathy a drug That I inject into my eyeballs And try to call it love I hate the way you frown at me When you smile at your friends Your curly hair is a bouncing castle I can't wait for your empire's end I try to wallow in your silence Love you in your wall of hate When you're sad because your boyfriend left In a tirade of hate I cry crystals of despondence As you whistle your world away I try to love you from the outside And when I go in, you don't let me stay I feel you text me just to pacify me To hold in my cries and ratify the inappropriate banter that I'm scribbling My fingers in your body as we're both fiddling Diddling in your causes of danger and your mind is the manger Where the savior refuses to lay his head You must not be in the mood for anybody or anything I'm just a sad little girl, there's only trouble I will bring The ways in which you want me seem to change like the weather Something in my head says I want us to be together But i recall how temporary your intricate happiness is But it all becomes irrelevant when I'm near your warm skin -zaba

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And I learned that I should watch my mouth Inspect the words I blurt out before they come about Manifest into knives and cut the feelings of the listener Make me come off as a natural born sinner The friends become thinner as I manage to cut ties with my own teeth I beat my brain and cheeks with suffering secondhand I give birth to the bad but refuse to raise it. -zaba

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Jun 30, 2014

Jun 30, 2014 at 4:12 PM UTC

Abrasive

And I learned that I should watch my mouth Inspect the words I blurt out before they come about Manifest into knives and cut the feelings of the listener Make me come off as a natural born sinner The friends become thinner as I manage to cut ties with my own teeth I beat my brain and cheeks with suffering secondhand I give birth to the bad but refuse to raise it. -zaba

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