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Elijah Apr 2016
How could I ever forget?
I would never forget.
time is illmatic.
Thank you Nas for this classic.
Changed my life.

I remember when I was 6, I started to write.
Age 10 was like the halftime,
Took a break I had severe writers block, I couldn't focus to save my life.
Then I heard "NY state of mind", it changed my life.

Changed my life, And the way I write.
This album's the goat everyday for life. Taught me lessons momma couldn't teach me, bout being a man,
Cause my father wasn't round; though she did the best that she can so I ain't hating,
Never!
But your words were clever.
Ever so.

One love took me down memory lane;
When I was sitting in the park with this chick
I was insane fo'.
This album represented everything I ever went through in life.
It ain't hard to tell I wrote this one time 4 your mind.
And life's a lady dog but you told me that the world is mine;
This is the Genesis, what I wrote,
I live my life in these lines.

Thank you.

-Lij.
Wrote this for Nas. On the 22nd anniversary of his "illmatic" album release. Learned a lot from that album. And I keep learning. ✍
Elijah Apr 2016
I think it's safe to compare you,
To them nights when thunder roll through,
& lightening flash blue.

I think its safe,
To say that you're never around when it matters,
But here when I least expected you;
Causing commotion & clatter.

It's probably safe,
To say you're a storm - rolling into me,
Thunder; your words hitting me,
Like Lightening; my mind flashes between what we seem to be.
But we don't ever seem to be seen as that, to the world,
Guess you didn't wanna be my girl.
(Couldn't let me know?)

And like the seasons you would slowly FALL back,
Leave me SPRUNG,
Cold as hell in the WINTER,
Waiting for SUMMER.
Probably safe to say,
I had lust up in my eyes, plus it was raining lots of pride.
I couldn't see that you were playing me,
Through the storm my mind wouldn’t be eased.
I didn’t know that you would recede,
Safe to say you was like the highest tide.
My heart was like the beach,
You came through and took parts of me back with you.

Safe to say;
You’re like a hurricane.
Had me spinning.
Pulled me your way,
Then blew me away.
Flooded my brain with intentions I thought were the purest.
Come to find out, in time you were only playing.

You rolled in like thunder,
I still see Flashes of your face like lightening.

The first of many.
And like that,
You were gone....

Like a Summer storm.
Little something I wrote in 2013 that I dug up. Love it. Hope you'll enjoy it too
  Apr 2016 Elijah
Aeerdna
we are the masters of self-destruction
trying to numb the pain with wine
and drugs
and smoke filling up our lungs,
we write down in lines with no rhyme
all the things
that make our souls burn and die.
our poems bleed
we drink their blood
then we write again,
listening to stupid songs all night
wishing sometimes we were deaf
wishing we were dead.
we let the doors open
anyone with a knife can come inside
cutting our hearts in half,
any tear is welcome
to create the ocean around us
in which we deliberately drown ourselves.
masters of self-destruction,
our bodies are temples where dying souls hide,
we run till our legs are broken
jump off cliffs
go between sharks' cheeks
forgetting to sleep
to dream
we bleed
we drink
we love
and hurt
it's a madmen game we play
each day
laughing hysterically
while slowly taking steps to the graves
we dug for ourselves,
the masters of self-destruction we are
lunatics
worshiping what's not for us to adore
crying
hiding
falling again
and again.
legs broken,
hearts cut and eaten
flesh ripped from our bones
lungs full of water
ears burnt
our eyes scream
but that's fine
'cause we are the masters of self-destruction
and our life is just a mad game
welcome to the show.
Elijah Apr 2016
Declare your intentions.
----.
Cause I've been just sitting here drinking.
Fiendin for more of what happened last night.
I want my ego stroked but I NEED my soul caressed.
You know, take this heart and wash it out and turn it red and thaw it out and heat things up.
Don't hang me up.
When I call, don't hit ignore, & look at your phone and not answer.
Girl your loving is like cancer how it spread.
And I'm Leo and you're sag and they said we're no match but forget them cause they lack what we have.
This chemistry.
**** the blinds girl , the light's killing me.
Last night was perfect, girl don't just do a way with me.
I can still smell your perfume on my jacket from when you wore it home,
A sweet history.
Sweet victory.
I can still feel you in my sheets though I'm alone - now.
Alone again.
Just swangin.
Waiting for you to get off - then you already know what I'm thinking...

Wanna be you I'm drinking.
Sip.
Cause I've been sitting here all day, thirsty.
Fiendin for more of what you've given last night.
How you down poured on me;
Drip.
Swimming in your ocean felt so right, to be frank, It Tasted so nice,
I want nothing more than a replay of last night.
I've been fiendin for you like that crack rock, that white.
I was lost in that pink matter, don't think I can have a sweet life if you forest gump and runway and end this...
Skin as smooth as that Hennessy.
And just like IT, you make me FORGET everything from the past.
Golden girl, I wonder, how long will this last?
Years, months, weeks, or days.
But,

Forever is what I pray...


-end
Wrote this last Valentine's Day. ❤️
Elijah Apr 2016
We're still staring each other in the eyes, it's nearing 6 am.
We're still in that dingy hospital room, us and 5 of our friends.
You're still a mess, and broken down.
I still wish it was from being loved.
I wish like you wish, that my love could make you real.

Where did the time go?
I nearly begged my father for more.
So, I gave you all of me.
The serious sides,
But it wasn't enough to settle scores.

It wasn't hard to give away, it was just more that you was searching.
I remembered your smile at me your eyes had made it worth it.
The baby smiled at our world with warmth and so much love.
Held your heart in his hands, promising no matter what, it will be safe in his touch.

Tonight you're alone.
We're all split up, for some reason.
You're back in your room having visions of the park we used to visit.
Where our love was literally made tangible by etchings inside of wood.
Our barks now crumble,
As things no longer seem so good.
"The gradual corrosion of what once was,
And what will never be, again."

-Lij.
Response to a poem I read and grown quickly in love with titled , "Wednesday's child" by Sia Jane
Elijah Mar 2016
This is back when the first streetlight let you know you had about 5 minutes,
5 minutes to "get your black *** back in this house!"
"But, Mom..."
"Boy, if you but me one more time Ima come out there and wear you out!"
Think I'm playing...

And all along your homies laughing, saying "better get back in the house, don't wanna see you laid out, boy!"
We could never have fun. At least that's what we used to thought.
But there was methods to our mommas madness, cause every night a body got caught.
Without protection.  
But Moms was our confidant, our bully tamer, and our lethal weapon.
Against anybody.
Got a problem? She will solve it.
Her verse the whole neighborhood if she had to. She would be glad to.
And I am glad too, now that I look back.
In memory of my youth, the best times i ever had....
Elijah Jan 2016
The poster child for simple.
The greatest symbol of love;
And I'm really glad the lord sent you.
That's in case you never really heard it before.
Girl I'm sorry if your feelings were hurtled.
He was never any good for you.
You heard it, plenty times.
But That's the truth;
He was never any good for you....


She contemplating life like "who's really good for me?"
She stay down on her knees so much, they bruised homie;
And she don't know her worth.
She sexing almost anything with a shirt.
No protection, she just lift up on her a skirt and let him go to work.
And when he get off, he gon be the first, and then he out the door, leaving her alone with an unsettled score.

Unsatisfied,
Tears fill her lonely eyes.
The poster-child for simple,
But tonight she feels unorganized.
Contemplating life like "how should i really feel inside?"
Can't really trust a man, because they only wanna fill inside.

They only wanna fill inside.
You guys get it first. First poem of 2016. Enjoy.
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