forever expanding.
the stardust, grows like our sentiments..

alone in the middle of the sea of dark matter,
so intimate..

two galaxies.. colliding.
who would ever think the bang would create such wondrous views.?

they always say death comes in 3's...perhaps that means life and its meaning comes in 2's..

see I met her...
& she was my shining Sun..
late night talks about, what we'd name our future son..
before God created this, they say a word was sung.
so I stay singing..

I'm on my Jamie Foxx..blame it on the liquor..
perhaps a sip of this and we might fall a little quicker.
she says shes awfully cautious, thinking I might trick her..
I say, girl, I'm not just here because your prettier and thicker...

I'm here because the universe conspired a marvelous plan,
to allow our paths to cross..
ingenious, how coincidence in actuality is destiny, so at night I turn and toss...

what is to come,?
what will the heavens deliver next...?

me, you and the universe, & my trinity's blessed




-afj.

When your ex,
Texts you on some..
"Babyyyy where you been?
I miss you and i need you, always feel you like the wind"....

**** you left me though?..
Why'd you even save my phone?..
I thought we went our separate ways i thought that we were grown?..

That's when she calls me up, && i smell it in her tone..
If only she knew, Alcohols a quick escape and not a home..

Shes like..
"Naaaa nah bruh,
ive only dranken just a lil.....
But in honesty,
like really we should go on dr.phil.."

Proceeds, on some..

"i need a ride, whats for dinner, why dont we go visit moms"
playing the Weeknd, on a weekend, its The Same Old Song.

i always pick her up, and drop her off at Katie's..
******, like **** you know **** well she can get this crazy!
Now Katie's mad like, "****, you be her roommate then!"
I'm like, that was the plan but that **** caved in..

Well, this will probably happen again next week, & the week after.
what a long, sad and repetitive chapter..
i mean to most drunk texting is a matter of laughter,
but it leads me to drunk text her back & attack her...

On some,
"Babeeee where you been...
I miss you and a need you, & i feel you like the wind.."

Shes like..we talked about this before..you never hit me up when your sober.

I'm like,
"nor do you, so so so when you coming over?"

She hangs up. .
Happens twice a month.
im sober when shes drunk..
& when shes sober im a chump.

relationship? Or relation-****?
Either way,
Far from a REALationship.

But i guess you can say, at least we speak it could be worse...
by the way, later today its my turn to text her first..




-afj

It's in moments like these
where the universe is revealed
I find myself wandering the infinite land
searching for a lover and a friend

The moments of peace
where freedom is revealed
tales of Gods and Goddesses

New music my last hope
my first trip away from home
I am me ! can't you see?
i'm real not a normal human
i'm just meat

Why am i here?
dazed chasing desires and dreams
i could shake the ground beneath your feet
but things don't look always as they seem

Lets sail this ship to escape our past
Sins that killed the innocence while the demons laughed

It's in moments like these i fly high and dance with the stars
where i'm back to the womb

but for others it's just the tomb..


Words Of Harfouchism.

We all fall in love or lust many times and there should be times we will actually know the difference. I'm glad I am not still that shy girl who totally messed up her first kiss by sneezing on the poor fella. Now I consider myself to be **** for the most part and now able to tell my man what I want him to do to me with confidence.
Love comes in all forms and shapes and with that comes heart break. We can lose the love of our life or we can lose a loved one from death. The latter is the worst and it is where the heart cannot be repaired.  When my Mom died my heart broke into a million zillion different pieces and when I tried to fit them back together there were actual missing holes. When the love of our life is lost it does hurt but the pieces can still fit back together. The pieces might not fit back the same way but that is because something has changed. Perhaps this something is a change inside of us!  From now on my heart will be tethered to me that way it will not be given away so easily.

She's my SIS
she is everything that i'm not
still we are in some ways alike

I hate how all those years passed where we barely spoke
we live in the same house but its like each one was alone

Sometimes even if we would talk it was to say something mean
so many things i regret i wish i could repeat those scenes

I know every brother and sister have their fights
but i still remember when you were afraid to sleep alone at night
We used to share the same room until i turned 14
Dont get me wrong
we had alot of fun memories
but as we got older we grew apart

i know its not your fault
its probably mine
i wasnt there for you almost all the time
sorry
you probably wont read this but its good to say how i feel
i dont talk much so this is my only relief

i never was a good Bro
i just want to hug you and never let go

I love you <3


Words Of Harfouchism

It was the middle of the night
I saw this girl dressed in white
She was sitting on the road alone
So i came closer to ask her whats wrong
I approched and placed my hand on her arm
"Hey there lady i mean no harm"
She seemd careless crying like a little kid
Before i had time to say anything else
A guy came out of nowhere with a gun pointing to my head
Then the girl started to laugh
They took my money
They took my keys
And left me in the middle of the street

I tried to help but i got scammed

A couple of days later i get this call
It was the police they had found my car

With two dead body inside

Death Cause : Overdose

It looks like those two robbed me to buy some drugs...


Words Of Harfouchism

The art of the written word is everything.
Each letter is a tune,
A dance of the pen on paper,
The ink, the mark of a masterpiece.
Your brain connects to the pen
And they become one thing.
Thoughts are words not yet written,
Written words are those not yet spoken,
And whomever can harness both,
Is an artist