She could never be me nor could she ever beat me.
I am what you hope she could be.
I am the fantasy you dream.
The girl of your dreams.
I am not her, I am me.
I am unique and exotic.
My physique is peculiar and ******.
I am ME.
THE GIRL IN YOUR DREAMS

Have you ever loved someone whom
you thought was a delicate rose.
But, Instead they were a thorn to your heart.
A knife to your flesh ripping it apart.
I said have you ever loved someone whom you thought was as sweet as a rose.
But, instead they were deadly,
deadly like ***** to your health.
Not all roses are the same
You just have to find the ones that are worth the claim. -

I kissed you longer,
And held you tighter
I made love to you
and nobody else
I did things for you
that you couldn't do for yourself
I told everyone else
I'm yours and nobody elses
Baby it's yours, and that's for sure
It's yours

I hate the empty nights where I feel so hallow inside.

Its okay not to be okay, okay.

Have you ever felt like you were going to have a heart attack,
But then you realize you were just experiencing Love.

Happy moments don't last long enough.
And sad moments are always around the corner.
Struggles are too unbearable at times.
Because life will never be easy.

Love comes with a sacrifice of pain.
Strength is found through weakness.
As the struggle gets rougher.
The fighters keep fighting.
Because resilience lies in the heart of a champion.

Looking for love in a world so cold.

Men who respect themselves.

Some nights she will reminisce on the memories of you
And some nights she will wish she never met you.

These words they jumble together,
They stumble wherever.
Tumbling out of my mouth,
Perhaps saying the wrong thing.
Words sting,
They are like knives cutting at your skin.
Words can scar,
Words can burn,
Words can destroy,
Words can ****,
So be careful with your flow of words and where they spill.

I don't  wanna have a connection through the phone lines.
But I want a connection between your spirit and mines.
A connection between my soul and yours.
I want a death due us part type relationship.
I want love that lasts forever.

Your eyes were too innocent
for me to see the pit of fire burning through them
Your hug was too warm for me to feel the coldness in your heart,
I wasn't prepared for the destruction you planned for me
For I was an easy fragile child in your hand

P.t

There are days
where happiness
lives deep within
these sad walls of loneliness.

I pour out my heart with these words that I type
Because I probably don't have the courage
To stand and do open mic
Frightened, that I might stumble over my words
And fall victim to stage fright
But one day I will recite
My poetry out loud
So everybody can know
That I am poet
A poet
That I am

Cold chills,
Holiday thrills.
Family gatherings,
Love ones depart.
Cold hearts,
And warm bellies.
Death may visit,
But, love is here to stay.
This month of December
May end in dismay.

The rhythm of beauty walks behind her footsteps

Knowing you will never be there to catch me
I still fell hard.

I remember back in the day when we stuck and broke the curfew rules.
We tried hanging with big kids but they were too cruel.
You remember when we tried to puff the smoke.
Try’na hang with the local crew and act like we were tough.
Man those days were fun but life in the hood was rough.
We didn’t realize that the times we cruel,
We just had our fantasy dreams, that one day we’d rule.
We used to kick it afterschool and spit raps in cyphers,
Knowing school was over, it used to get us all hyper.
Man you was funny sometimes corny,
But you still made me laugh.
Remember when we stole chips and candy from Moe’s old store,
We got grounded a week doing house chores,
I thought we’d never see the sunshine again.
I miss those days.
Especially because your not here.
I tell those stories often
because the memories are dear.
You was my main friend.
Thanks for everything.
Rest in peace.

Every morning there's a new journey to start on.

His eyes were lonely.

I will always remember the first day each time I started school.

There's a story behind my skin
There's a story deeply within.
There's a story behind my eyes,
There's a story that deeply lies.

If you were my angel,
Girl would you spread your wings.

Before we meet can our hearts talk first

She was a broken smile.

I deleted your number like a minute ago,
But I'm still in it cause it's hard for me to let you go.
I calculated the hours,
And approximately, it takes a day to stop relishing on the moments we shared.
It takes just about a hour to calm my thoughts of you.
And just a second to have a urge to call on you.

I can't lie I missing kissing on you.
I guess I'm addicted to your love.
A drug;
You gave me chills,
what a thrill.

Im tripping off more than drugs,
I gotta be real,
I miss the good morning hugs.
And the after feel,
I miss the feeling we get when we used to hold hands.
I tried texting,
I tried tried calling.
Maybe I should stop because I feel myself falling.
I promise this is my last call.

Leave a message at the tone.......

One morning you will wake up
Beside the love of your life
sleeping peacefully next to you

pimping the poor.
starving the young.
killing the old.
robbing the Lord.
Praising the devil.
Denying the truth.
Living a lie.
Dreams destroyed.
Reality is a struggle.
Life is hard.
Death must be easy
Past haunts our future.
Wonder is there a future for the youth.

Rest in the morning


*Sleep at night

A Woman in harmony with her spirit
is like a river flowing.
She goes where she will without pretense and arrives at her destination
prepared to be herself
and only herself.



~Maya Angelou

I want to undress her soul
and feel the energy of her aura
I'd like to know the depths
of her soul
And explore the secret
universe inside of her being

My voice is a sad sound that echoes  through a hollow tunnel.
Silenced by the fears faced.
Walking quietly through the depths of negative impact of others.

Music was my refuge.
I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness








~Maya Angelou

She was like a broken flower.
Crushed, and trampled over and over.
By men who didn't have any intentions
To Love her.

Who's to blame for a young boy who thinks violence is fun
He chose to drop out and play with guns
And when he see the police he duck off then run
Daddy left him for a quick fix and a few bucks
People tell him he's just a bad kid with no luck
His home boys call him a coward with no guts
If he chooses not to do drivebys or stick ups
they tease him and call him the boy with no nuts
Pressured to be impressive
So he follows the wrong crowd.
But at least they tell him that
he's made them proud
Nobody never cared
So hung around with the thugs, and even though they sold drugs
They showed a young brother how it feels to be loved
They didn't judge a brother by look or books
But gave a young brother a chance
A few grams and grands in his hands
The streets gave him hope
Even though he sold dope
It felt good to have money still rolled up
He remembered those parent conferences where his parents never showed up
So who's to blame?
For a young brother who's lost in the game
Proud of his shame
Forgotten his name
Introduced to money,
drugs and gangs
Now that's the life of a young *****
Who parents never showed him how does it feel to be loved
So don't sit around and say those cops want my baby dead when you was the one that killed him
Could have said
a prayer for him to heal him
Should've gave him a hug but now he's dead he and you can't feel him.
So Who's the blame ?

I wish i felt nothing at all

In her eyes I could see the sun setting.
And every time her brow rises, so does the sun.
She was like another galaxy,
From her lips the stars hung.
Something beautiful and fanatical.
She was a star in my eyes.

Poetry are words for the soul and heart.

There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.






~Maya Amgelou

Your heart spoke words your mouth wouldn't dare to utter.

You suffocated my voice,
And hid me from the beauty of nature.
Paralyzing my belief.
Adding more pain and grief.
I can breathe, I can breathe.
What a relief.
Fear, you can no longer take control of ME.

Countless hours trying to figure out what is right for us.
Can't decide whether it's love or lust.

The sunset reminds me of beauty.
It reminds me that love and happiness still exist.
The sunset reminds me that smiling is perfectly ok.
The sunset is God's face filling in the missing holes of no hope.