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Click that star up in the corner
Follow where I lead
I'm not asking for the praise
I just want to plant my seed

This has opened up new doors
It's helped create a better way
To infiltrate your minds
With all I have to say

I'll use it as a tool
To reach more people with my word
But without your willingness to listen
My message won't be heard

So what I'm asking is quite simple
If you can relate to what I write
I need you to pass it on
To others in this fight

I write mostly in the moment
When the feelings are surreal
To ensure that time doesn't water down
The emotion that I feel

But my visions are much bigger
The ultimate goal that I pursue
Is to document my thoughts
To pass along to you

I grew tired of sitting around complaining
I want to regain control of my fate
I write to encourage others to do the same
With the intention to educate

This can be done very easily...
FOLLOW ME!!
Age ain't nothing but a number ain't that how the saying goes?
To call oneself a grown folk has nothing to do with how one grows
You could have a million birthdays & still not earn the label
Way to many think this true... but I'll prove it's just a fable

Grown folk mind their manners keep hurtful opinions to themself
They don't believe in putting others down ... to earn a trophy on their shelf
Grown folks can't be pressured... can care less if all can see
They live by their own morals don't need others to agree

Grown folk don't need the approval of others ... to know just who they are
They keep their distance from those who do... & just watch from afar
Grown folk take pride in who they are... they don't associate with those who don't They stand up for what they believe in... Even when everyone else won't

Grown folk know that all action will speak louder than any word
And the way one chooses to represent themselves Is really all that will be heard Grown folk take responsibility for all they say & do
The sooner you learn these rules...
The sooner you'll be grown folk too!!
Some call it karma
Others see it as fate
The truth of the matter?
It's still up for debate
Our only option I'd say
We must examine all fact
Then decide for ourselves ...each ones impact

On one hand theres KARMA
some say it's a *****
Usually the opinion of the immoral ...those living selfishly rich

With FATE they believe each is destined at start
That everyones born into a roll
With no say in their part

Lets pretend for a moment that this theory is so
The impact id say... we already know
This leaves no purpose to give with no reward for sharing
It' s followers create a world that can exist without caring

Then theirs others, like myself, with a whole different view
We believe in doing unto others... as you'd have done to you
The rules by which we live enforces giving to get
And the feeling of helping is something we can never forget
Our destiny is determined by the path that we choose
A world without conscience is one destined to lose
And each time its paid foward the reward is so great...
Thats my argument at least on this long lasting debate
This has changed me. I am no longer the same. I have too many scars, shed more than enough tears, and have drowned in a pool of self deterioration. I have forgotten what tall green summer grass feels like as it brushes my prickly legs. I have lost the sensation to feel the sun caressing my pale figure. I no longer remember fully feeling a smile stretch across my weary face. I cannot enjoy the softness of rain scrolling down my cheeks because it reminds me of what we used to be. Everything I do, everything I touch brings back the day you said you loved me. I was a nobody feeding off of young love and tender kisses. We were the two cards that were always paired, we were the only clovers left in the middle of a decaying forest. We were something lost in lust, and wrapped up in each other's soft spoken refrains.

I am no longer that girl. I have changed and am slowly becoming acquainted with this new stranger. I do not wish to change who I am becoming, but I do feel sad that I am forgetting who I once was.

I can forgive you for not loving me back the way I loved you, but you stole my entity. And for that you will never be forgiven.
He thought I needed him.
I laughed.
Why would I need someone who treats me like ****?
I was just physical to you.
Now you say you're lonely.
Shut up.
Just shut up...
 Mar 2013 Emanuel Martinez
Sayer
outside there was invisible rain:

forgetting everything at once, I blinked

the colors changed and the tone settled until I blinked once more

the colors came back, the tone arrived on time

a mere hour beforehand I looked at her face

beyond time and space, throughout the souls of everyone in the room(don’t give up)

the only one I thought of was you, looking at you

what was causing your agreement…

can our eyes not even meet?

(meet me here, leave me there-take me a journey)

there’s no reason to bother anymore



I drifted away from the passion

focusing on the important details(my hero making strong points)

across from me, the other

at least she looks at me and smiles

-no, I can’t

can I? float between souls again to feel at peace

this is not a debate or an argument

we should just work like it does for other lovers

but no, that’s not how it works

walking to the end of the earth would not help



I’ve really crashed this car into the wall

to forget it all

the colors disappear and reappear

did I drift off? or tricks and invisible rain and

why don’t you just listen to my message!

this shouldn’t be such a game

-at least she looks at me and smiles

therefore everything I’ve ever created should burn

and on its side it will turn

over and let me fall off

(you’re not getting my message!)

throughout time and space, floating through the souls not in front of me anymore

but in my head instead

which makes me ask the question-



(where am I?)

does she care for me?

if the smile is a truth than I’ll fly

it would be worth it in the end, I presume



you need to just listen…                                                                                               (O save me iridescent soul!)

can’t you just listen!                                                                                                       (O forgotten ended beginning)

your eyes-meet mine?                                                                                                   (O never again forgotten love)

this is the place, the time, and the season…                                                         (O invisible rain pour down!)

                                                                                                (O invisible rain come down and cleanse my soul while I drift between you and her and her and you; forget me not! this is for you, for you to not fall into a black hole forever layered over images of the past and the future. beyond reason, beyond reality, we need to cut it in little pieces and burn it all for our love to kindle and explode into the night sky! I need your help with this one, before I fall down and into her arms, but if that’s what you want, and what she wants, so be it, forever, and ever, and ever…..)

white layered over white layered over white….

O save me iridescent soul, send your invisible rain to pour down, and like cupid’s bow, create love, somewhere, between someone and I

white over layered white over layered white….

Have you forgotten something? at least she looks at me and smiles

black overcoming white the overcoming of the blue overcoming the past….

I’m ready to accept it all, just throw it on me as we travel

past the overcoming of the blue overcoming the white overcoming the black-

(once again we)

Cut it!
Ash
I'm a second hand smoker most nights.
I stare into the tip of the burning cigarette ****, waiting for the ash to fall and slowly float onto my tattered, yellow converse.
Each breath deeper than the next. His lips smothering the end until it reaches the filter.
Nothing left but a black and yellow nub. Its life, ****** dry.
With a flick of his finger, it falls to the ground in slow motion. Like we're in an old black and white film.
His cracked black doc martens crushing everything that was left of that tiny cigarette.
We leave, and it just lies there.
As if it were melted into the gravel.
Ripped to shreds and forgotten.
Huh.
if I was to see my soul
off rambling around
I'd catch it and keep it safe in my hand
like a monarch butterfly
I'd let it rest it my palms
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