Memories pops up in your head
from morning to dusk break
like you are bewitched by a magic spell
you feel like you have nothing left
every time you try to escape
you realize it's not easy to forget


Even it was for  year,  month or just a day
YOUR LOVE WAS TRUE!!!!
and now you are stuck by a thread
paralyzed, unable to move to right or to left
you are suffocating, you barely can breathe
you should have known matter of heart requires no document
trying to erase things
you are lost in a maze
and every time you open your eyes
something lumps up in your throat
and you realize it's not easy to forget

It's sad how much one person can mean to you...its sad how when they leave you still find it impossible to think irrationally of them anymore...um...its kinda a shame...how crying never makes it better...but its the first thing our bodies resort to when you miss them..when you cant think of anyone else..when they are honestly the only one on your mind...and when you know they've moved on from you...

Why'd...you make me happy then leave?
Why'd...you show me that you cared then leave?
Why did you leave my bed?
Why is it so cold now?

Our winter wind blows..
Blows heavy
Flows deep
Flows and blows...bellows...
Me and you travel...you and i meet
Meet at where our fall seems to be beat...into...winter..
Our snowy peaks...and our mittens
That keep us from the frost bitten...
Leaves and flowers underneath
To the steady roots and fallen branches of trees
Our atmosphere...that pours white
Our new layer of snow...
That's lying there ready to melt...and ready to go...
With our new ending breeze...of spring...from a cold begging March...to a timid sunny april...our love had just been realized...
Our winters made us stay together...and feel like we were wanted...our autumns made us laugh...our summers made us dance and....our last made us fall...until our winter soon came again to renew the cycle and start it all..
Over it begins..
To start a new..
Our seasons....but then one by one i start to spend them with out you...
I don't know where we ended...or for that matter where we began...i just know you were my fireplace...
You lasted long during our winters and faded our summers...but you always came back...now i never see you...I'm wiser to know where you're at.. Not here..not there...not anywhere but my mind....my fire place....can you promise me you'll wait and warm me when it's time....i just wish our...winter came faster..

So this is Autumn
Don't make me laugh
I remember a time when autumn was peaceful and calming and not this depressing piece of...
Let me not finish that sentence
I remember a time as a kid when I actually did cannonballs in. a giant pile of leaves decimating someone's hard work
That was kind of evil now that I think about it
I remember a time when i laid in the grass as the wind blew across my chubby cheeks
Yes I do realize I just roasted myself
But my point is this bull crap is not Autumn
Since when has Autumn been so dull and crying nonstop as if it is sad
In fact, I can recollect a single time during Autumn I stayed indoors staring out the window wondering why the sky is leaking this clear mystery fluid
And this is supposed to be Autumn
I can't remember a time I could looked into backyard a saw an entire tree of green leaves in November
And this is supposed to be Autumn
This isn't Autumn
This is a disgrace

Let me be real
This poem is about nothing
It's not about me being madly in love with this girl
Not about the injustices in the world
It is just me writing the words that flow through my mind
The endless waterfall that never seems to cease
So if anyone wish to step up an continue the beat
Or just stroll  down the poetic river that seems to breathe
Please, do as you please and just speak
What comes next is up to thee

Good Afternoon,


The following should not be televised but is sadly the truth


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Bang Bang
Well look at what we have here
Another black boy laying on the ground dead
Bang Bang
Two more white boys on the ground gasping for air
Screaming in pain and agony as the blood gushes from their open wounds
**** it!
When will it end
When will the endless of cycle of violence come to an end
Just last week a four year old was shot in the face in a shootout between the white man and a ******
Call the police someone screamed
No, please don't
They don't understand how to handle situations like this 
They'll only make it worse I promise you that
Run, run like the wind or this really will be the end
No that's my son the ******'s momma screams
Her son is on the ground praying for his life
I don't wanna die,i don't wanna die,he cries at the top of his lungs
I'm sorry Joseph, I'm sorry I couldn't protect you, I'm sorry I couldn't avenge you
You see Joseph was his little brother who was shot and killed by a white cop two weeks before
He was a straight A student who just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time
Now we are here big bro seeking revenge for his little brother's death
How noble but now death seeks to reap another life lost in the shadows
**** it the 5.0 is here, disperse
Dang it big bro is dead, and momma just froze appalled by what she just witnessed
The sky really is a painted mural made of blood
Sad tale both ended by the hands of a cop

Now the white man's story was a bit different
Long ago he was a proud member of society
He helped a lot of people rise up when they fell to their knees
Then one day he and his family was sitting at the dinning room table eating the dinner his wife just prepared
It all happened so suddenly he proclaimed
Seven black males burst through the front door and gunned them down in matter of seconds
He was the only survivor, in a single night he lost his entire livihood
Now he is just this hollowed out corps floating in a black ocean
He began to hear voices in his head telling him to **** them all
Thus Joseph life was stolen and left in a dark ally behind the middle of nowhere
Bang Bang
Now this story begins once again
Will the violence ever come to an end