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Latina1813 May 2019
He is an RnB boy
He sings RnB song
But he doesnt know love
No love at all
Jerome Revilla Nov 2011
I used to put these headphones on.
And at once, the whole world was gone
And the music did no wrong
Till I found myself doin’ it all day long.

But I still kept these headphones on
Because my headset drowned my strife,
Cut through it like a knife,
Till I was bound to the music for all my life.

I used to sit in earnest at my computer chair
ITunes and my iPod in hand as I prepare
Another playlist.
Indecisive between hip-hop and RnB
While I let humanity’s problems sit on a wait-list.

But I just left these headphones on.
Not a care or thought about global pollution
Amidst our world’s confusion
All signs pointing to a troubled conclusion,
But yet, me and my headphones ignore the solutions.

Why? Because music forever plays,
That even when solutions were raised,
I just sat there…
As the environment died everyday.

Because all I did was listen to these headphones.
As I laid awake in my bed,
Nothing running through my head,
Except music,
And I felt alive listening to the words that was said
When in reality Inside I was dead

But I still left these headphones in
So I can block out my parent’s groans when
I know that I have disappointed them
Maybe I’m just missing the point again.

And all the while my dads fist connecting with the door
As he has always done before, in the past
Choosing to ignore, with music full blast
I found myself more and more detached.

Not only my parents, but even the politicians are itchin’
To get me to listen,
Hopin and wishin that
This generation would eventually find its ambition.

I used to think that iTunes could do no wrong.
And that it was all I ever needed
Because all it was to me was a program full of songs
But I didn’t like where my life was headed.

And god it’s amazing, the word iTunes.
Such a fitting name
Because I tuned my friends out
And there is no one else to blame
As I tuned my parents out
Our relationship will never be the same
As I tuned the world out
Now look at who I became.

So now I’m taking these headphones off.
Because I don’t want to stay connected
Acting like I was totally unaffected
When in fact, the world around me I neglected
So I’ll change,
No longer will these headphones hold the reins
I am cutting off all of my chains
And I know a life ahead of me still remains
That without these headphones,
There is so much more to gain.
I wrote this on 12/2010 as a spoken word piece. During this time, I was in a low point of my life with my low grades, failing relationship with my girlfriend, and constant fights with my parents and my poor health due to living next to an oil refinery. I turned to music and relied on it to forget my problems. I soon realized that i cannot hide behind songs and i had to face and solve my problems instead of running from them.
Moe Awad Jan 2010
We steadily crept up the emotional ladder together.
We went from human beings to acquaintances to a more serious matter.

We had break ups and make ups and problems that plagued us.
And if one didn’t pick up then the other would text "Wake up!"

We've been un-together for a while but I'm still infatuated.
I still write her love poems and trip on each man she's dated.
Man, I know I sound over rated.

I can't even think about what she thinks of me.
I recognize that father time hasn’t been good to me.
And recently I realized that, by this time, her hands are probably clean of me.

Man I'm trippin' and I feel like a wreck!
I make the Titanic look like that pussycat in Shrek.

I still remember the time when my heart used to beat,
Like a sweet mellow beat mixed with soulful RnB.

She was definitely a queen and that made me a king
But my queen went to another and that makes me just another brother.

Now please don’t think that in her choice she was wrong.
I admit I was terrible and hard to get along… with.

We're closing in on our Anti-versary.
I hope she's doing well and that she doesn’t want to ****** me.

God I'd do anything to feel her touch.
Just one small slap, I'm not asking for much.
I just miss her…

A word from this Poet, who has loved and lost his girl.
Who has loved and lost the one who forever changed his world.
If you should ever be so blessed…

If you should ever be so blessed as to find that one dime,
That makes you change your mind or inclines you to write a rhyme,
Then don’t let her get away!

Because everyday it gets harder and harder to connect with one another.
And there will come a day when we all give up and say, "Why bother?"

Some say, "Why waste time searching for one person when I can get it on with ten?"
My reply is, "You'll get it on, but after that, what then?"
"What then?"...
~An original piece by Moe Awad~
Chuma Komani Oct 2013
Do you know that girl who smiles all day?
Do you know that girl who likes to play?
Do you know that girl who's outgoing?
Everyone knows her
Cause' she's socially flowing

That girl is the same girl who...
Cries at night
Dies at night
She hears the lies with ears
And with sight
Despite
The fact she's trying to be strong
For long
But the memories are brought bck
By RnB songs

Hs a hard surface
But she's soft inside
Gave up on love
Left her heart behind
There's a whispering voice
Acting as a reminder
Never failing to remind her

Insecurities fill her head
In her mind
She has the coldest bed
Her hunger for cuddling
Remains unfed
And her wrists are covered
With red

She hides her pain
With the fake smile
Thinks love is in the form of
Doggy styles
She thinks the pain is temporary
While
It is stored
In the medula oblingata file
Well...
I told her
I see through your pain
Let go cause' there is
A lot to gain
Whether sunny or rain
Whether washable
Or long term stain

Negativity starts to grow
It physically starts to show
Emotionally she starts to blow
She covers it up
That's the reason why
Nobody knows...
Tumimchunu Aug 2015
Your kisses are like 90s RnB,
Slow and Sensual,
Your touch is like poetry,
Makin' me drift from the usual.
My mind, soul, body,
Being elevated by an individual,
But what can I say?
Cos I'm enjoying being taken away ...
It hasn't been once but thrice,
So you'd think I've had enough now,
Yet everytime I still get enticed,
whenever you're around.
My emotions are in full flight,
and I don't want them coming down.
There's nothing I can say,
Because I'm enjoying being taken away ...
Jay Bryant Feb 2014
The smooth sounds of rnb,
Vibe from my speakers
Deep into my mind.
While the sweet melodies
And lyrics flow in my ears,
My brain reacts to words
And sends signals
through most of body.
Music control my state of mind.
It brings violence or peace,
depending on the lyrics.
The beat controls my tempo
Mellow or Uptight
Music controls my life,
And emotions
It will always make my day.
Poem from 2010
Darnell Nov 2014
When I was born we stock together flock of a feather a Grandpa said,
Love was true we pulled through, houses grew, families grew, peace was "koo", but soon who knew; drugs came through, your dads generation grew, an there came a few  who's minds where stew in a sense; starting trouble killing each-other. Single mothers came more common. Prison's grew an the rich of course, who started this course for the generations to come. Now your here where RnB, hiphop, & rap pump through your blood, confused on when to love, an why to hate. Unconsciously not knowing you grew with rage on shoulder, in your ear, in your rear, while you run a race in life, mostly of waiting to truly live, not wanting to love because of fear, fear which only brings trouble. Pushing the right people away, wanting the the wrong to stay. Commonly no one adds war which if it wasn't country to country, it was state to state, city to city, block to block, house to house, Dad's to son an mothers, an you can't forget ****. Peace was never truly pushed imagine it starting from 1 house hold, love an peace growing an flowing, that kid became a teacher who taught true love an not to hate. How an why each race should date, and that maybe we need to be listening to our hearts an ours souls instead of or minds an our flesh less an less caring for one another!
Tell me
How my morning could be
If I wake up
To miss my daily poem from hello poetry
To miss my cool rnb music selection
Or to find my phone off
Or stolen
....
When I miss my daily poem,
I will have a late break first
If I miss my music
I will sing alone at work
If my phone is off
I will remain stressed.
....
My joy,my daily food
Vybes  ,lines and verses
Obsessed .
My call of heart to brighten up my day.
Kata Jan 2017
And in return, what will love do for you?
It gives you, your all back
Every coal and diamond that you are
Every sunflower and lunar tide
Every ocean wave and 90’s RnB
Every Afro and Africa that you are made of
It’ll write poems, it’ll sing, it’ll paint, and it’ll smile and wave
It’ll build ******* art out of you
And in that art there is a truth, and that truth is on our side.
Moses Kashlink Jun 2014
Am Moses Makau Muthama a.k.a Triple M or M cubed bt simply known as KASHLINK!!! A Kamba by nature,born in Mombaxa around 1993,a saved christian wit God given gifts. I like socializin alot that guys mistake me 4 a 'player'!! Hobbies include: chilling wit pals,crackin jokes,watchin soaps n muviz,lstng 2 cool RnB's n Riddims,swimmin n playin soccer!! A die hard Man U fan indeed,skuld @ Bashir primo 07' n went 2 Kitondo Boys High xul 11' n did well thx 2 papa God! Currently @ JKUAT 15'. Am now lukn 4ward 2 leave a mark in the globe positively very xun! May da Lord bless de work of ma hands!!! Amen.
ME.
ICN Nov 2017
Negatives and Positives
they cancel each other out
We're at zero now
Tied on the scoreboard

Sleep deprived
and hollow on the inside
Bags under my eyes,
I was searching for something

Remember that summer night on the roof?
Smoking *** and singing RnB
That's the only place I wanted to be
cool thanks to that summer breeze

But that summer breeze turned into a winter storm
and it tore me away from our special place
on the timeline
i want to go back
May’s skin radiant black gold/she is 22 young and has a vibrate soul/ headed to college but partied today/ she was built for IG in every way/but her legs glue shut/only a ring open them up/she put on bright dress to match her press/she regarded by many/loved by even more/but they want her to be *****/what for? /Please may don’t open that door

May walked in/dripping everywhere/so you know they got to stare/to try get her underwear/momma ain’t raise no fool/
To drool over no ******* tool/but she still a kid/so toys get her attention/that’s why you check when your cup go missing/listen to them scheme/how to make May into a *******/first they got her alone/second told her friends to get on/third locked the door and preceded to be grown

There hands start reaching/while she started preaching/“Stop, I said NO, Please, I just want to go, I’m not part of this show,I thought you were my bro?”/ they torn her bright red dress in half/to create path/to reach her bubble bath/no 90s rnb/ just ****** acting savagely/there act done/but the play continues to run

Now she stumbling and failing/ the party don’t stop cause she balling/ she walked away abused/with warped views/but the worst news/ she was pregnant/farther unknown/but treated like she wanted to bone/so there was no remorse when she college dropped/her family saw her as a thot/forced to work a lot/ but her baby grew/but never knew/then had kids that turned a new/chapter cause they had laughter/heck one became a pastor/the other a teacher with a master/degree so the apple didn’t fall to far from the tree/as you see her great grandkids killed it too/amazing how the devil can bless you/now she is old and wise/in her families eyes/she will always rise/cause May was a loaded prize
Lufuno anita May 2018
Going away
On a trip of my own
RnB soothing my ears
Chocolate sweetening my taste buds
Comfortable clothes hugging my body
Fancy cuisines filling my mouth
My eyes blinded by God's creation,
His earth

Am not upset
Am not heartbroken

Am just craving my own presence

- her life
Me & u we are alike in most parts
Work & come home for the most parts
cook dinner and drink our whiskey & beer
to unwind the long day
take our uniforms off and sit back
play with the kids and make dinner, watch few movies.
You got my back as well I got your front lol...
But we make a great pair.
You like rap & some blues
I love RnB...You love my cooking
At times I can't stand my cooking...
We both are hard working and don't give up easy
I love when u be silly... for the most parts I'm serious
but I let my hair to take apart. you are my sunshine after the rain...Im your sun on a cold winter day.
TK Jan 2019
I'm not stable
Can't do things that I should be able.....to
My heart is in pieces,
One for every person who broke it
My heart is damaged,
From every time it's been unsuccessfully stolen

It keeps raining.
It keeps pouring.
But instead of lettin up
I see some hurricanes forming

I can't see. I need another set of eyes
Someone that will be there
Someone that's for me
Someone who won't tell me no lies

Cuz I need some
Body
Who will always....always be right there

So can you stand the rain?
Can you stand the pain?

Cold nights and the long fights
Wondering if everything will be alright

Feelin like old school rnb
//so tired of being lonely

But what I really need to know
Are you really gonna be the one to stand up for me?

Cuz I'm tired of cryin. And I'm tired of hurtin
Tired of tryina be what everybody else need
Cuz at the end of the day it just ain't workin

I give and give and give until there's nothing left
Poured out so much i didn't even leave any heart for myself


So I'll ask you again, please be true
Will you be there for me like I intend to be there for you


Can you weather the storm?
Do you have tough skin?
Cuz it might be a while before I can completely let you in.

I might say some things, I might do some things that I really don't mean.
I'm in the process of fixing myself and it ain't as easy as it seems

Can you be my lifeline?
Can you be my heartbeat?
Can you be my reason to live, my reason to feel....
Tell me can you help me find ME
CW Buxton Jan 2021
ACTIVITY: Racin' Through
LOCATION: The Milky Way
DIFFICULTY: Super-Duper-Saiyon-Suicidal

(note to contestant marked with )
no tutorial or manual provided for following crash course *

Weather conditions
currently causing
poor visibility coupled
with severe road conditions.
A night in which
a direct drive to
destination
is preferred.
Despite the clear and
ominous signs;
Still I choose
a quick yet unnecessary detour;
And predictably I have to speed
as to be able to hit
Milky Way drive-thru
On time.
As I drive through my mind..

Never parked
am I.
Never have I just made it;
Never have I
quite arrived.
Chronically on my
way. Forever cursed to
be, 'Be there in just
a min'

A hamster-wheel..
Or a one-song playlist
on repeat..
Driven ******* loopy!

A late nineties,
early two-thousands..
Rap, Hip-Hop, RnB
'Best Of: Hits'
created and curated and
written and performed and
produced by:
EXPERIENCE
Can we go back to a time when music was good?
When songs were made for quality over quantity,
And words were so meticulously chosen to make  a bar so elegant,
and eloquent,
And mixed so perfectly with the music that it felt nice on the ear drums

Can we go back to when words held weight?
To when diss tracks were 5 minutes and 13 seconds long?
That made the two coasts split even more than just distance?

Take me back to when, rnb actually put people in their feelings,
When you can communicate through music,
And stories were told through rhythm and lyrics.

When every problem became a waterfall that shouldn’t be chased, and a “scrub” was added to the slang dictionary.

When album of the year was actually worked for, and the winning album was not just for songs sung over,
When music videos were good, and not filled with air bending, and **** shaking,
Less sampling,
And real story telling,

Can we steer away from killing bill, and focus on being at your best?
Or being serenaded in candy rain instead of hearing what youngboy says?
Can we go back to a time when music was good?
Because this, this is no where close where it once stood

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