For a Love Lost

You gave the whole world what I called my own,
But the whole world knew that I could never really own you.
It’d be like trying to tame a shrew.
Is your heart made of stone,
Or even worse, steel?
Are you really “so apologetic right now” or do you secretly smile when you see my pride diminish.
Do you kiss my lips with the same lies you fuck my heart with?
Where does the love go when you cheat?
Does it go down with the cum, or does it just sit, on the middle of your tongue,
Or do you spit?
Honestly, I think you've been betrayed so many times that you think it's human nature,
But that does not vindicate your actions.
Do you laugh when you scrub away at the dirt you’ve tracked into our once happy home?
Using my heart like it’s nothing but a dirty rag; you ring my emotions out of me.
But tears quench the thirst of a dry heart,
So I’ll cry hard, and hopefully you’ll feel something.


I hate the woman you portray yourself to be,
Because deep down you’re still a little girl to me, yearning to be held in my arms and rocked
Until she knows that that there is more to her than the weight of that ass she must bear,
And that naturally she is beautiful with no makeup and no hair,
But you run, so used to being preyed upon,
That you leave the one you’ve been praying for, since age 12.
Burned, scarred, caged soul, you are beautiful beyond the pain you’ve endured,
And I don’t hate you.
Matter of fact I don’t even despise you,
I think I love you…still
Because I know that eventually you’ll cry too.
And it’s ok; tears quench the thirst of a dry heart.
So you cry hard, and hopefully I’ll feel something.

Release Me

You’ve ripped the seams from my heart and now you play with the strings,

Forming a puppet out of my guilt, my pity, and my dope feigning love for you

But my limbs are too heavy and too weak to dance the perilous tango you choreograph

For your heart jerks me back and forth with force that forces me to take the lead,

And leads me to believe that dancing to the beat of your drum will lead me to my grave.

Your drum of a heart does not pound as strong as it once did.

It is too muffled by cries of past heartbreaks.

Your song does not sound the same; the notes are too stained with guilt.

So I stand in front of you, a clock, a quarter past 12 and I’m still waiting.

My clock already went coocoo; you’re driving me insane, crazy

Crazy in love that is, and there is no scarier feeling than losing your mind and being unable to retrieve your heart,

Can’t go with your mind or with your heart.

There is no other choice but for me to take control of the wheel and wheel my own will until you will realize real eyes can see right past real lies.

So tell me the truth even if you’re afraid I’ll open my mouth and release flames that set fire to everything we have;

At least you’ll know the clock is ticking before the bomb explodes.

Don’t lie to me and tell me I ever asked you to lie to me because a lie to me lies too deep in my soul to ever allow room for forgiveness to grow.

Cut my strings, and let me go.

If a flower is constrained to a pot, it can never grow.

Cut my umbilical cord and allow me to breathe on my own.

Your life support is dangerous, you give up, on me, too easily.

- Breaking Up With Chicago

My Chicago,
You will always be my forever first love, My Chicago.
But I am tired of loving you…
Your strong arms come in light, medium, and dark
With attitudes of jerks and assholes.
Minds of cheaters, lovers, romantics, and haters.

Claustrophobic Chicago
So small you can fit everyone in your size 8 shoe so we don’t expand or get smaller.
Smell your different scents from masculine to feminine.
I am tired of loving you, My Chicago!
Bipolar Chicago.

It’s because your skin is soft…and your hair is long…
It’s because your style is different and your lips are full…

Because I can read your insides and bring them out…
Because I can’t turn your frowns upside down…
Always I will love you; My Chicago.!

But I can’t love you forever. I can’t hold on to you when you’re not mine to hold on to.
I can’t hold on to what once was, to what I’m not sure I want to rekindle.
My Chicago you have been my weakness for far too long and I will never draw rainbows if
You’re constantly giving me gray chalk…

You will always be my forever first love, My Chicago...
My Resident,

If forever your first love, then make me your only, for forever shouldn’t end so soon.
How dare you leave me with nothing to cradle in my arms, but the wind that penetrates the hole you left in my chest.
I know that when seasons change I can become colder than the lake my body lays upon,
But when the sun shines again you feel the warmth of my embrace, the warmth that you always knew was still inside of me.

I mean, don’t mean to be so vulgar baby but, I remember you used to sing melodic screams when my full lips kissed yours, the ones people can’t see when your smiling.
You wanna feel what paradise feels like? Well fill your interior with my exterior and feel how deep my love can really run.
Sweetie, you used to scream “Chicago”. I will still rock your map.
And baby, there’s more passion when we’re arguing.

Your body was sculpted to fit into the mold of my soul and sleep under the night lights that twinkle in my eyes.
You know me better than those who just tour my downtown area, looking for a good time.
Your love runs deep, to the hundreds, of projects, that were attempts to move my dignity to the southside, to the sky scrapers that allow me to rise my head high, as negative stigmas invade my westside.

You scrape my sky. Even if you move, you’ll take my winter coat, my Tims, my buck fifty hat, my Uggs, my scarf, and my skull cap,
Everything that kept you warm with me and allowed you to stick by my side, whether it be my west or southside, my north or east,
Your river of tears will always run through me.

I cannot count how many funerals, how many shootings, how many tragedies I’ve put you through.
You’ve watched seasons change, on your window pane, resting on a season’s pain, wishing I would stop the rain.
You’ve given me chance after chance to show you what real love means.
So if you must go, to save your heart, then leave.
Leaving me will be the most intricate exit thine eyes have ever seen.

Save Darfur Campaign/Show

Spring

Spring: la renaissance du monde, the renaissance of the earth, of the world.
We spring back into life like 1,2 CLEAR!
Letting the sun thaw our frozen hearts and set fire to hormones eager to arise from hibernation.
We spring into the beauty of this world like a new born baby from the womb.
We spring into sunshine, blooming and blossuming, ripping clothes from our backs like acid.
We spring into each other like bullets cause shit gets hot when spring begins
And when spring comes, she screams like a burning angel.
Brilliant it is
The feeling of flying through space and kissing the stars and making love to the moon
All because spring sprang you into it.

We spring into the sun because it’s hot and dangerous

and we know that if we touch it we’ll get burnt.

Our winter angels are now gone because of our spring devils.
Unable to obtain out feelings we sprout out onto other flowers.
Sucking the nectar and moving from one flower to another.
First a dandy lion, then a rose, to this beautiful flower called lilly.


We spring into the clouds like air planes but spring too far and we don't come back to earth.
See the winter keeps us grounded.
Heavy boots trudging through sticky snow we
Use to know how to keep our feet to the concrete
And the soles of our shoes to the souls of our hearts.


See the winter keeps us grounded.
Winter keeps our roots inside the cracks of the ground, so frozen that we are unable to move
But then the sun comes and melts the ice away and frees out leaves
so that we can grasp on to others.
And now look at us…look at us now
Unable to take care of our seeds.


So our seeds turn into limp stems
Afraid to lean towards the sun
So they walk around with their heads down like some sort of burden
Too heavy to spring itself up
Too heavy to look towards the sun
Or too light so it springs into life too fast
Not enough foundation so it dies too soon.


Our beautiful seed dies before getting a chance to even be able to drink the
earths natural waters
And since are heads are stuck in the sky and brains're being burnt away by
a devilish weed we tend to forget that we have a seed.

So they die.

Right before or eyes
But we don’t see it
And since seeds don’t have anything to
worry about they'll be ok until they turn up missing and then a couple of days turn up buried in the dirt.

Spring.

Spring.

My beautiful spring.
My god can't you grow the most ugliest things.

Will Definitely Write to This

Crash pt. 1

We used to promise each other forever.
When the sun shed light on our faces
We could see the beauty inside each other.
Our hearts as one sound
And when we made music you sounded like a marching band
And when you came you marched like a marching band
Shaking the surface we laid upon.
But now our surface is cracked
I on one region and you on the other
Floating farther away from me
As we hold hands and lock hearts
Hoping we don't fall apart.You tell me everything, even things that hurt.
I tell you some things, but hold onto secrets grasped by fear and it hurts.
I never wanted to hurt you.I wanted to love you, and hold you for as long as the night held the stars.
But somehow we could never get that far.
It's like we're riding in a car
And jealousy crashes into you, as infedelity hits my backside too,
Sending me through the window shield, shattering what's left of your heart.And we can't go back to the start so we move on.We said we'd last forever, but forever's just too long.And now only lust keeps us entact.

Fuck You with a Poem

Can I...
Fuck you with a poem?
Glide the tip of my pen
All over your soft radiant skin
Until you cum orgasmic metaphors.
Let me fuck you with a poem
Til ink drips and
Vibrates your hips
And you taste alliteration on my tongue.
Let me fuck you with a haiku, a free verse, or a sonnet.
Let me fuck you so hard u spit similies out your mouth while i taste the slant rhymes deep inside you.Let me recite a stanza that makes fire crackers moan inside you.
Let me...
Fuck you with a poem.

How to Love a Fallen Angel

A fallen angel weeps tacit cries.
Invisible tears stream down her face and dry up like a rose in a book.
Beautiful, she is for I have lack of a better word.
But her pain runs deep like basins and valleys.
Pain that rises in her eyes and sets in her tongue,
Pain that wipes away the condensation in the mirror.
Pain that makes Absolute taste unsure...
She deserves to be loved,
From the folicles of her hair down to her toe nails.
She deserves a thrown.
Let me be the one to untangle the strands of your trust and weave them together to patch up a wounded heart.
Together we could muffle the sound of the rain hitting the pavement with your sweet melodic moans.
Together we can kiss the sky and make love to the ground we stand on.
Let me revive you, fallen angel.
Let me tell you all the pretty truths and sweet everythings that simply reiterate how unworthy i am to hold a queen in my arms.
Let me kiss away all the bruises and hold a mirror up to your face to show you perfection's reflection.
Let me love you, simply.