Tag Archives: Poem

Of This I’m Sure

You are not a bad person for hurting other people. Everybody hurts.

Build your karma so it can afford to take a hit every so often.

Never say never.

Tell your mother you love her.

Be honest with men, even if it is embarrassing, even if you have to be vulnerable out of your comfort zone, even if it takes tequila and red wine to get it out of you.

Tequila confessions still count.

Bone crushing hugs are the best kind.

No one else notices the three pounds.

Love your girlfriends, in spite of their flaws. You will need them to love you in spite of yours someday soon.

Etta James and Ray Charles know everything.

When you say, “don’t tell anyone,” they will tell at least someone.

Your friends’ opinions matter, but so do yours. It is your life to live, after all.

It is okay to fall in love fast, and fall out of it even faster. It just means you are passionate.

Listening to the same song on repeat does not hurt the other songs’ feelings. Go for it.

The written word is not a lesser way of communicating what you need. Some people can’t speak as well as they write.

Nobody likes cover letters.

Sometimes, the cover really is better than the original.

It is okay to disagree with your friends, it will only build your respect for one another.

The most eloquently stated opinion is not necessarily the best one. Don’t let others’ intelligence intimidate you.

Thank your mother.

It is more than okay to not know. Anything.

There is always someone better at what you do. Fuck ’em, your talent can still be recognized.

Girlfriends will always, always break your heart more than boyfriends.

You do not have to turn your frown upside down if you do not feel like smiling.

Read others’ words. They build yours.

Never, ever, ever stop believing something you believe in because someone else asks you to stop.

Drink the damn glass of wine.

Small talk isn’t all that important anyway.

Sometimes, it is okay to baby a sad man’s insecurities.

It is okay to know that you need a lot of attention.

It is okay to want to be held.

It is okay to cry, even in front of people.

You do not have to be an animal person.

You do not have to be a people person, either.

Participate in conversation, without your cell phone sitting on the table face-up. At the end of your life, do you want to remember talking to your friends, or checking your facebook while they were talking to you?

The ones who you can call in the middle of the night are the good ones.

There are eight different definitions for the word “family” in the English language. Sharing common ancestry does not have to mean a thing. When you are old enough to decide, you can choose your own family. Your aunt can just be your mother’s sister. Your cousins can just be people you grew up with.

Do what your brother asks of you.

At the end of the day you truly are a gem, baby girl.

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Tormented

We are the tormentors of ourselves…. We are in emotional pain on our own accord… We cry because we struck the first blow… We die cuz we never learned to let go… Teasing and taunting our hearts get a beat… ‘Just leave’ a message that never gets to our feet… Loving from afar while watching love grown… That will always be harder than you will know… Saying I’ve survived another disappointment, does compare to the lack of joy you’ve felt. Heart break is a universal term… But it’s something that you just can’t warn… Laying here looking at you look for her… You say your happy… I wouldn’t concur… Satisfied might… Ring true… But joy surrealism excitement… These just wont do… To describe your fake smile and insincere hug… Miles away is where your heart now lays… Hurt yet again cuz she only loved you like a friend…. Sadly near the brunt on the weight, heading once more for the exit gate… This just hurts, all too well… What is love? I just can’t tell

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What is Love?

We are the tormentors of ourselves…. We are in emotional pain on our own accord… We cry because we struck the first blow… We die because we never learned to let go… Teasing and taunting our hearts get a beat… ‘Just leave’ a message that never gets to our feet… Loving from afar while watching love grown… That will always be harder than you will know… Saying I’ve survived another disappointment, does compare to the lack of joy you’ve felt. Heart break is a universal term… But it’s something that you just can’t warn… Laying here looking at you look for her… You say your happy… I wouldn’t concur… Satisfied might… Ring true… But joy surrealism excitement… These just won’t do… To describe your fake smile and insincere hug… Miles away is where your heart now lays… Hurt yet again because she only loved you like a friend…. Sadly near the brunt on the weight, heading once more for the exit gate… This just hurts, all too well… What is love? I just can’t tell…

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All For A Reason

Everyday at 2:31 exactly, the suns rays shine through my window and stay for about 10 minutes, then they leave with the rest of the Earth’s rotation.

This is something I try and wait for everyday, just to see if maybe one day it’ll be a minute off or something, yet still, everyday at 2:31 it continues to reveal itself to me.

It reminds me of how precise existence is. How there is never a mistake when it comes to mother nature, and it is all meant to happen.

It also leads me to believe that we’re all here on this planet for a reason, and we were all meant to happen.

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The Pain

the pain and passion that courses thru my veins takes over my sanity.. the desire i have and thirst for success encompasses my very being.. failure is not an option in the book that i write.. change the course, change the crew.. i will do what i must to come out on top. those that i have surrounded myself with in the past have shown their colors and true intentions.. time for mingling has past as well as the bullshyt that i have spent.. getting to know one another for the simple pleasantries of socialistic expectations.. being kind and sugar coating the real deal is no longer polite.. its a waste and a drain.. the ppl that run in the circle i am used to bore me annoy me kill me.. please.. i look over the literature that has been written between you and i, i feel your words and see your dreams.. SHYT is what it all is.. an actress you should be.. those times alone that were spent were never meant or felt or real as i am.. hope ambitions loves desires.. FULL OF SHYT is the past that we have had.. the interactions the meetings the plans the goals.. LIES are what your words now amount to.. there are things in life i have never experienced according to you, time has shown me that it was no fault of my own.. i just ran in a large crowd populated by fake ppl, the sad thing is not only do you know them but you too became one of them.. the memories that once brought me to tears and damn near depression are now the fuel for my all out aggression toward achieving my success and happiness that is duly mine.. you were never more than a deviation off course.. a simple waste of time..

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All A Dream

Laying in bed with the sheets touching our bare skin… The silk traces my silhouette so elegantly… The arch in by back emphasized dramatically as you lay with my hands wandering up your thighs… The yellow of my skin is contrasted starkly with the shadows that spy from the corners of the room.. The places the soft glowing lamp do not reach… Humming gently, playing a soft melodic tune, the radio keeps time with my heart beat… Rolling to the side that stays vacant we toss around the queen size playground… Enjoying the moment yet yearning for more… Sounds dim out as the beat speeds up… Images so bright and distorted flash behind lids closed tightly… Grasping and gasping for yet another minute of pleasure a small whoosh of air escapes the soft lips that once were kissed… Too soon the feelings felt, to fast the excitement came, to real to be a dream yet I wake up blinking one in the same… Turning to look at the digital read 1:45 am… I pull the blanket tight around me to block the chill of the fan, close my eyes and pray for that feeling once again…

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Slow Down

Have you ever watched
kids
On a
merry-go-round?
Or listened to the
rain
Slapping on the
ground?
Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic
flight?
Or gazed at
the sun into the fading
night?
You better slow
down.
Don’t dance so
fast.
Time is
short.
The music won’t
last.
Do you run through each
day
Ont he
fly?
When you ask How are
you?
Do you hear the
reply?
When the day is
done
Do you lie in your
bed
With the next hundred
chores
Running through your
head?
You’d better slow
down
Don’t dance so
fast.
Time is
short.
The music won’t
last.
Ever told your
child,
We’ll do it
tomorrow?
And in your
haste,
Not see his
sorrow?
Ever lost
touch,
Let a good friendship
die
Cause you never had
time
To call and
say,’Hi’
You’d better slow
down.
Don’t dance so
fast.
Time is
short.
The music won’t
last.
When you run so fast to get
somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting
there.
When you worry and hurry through your
day,
It is like an unopened
gift..
Thrown
away.
Life is not a
race.
Do take it
slower
Hear the
music
Before the song is
over.

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