It seems here lately,
That you have fallen for me once again.
You exerted so much energy to try not to.
You exerted that energy only to pretend.
That to you I meant nothing, that my words did not affect you.
But I’ve heard the stories from your walls,
Of how in the night you fall
Because your life without me is blue.

Its seems here lately,
That you have fallen for me once more.
Because your passionate stares, and your undressing glares
Tell the emotions that you try your best to ignore.
But what for,
Who knows why you wish to deny your own passion.
Telling me that you could care less,
But I know best behind the façade of your stubborn reactions.

It seems here lately,
That your mind is captivated by me this time.
It is you who wants me,
It is you that desires us to be together forever in time.
You can’t admit it but I know
Because your sugary voice told me so.
Once more my love you take hold.
Once again you are the one in control.

It seems here lately,
That not a moment passes without me in your mind.
Your dreams so the seem,
Contain visions of you once more being mines…
As in the past which did not last
Only because we could not be friends
No need for a show because believe me I do know
That you have fallen for me once again.

Jagged Little Pill

The unspoken truth still remains
And reality I have not faced
I am still dreaming of fairy tale endings,
While my love for thee I’ve yet replaced
Denial has become my most favored trait.
A Hopeless romantic, forcing a selfish cause.
Determined to win a one man’s race,
Striving for a victory that has long ago been lost.
Jagged little pill, so hard to swallow
Jagged little pill filled lethal, yet so hallow.
What was good is gone, nothing left to swallow.
Jagged little pill filled lethal, yet so hallow.

The pretentious of self-healing,
Of life without thee, of liberty without freedom.
Allowing me to deceive myself of the truth
My ears chose not to hear him.
Telling me “that it’s over,
And the sooner I except the better off I’ll be.”
I couldn’t except because I didn’t wish to stomach
That he had digested me.
Afraid to swallow a matter of fact.
Afraid to turn away filled with regrets.
Constantly looking back deeply into the past
Praying for a light that would illuminate its path.
Searching for a way to somehow
Retrieve those lovely days.
The days that you longed for me,
Those days my mind continuously replays.
Jagged little pill, oh so hard to swallow.
Jagged little pill filled lethal, yet so hallow.
What was good is gone, nothing left to swallow.
Jagged little pill filled lethal yet so hallow.

Dismissing the wise words of souls that know,
Those that have been here done that and have turned out fine.
Dismissing wise words because I fathomed an illusion.
That their situations must somehow bare different from mines.
And that eventually I’ll prove to everyone, that it was worth all of my time.
Missing out on the soulful cure of serenity;
The opportunity to gain a peace of mind.
This Jagged little pill is so hard to swallow.
This Jagged little pill filled lethal, yet so hallow.
What was once good is now gone and there is nothing left to swallow.
This Jagged little pill filled lethal, but in reality so hallow.

The Writing is on the Walls

A thousand of poems wrote,
Yet you cannot note that I am still obscure.
My words fly like birds, and again I have spawned more.
The depth goes beyond the abyss,
And the simple features of me you all miss.
Because you look at the background.
At how the frame decorates each letter.
Searching for diction, and syntax that I could’ve implored better.
Audience of millions, reading with their children.
Saying that I couldn’t have hope, have dreams.
Masking my screams of freedom.

Ten poems shared,
But the recipient scared to take in each phrase
Hearts cringe, and emotional bonds mend,
As all of you all’s startled eyes gaze.
At me, listening to my poetry, but not retaining a word.
While I voice my life, my strife,
And you later empathize the unheard.
You compare your experiences to mines,
Expecting me to see their similarities.
You people please you are deceived,
Living through me vicariously.
I am an artist,
Who paints inexplicable figures with colors.
That comes in the form of dialect unlike no other.

One poem thrown into the air,
And on whim I pretend like you and do not care.
Complementing me on my poetry
Because to you the rhythm is so nice.
But the irony is inside that rhythm
I spoke of sexism caused by you yeah that’s right.
I am taking a plight,
Jumping off the edge to commit.
Suicide of your superficial smiles.
Fathomed to prevent my disillusionment.
Heaven’s sin, demon’s kin, spirits that I exhale in words.
So you attack me personally,
With you complementing my all.
Proving to me that at glance
You only see the writing that is on the walls.

Brotha Man

Bills to be paid,
Notices’ stating that money is due.
Exertion for what you ask,
Are these possessions worth going through?
Flashing at the wrist bling-blinging
Laced in Gabbana from head to toe.
Fuck the credit statement stating,
Fuck my baby momma hating.
Both saying I can’t afford these clothes.
How the fuck do they know?

My impression means the world.
So, I can hustle to gain the world.
Sitting on twenty inch chromes,
With my neck so froze.
See this is the life that I chose.
To have and to hold.
Supporting my wife on assisted funds.
But I am still fly, still shining like a stunner.
And you wonder?
How I have fresh Jordan’s on my feet
With my family struggling to eat,
Fuck reality, I need fantasy.
Gucci jeans, and icy gleam.
Shit that I can floss nicely.

Man I got needs,
Fuck having kids to feed.
Baby moma’s constantly wining.
Notices constantly compiling.
But my rims stay shinning.
My wardrobe stays styling.
And I am constantly profiling,
Off of loaned out funds,
That I will never return.
Even though I’ve been warned.
That criminal actions will be performed.
But I will shine on.
Until this brotha is long gone...
Fuck taking care of my home.