unexpressed gratituderemember that afternoon i called you,
too weak to make it home and we
ended up going to the hospital,
by my side you stayed
through sickness and health?
and my birthday, when you listened to
what makes me happy
forgave me for my bad decision
a few days later, you
countless times you went
above my expectations to make me
smile, to bring me
security, to remind me that love
is not just a fairy tale
so i thank you for choosing me,
for insisting that you be able to feel
my body next to you
that one summer night;
for loving my brokenness,
for the good and the bad-
here's to youthis truly is a backwards place with its double-standards andhere's to you7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
past the marches and speeches, this generation tucks its tail
claiming FREEDOM COME, FREEDOM ALL.
and when the news reports at the end of each day, the violence
in high schools, colleges and cities
we salute the white prankster jocks when the noose is hung,
send off the black kid to county jail for overreacting to a
we applaud the heterosexual cause as it bombs clinics,
bombards funerals, and preaches violence from the pulpit
yet were it that the tables turned and
whites were hung by nooses in the night,
heterosexuals were tortured and murdered for their right
to privacy and love,
minorities rose against their oppressed state
we would light the torches, build up the stakes,
send off the lesser-ones to a fiery grave
this truly is a backwards place with its double standards and
artificial superior race
The Other WomanThe Other Woman9 years ago in Typographical More Like This
My nights are anchored to his love;
to those windless moments
where reason ends and dreams begin
and the protection of his sighs
fill my empty spaces
The darkness brings with it
silent as the sleep
that exhales between us
I know it is only the treason of the dawn
that sends him back to her
The PedestalI told myself that you broke my heartThe Pedestal8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I cried out so angry hurt and alone
Yet when I was shown a light on the truth
I realized you were not what I once thought
Truthfully I see that I believed in an ideal
Not something standing there and very real
So the one who truly broke my heart was me
For allowing myself such a vain luxury
Of staring at you and inventing this dream
A persona of what you should be to me
Now that I know the real honest you
I find myself rather unimpressed sadly true
The person I imagined was stronger in the mind
Not this weak nothing gathering lost time
The person I imagined would keep their word
Not pretend to have never actually heard
The person I believed in was capable and kind
Not someone constantly distracted all the time
The person I see before me pales in comparison
To the creation of the ideal I thought I saw in you
Perhaps it truly is best that you never really knew
At the End of the Day At the end of the day, when you realize all men have failed you.At the End of the Day8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When all of the people you cared about have moved on.
When all of the things you thought were here to stay have faded.
There is but one who remains.
Do you know who he is?
Something ThereSomething ThereSomething There7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When I first met you,
I couldnt stand you.
Yet, there was something there.
On our first date,
I saw a different side of you.
Yes, there was something there.
Our very first kiss,
Made my heart stop.
Definitely, there was something there.
The first time we made love,
Everything seemed so magical.
There was something there, and strong.
After our last conversation,
I cried so hard I couldnt breathe.
There was still something there.
And now that youre gone...
Every time you cross my mind,
My heart and stomach ache.
Theres still something there.
The MelodyI could be your melodyThe Melody5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
help you write a symphony
succumb to the memory
live out the fantasy
like a song inside my head
remembering the dreams
folding into everything
As we rewrite the rules
I could be that melody
won't you write me that symphony
succumb to that memory
dreaming a fantasy
As reality repeats
Scared to approach
but I break all the rules
folding into you
I could be a melody
write for you a symphony
succumb to my memory
find my own fantasy
I'm on a roller coaster
The music pulls me closer
There's nothing left to say
better out of the way
I could sing a melody
backed by that symphony
broken that memory
created my fantasy
I could find that melody
a whole new symphony
let go the memory
I am that fantasy
Genesis, To FlyGenesis, To Fly11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Genesis, To Fly
Main Entry: 1vol•a•tile
Pronunciation: 'vä-l&-t&l, esp British -"tIl
Etymology: French, from Latin volatilis, from volare to fly
1 : readily vaporizable at a relatively low temperature</i>
An era of Edenistic emotion
curls around my finger tips and toes,
slowly working its way to my heart—
felt cold, inside,
in the summertime; and winter fills itself
with warm motion pic
"When God Saw Me"When God Saw Me"When God Saw Me"7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When God saw me hiding from my insecurities and pains,
He came down from heaven, lift me up and said,
Follow me, and I will give you rest
When God saw me in my lonesome state, fearful and confused.
He sat beside me and whispered the words,
I will never leave you nor forsake you
When God heard me crying in the wilderness, feeling unimportant.
He embraced me with his arms and said,
You are valuable to me, I died for you and I love you
When God saw me, I am at my worst.
Yet He didnt hesitate to save and love me.
He cared for me and now Im His.
And my best I will give Him..
GoShe reached out her handsGo8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And opened the sky
Not caring who saw,
Not considering why.
Her wings gently lifted
And love bade her go
Go out to the world,
So the world could know
That chains could be broken,
And tears wiped away,
And those in the darkness
Will find light of day.
"Tell them," said Love
"All that I've taught,
And all that you've learned
In the battles you fought.
Tell them that Love
Died on the tree
Tell them I suffered,
For that love was me."
"But Love," said the winged one
"What can I give?
I'm still learning much
In this life that I live.
I'm not wizened and old
With tales to relate,
There's much more to teach me,
So why don't I wait?"
Love chuckled softly
And shook his crowned head,
Made the winged one blush
With what next he said:
"Sure, there's more to learn,
But is it not enough
To be armed with the knowledge
Of the depth of my love?
You know that and more,
That can't be denied.
I've called you, my child,
So you're qualified.
I've made your voice strong,