HER ADVENTURE

She was the type to try new things, new destinations, new places.
Always to the point, quick to get up in peoples faces.
She didn't care about doing right or doing wrong.
She was quiet sometimes, but a freak when the music went on.

She was a party girl, always UP for a good time.
In fact even when she slept, you could wake her UP for a good time.
UP for a good time, she don't give a fuck, but she do for a good time.
Life is short so she worked HARD for a good time.


Quite unusual, she had mad hobbies.
She liked to wrestle, she loved it when somebody touched her body.
She was crazy though, just into freaky shit.
She loved to waterfight & sometimes even skinny dip.

She'd go swimming until she felt sick.
Vomit her guts out, then lack the strength to stand, so she'd just sit.
She'd never go nowhere though, without her favourite jacket.
She'd let you strangle her until she could no longer hack it.
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BRB - Commiting Suicide

Some days I cannot hide,
The way I feel inside.
I feel to type back:
Brb, I'm just attempting suicide.

Excuse me if somedays,
That smile of mine escapes me,
And excuse me if I go to sleep,
Wishing they could never wake me.

I can't help the way I feel inside.
So I type back Brb, I'm just commiting suicide.

My heart is not like yours,
My brain just doesn't seem to work the same.
Life is not so easily remedied,
As an autotuned T-Pain.

Some days,
I just can't find the will to move,
And somedays I feel lost,
Despite feeling I have nothing to lose.

And in the end,
I just can't help the way I feel inside.
You nudging me is pointless,
Brb, I'm off commiting suicide.

How funny I am,
Some days I amuse me.
My own gift for humour,
Is one of the few things I do see.

Such irony,
I just typed 'Be Right Back'.
But now I'm swinging from the ceiling,
I won't come back.

Sorry to say,
But the impact of your emoticons escape me.
I just deleted life,
For me there is no escape key.

This is sick,
A tale of a hopeless friend.
You just witnessed the diary of a murder over MSN.


(A sadistic poem - why? I just don't know)


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I Miss You Like _ _ _ _ _ _ _

I miss you like autumn,
Attacking the trees.
Missing you like how the branches are missing their leaves.

I miss you like a birthday on a leap year; so far gone.
Thinking of when I last basked in your company - it seems so long.

I miss you like a parent,
Missing a child.
Who once was so promising,
But has since ran wild.

I miss you like a little kid,
Missing a tooth.
Looking out for the fairy,
Trying to discover the truth.

I miss you like a puppet,
Missing a string;
Denounced of freedom,
Just like a butterfly missing a wing.

I miss you like a writer,
Missing a pad.
I'm feeling lost,
Like an angry child missing a dad.

I miss you like the very sky,
Missing the clouds.
The way I miss you,
So much...
Where are you now...?


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Nothing Even Matters...

Short hair... long hair...
Dark skin... light skin...
All I care for is the shade of her attitude...
The length of her ambition.

Eyes too squinted... lips too big...
If her eyes can see a future with her, me & a few kids,
If her lips can release three words that when combined state "I love you"...
Then nothing even matters to me.

Nothing even matters, except the way I feel when were alone.
Nothing even matters, as long as your heart becomes my home.

Big thighs... large breasts...
Straight weave... oh please!
None of that really matters to me.
As long as the breasts can feed our newborn,
Everythings all right with me.
As long as the thighs can help get you to the alter, then I'm content with the woman before me.
As for the hair, I just don't care,
Your head will be delicately buried in the pillow,
Or pressed against my chest while we listen to the birds on the other side of the window.

Apart from you, me, us...
Nothing even matters much...

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Message

I have not sat down & written in such a while, that I find myself trying to re-find my own personal style & flow.

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Learnt To Love

I am merely flesh & bone,
Just a man, tempted by women, fear & doubt.
Her heart is my desire,
I want to know her inside & out.

Sprawled across my sheets she lay.
The beauty of her assets, her smile takes away.
In her I find truth, a shallow vessel I no longer am.
She makes me want to love her, night & day.

It is true I am not innocent,
Of course I have fed upon my fair share,
My body tainted by my rash need to let my raw sexuality explode.
But in her I find a deeper want, so we both keep on our clothes.

I need not rhyme these words I write.
I need not hear you praise me.
My heart has already found the flow (of love),
Thats how she made me.

So despite my outer shell,
My appearance & the tales you hear.
I have left the shallow me behind,
I can love, at least whenever she is near.


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My dream...

I cannot allow my child to be a victim. I want her/him/them to be everything I'm not. I have nothing worthy to pass on, so I will mould her/him/them into my dreams instead of my reality. To my unborn child, I would like you to surpass everything I am/was or could have been. Be my Gohan and grow stronger than I ever could.


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Message

Please excuse the quality of my latest blog posts. I am simply trying to get myself in the habit of posting & publishing regularly.
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Can You See

Eyes do as they do,
I see the lies & the truth.
I have seen the wisdom of the old surpass the ignorance of the youth.
With eyes open as wide as an open mind,
A strong upbringing shields me from roaming the earth blind...
I struggle to comprehend many things that my eyes fail to see.
But in the end, it is my mind itself that will eventually set me free.


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There She Lay

THERE SHE LAY

It's as if I awoke from one dream, & descended into another.
There in my arms lay my heart, my pride & my lover.
Her image was a beauty, my logic could never hope to name.
In my chest burnt a fire, Helios himself could not tame.
Her beauty remained resting; silent - in a slumber so deep.
She had become my kryptonite - making me so strong yet so weak.


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SEX

SEX

Rolling on the floor, the picture we paint is an image that depicts less than dogs.

Our animalistic characteristics have taken over our whole being.

If you were to look at us now, it would seem that romance, respect and love had been stripped from us.

With only rage and hatred in its place.

Almost as if we are human no longer.

Just merely vessels for the sin of lust.

Greed also incorporates itself into our list of wrong doings.

Because at that moment we would have no one but us touch the one with which our body was entwined.

I belong to you and you belong to me.

Together we make a mockery of the term ‘soft and gentle’.

The pair of us would seem sick and cruel to the untrained and innocent eye.

You would think by our expressions, that we were writhing in pain & agony.

DISGUSTING!

I would not shun you for presuming we seek to offend.

But oh how wrong you would be.

Contrary to your misinformed thoughts, our love for each other is pure,

& to us deeper than the depths of the sea itself.

If rumours and stories of the gods are true, then do I now congratulate Aphrodite or Cupid?

I know not how to live.

I am not in abundance of wealth or even respect by my peers.

But I know how to love, and this love that I possess is true wealth.

HOW COME HE DON'T WANT ME?

This poem was inspired by the well known American television sitcom

"The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air"

*episode 97 - Papa's Got a Brand New Excuse (1994)*

Personally I think this scene in particular set the tone for acting in sitcoms. It showed viewers that just because a show is known for humour, does not mean that deep issues cannot be touched. This was emotional to watch :o(

...but don't worry, when I watched it and wept, I made sure to cry like a man! Lol

This is the scene in particular that inspired my poem:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bxulantPiXI&feature=related

Below is the poem..

HOW COME HE DON’T WANT ME?

How come he don’t want me man?

How come I had to teach myself to be a man?

How could he leave me?

Why don’t he care?

Why when I needed him, he was never there?

But its fine, I don’t need him.

I can do it alone.

He ain’t never taught me a DAMN thing!

I’ve always walked alone.

I threw my first punch, won my first fight by myself.

I learnt to play ball and ride a bike by myself.

So why should I be mad?

I ain’t need him before.

I became a man by myself.

So I don’t need him no more.

I mean really, why should I be mad?

I had a father after all,

Just never a dad.

But its cool you know,

I’m not a kid anymore.

It’s not like I cry as I sit on the floor.

Watching and waiting for a knock on the door.

I will make it.

I will get through college without him.

I will find a beautiful wife and form a life without him.

I’ma have me a family without him.

& I’ma be a better father than he EVER was.

& I sure as hell don’t need him for that.

Ain’t a DAMN thing he can tell me about how to LOVE MY KIDS!

How come he don’t want me man?

I WATCH HER

I am currently studying creative writing at Brunel University,

I plan to upload some of my work every now and then, just to give people something to read.

Below is a nonsense poem I submitted for my poetry module,

key word- NONSENSE!

"I Watch Her"

My lady lay in black, in bed.

Eyes that saw eyes that saw a gaze.

Doorways mask the eyes that peek.

Smiling happiness beaming rainbow joy.

Pleasant as a red rose with black petals.

Her beauty lay in bed; inside

not out.

Her nose fixed cute as a button upon the cardigan that is her face.

Hair is beautiful, as hers was.

Longer than a limousine, sun golden and soft.

To touch her essence was to taste the essence.

She is the everything to my nothing.

Mine to hold in arms always and never.

Still her beauty lay, as if a portrait resting in imagination’s womb.

Beauty lay, she slithers on sheets that subtly moan.

Light switches do as she does, eyes flickering.

I want her, to want my want indeed.

Forever and never she will forever remain, with me..

So here is my first post. After I learn how to properly navigate this website, I will upload some poetry and short stories I created.