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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.