fuck ya'll

i once had a whole lota friends
fuck 'em
thought they would ride to the end
fuck 'em
we had already been through thick and thin
fuck 'em
shit would break but together we'd mend
fuck 'em
you almost couldn't tell us apart
fuck 'em
one mind, one goal, one heart
fuck 'em
if things went down we'd have each others back from the start
fuck 'em
wouldn't matter who was first to get smart
fuck 'em
but then things started to change
fuck 'em
new things happened and plans got rearranged
fuck 'em
they started to act real weird strange
fuck 'em
i couldn't grasp what was going on in theirs brains
fuck 'em
it made sit back and reflect
fuck 'em
then that turned to regret
fuck 'em
now deep down inside my chest
fuck 'em
there's this wild fire that just won't rest
fuck 'em
really the really why i'm so stressed
fuck 'em
is because we were way to deep for this mess
fuck 'em
well i was wrong i guess
fuck 'em
but that just makes me even more vexed
fuck 'em
see i remember staying in the pocket, down for my friends as if i was each one of their sidekick, if they didn't have i would go out and cop it, and on the real that's how all of us rocked it. but now i can't even get a call not a text not a single word at all. i wanna just go bang on some jaws but instead i'll just say
fuck ya'll

Goodnight

I'm not one for saying goodbye, it's so much easier to just say goodnight.

I'll pretend that I'll soon see you again and I'll embrace you like a long time friend.
I can act as if it is all ok, like your at home right now just enjoying your day, and if i miss you at all i can just place a call and you'd be on the other end with a million things to say.
While I'm stuck in traffic I can check your Facebook status and I'll see that your kinda flirting with someone in one of your classes, then i can send you a text saying," you're in school to focus", and you'll send back a crooked face letting me know that my incites are hopeless.
I just wanted to say goodnight and hope that you sleep soundly and i want you to know that when they found you they some how found me. i think back on all the things I've done and lived, and then i see that if your father only had one breath left he would give you his just so a goodnight could be returned to his...just so he could say goodnight to one of his kids.
Saying goodbye is just too painful to bare, the word is too final, there's no promises there, it's too done and over with, it's too cut and dry, it's too hard to even write about because i have to stop typing so i can wipe my eyes...
All the wrongs you may have done I pray The Lord forgives them, and i hope however did this is feeling hell and i don't mean that as a euphemism. some are asking for their capture, i'm not cause there's too much for them to do in prison. the evil in me wants to lay down the hammer and personally punctuate the end of their sentence. but you have some how taught me peace and i really want you to know it, you're about to have a niece and to her i promise to show it.
the reason why someone decided you should float before you got to the age where you could vote i don't know but it only made you stronger because you had a hold on this whole nation that will never let go. you'll be remembered for your legacy not for your plight.....
but i'm going to let you sleep now...
i love you ...
...goodnight

Kissin you

I’m missing you wishing I was laying next to you kissing you
I’d pay a million dollars a smooch as if you had a kissing booth
Your lips the truth and the smoothness of you tongue is gospel
If I don’t have a fix of your lips then I swear things are gonna get hostile
I’ll testify to your fly I’ll be your apostle
My desire for you surpasses great it’s clausal
I don’t even know how I got you but I won’t question what’s working
When I’m asked how I’m feeling, with out the answer is always, “hurting”
I know I maybe smirking but I’m serious as a fever
You just don’t know how much I’m into you and you’d probably never know either
Cause to depict it I’d have to be way past prolific
I’d have to make up a whole list synonyms just to call you terrific
I’d have to write for days just to give out the specifics
And as much as I adore I doubt that I’m that gifted
But your lips make me take off and my contents all have shifted
You get me all riled up and then my minds thoughts are constantly different
Consequently I’m drifting
Even as I write this now
I keep thinking of how you drive me crazy and I’m killing myself trying to write this down
It’s like lightening strikes and “pow”
My mind goes vacant
I admit I’m not just tripping over you
I’m on vacation
I’m about to write moms to say I’m staying and I aint never coming back
I bet you never thought that kissing you makes me feel all that

Romance Novel

purpose, i told her to move with purpose
she was on top riding like she was writing in print
i told her to move in cursive..
i told her to work it like a wordsmith,
cause imma prolific linguist whose lingo is the length of the earths surface.
and she responded with full service, mama almost had me nervous
almost made me ruin my rep as she gave it to me just like i deserved it.
her cursive was perfect, and her penmanship was impeccable,
and the detailed she regaled made her writing that much more delectable,
way past sexual, something infinitely more, something the likes of which no women had ever written for me before.
now i have to even the score, i have to show my technique,
i have to show that i can back up all that i speak.
i have to show her that she'll be bound by my literature like the nurse from Misery
and when she speaks of this in future it wont be fictitious history,
it will be a real life story of triumph and victory.
as she licks her lips at me she starts whispering, "baby figure me like calligraphy
i wanna feel oceans, lakes and rivers please."
as i delivery these for chapter after chapter i notate quotes she states after every rapture that i captured.
the glass from the nightstand fell and was shattered but so intense into our craft that none of that mattered.
there was parts of the story where i swam the English Chanel,
ate a meal fit for a king,
rode wild bucks at a rodeo,
and some parts where i just was layed back and really didnt have to do a thing.
all in all,
the story was perfectly written,
not a typo to mark
it had a lot of action
it was thrilling
and it was full of heart.
so vivid the story telling i can still see the scenes clearly....
thankfully we decided to press a whole series.

DumbSh!t

it was like...
the very perfect type of night. the women were buzzin
the party was hype...i was feelin alright; had a couple in me, was feelin nice
saw shorty's eyes catchin feelings like she wanted to know what this feelin was like.
she approached me, and i was ready to maybe getta dance on with a lil rubbin, i peeped her wrists had more then a few bands on, she wasnt a stranger to clubbin, but she came and gave my hand a tuggin and pulled me off the floor, i knew i was about to get into something. she bee-lined towards the girls bathroom line stepped to the chick in the front and said,"do you mind?" shorty didnt mind at all, she stood outta the way and leaned back on the hallway wall. this vixen pulled me into a stall and started to grab on me, she put her hands down my pants and all. then she positioned her self to kneel down on the floor i was shocked but pressed my hand up against the stall door, she did her deed with greed and it made me even ask for more she went on until i felt her vocal cords. as i stood there i was good there feelin like i was the man, thinkin back on the night like," damn at first i was just chillin with my mans, came to the club to have a drink find some girls and dance, and now im interlocked in a bathroom romance." i was thinkin back, as she continued to move, on how at how i was happy i got paid that day too, i thought about the money i spent on my drink, i thought about cash i aired out when this other shorty was dancing showing off her g-string. i felt her hands moving up and down my legs, i started to think about how i was gonna be tellin this story for days, then i heard the bathroom door, but sense she wasnt phased, i didnt pay it any mind either so there i stayed, for a moment she got a lil aggressive, i felt her tuggin at my legs, i was diggin it and was like, " ooo yeah. go 'head babe.." she kinda giggled i was thinkin, " yeah imma king.." right then her cell phone started to ring, she stopped, didnt answer and just stood up, turn around walked out and im like, "what the fuck?!" i pulled my pants up but couldnt zippin cause my mans was still up so im standin there tryin to lay it to the side to tuck. all i thought was," damn i didnt getta chance to get that off", then i thought "oh well no big loss." walked out the bathroom saw my homeboy posted behind some ass, i walked to him and said," yo lemme holla at you real fast", i told him the sorry and the nigga started to laugh. he was like," well lets dip" and asked me if i could pay the tab i reached in my pocket and realized i didnt have anymore cash. i almost went in the bathroom to look but the more i thought about the whole scene i just had to admit i got took. all i wanted to do was party and maybe holla at some chicks, but i got, got like a dumbshit!
...and that exactly what i get for only thinkin with my dick...

turn'd

he needs me, i know it
the money i give him shows it
he told me what is important to him
and he even let me hold it.
he sees me with eyes that i have never seen
not like i was some meat
but like i was a queen.
he tells all these beautiful things
things that would make my life anew
then he tells me how to make them happen
he tells me what to do.
he gives me things that help me keep going and make my dreams come true
like a wizard he mixes potions that help do what my mind says not to.
see he told me that my mind will be my enemy and
i need to fully trust his words and he'll help change the inner me.
because he said before i was dead moving without direction
now I'm a women of life and all things move in my reflection.
he takes me places that i have never been before
he rubs me with creams and ointments whenever I'm sore.
and even though he's hit me a few times before
he promise every time he wont do it no more.
see i know what type of stresses he has
he takes care of a lotta girls and most of then are pains in the ass
so when i talk slick its like the last straw
i mean its not his fault i have a weak jaw.
he tells me that we'll always be together
and that he's gonna get rid of those other girls
and it'll be just us forever.
so if i work real hard and keep my mouth closed
one day I'll be his women
not just his bottom hoe...

me you and the vestibule

her lips kept me....
and her eyes wouldn't let me go
i tried to stop the moment but i couldn't let it go
the walls were watching our every move and telling me what i already know
that i really shouldn't be there it was time to go
but i was frozen
her embrace made me feel like i was chosen
she was pressed so close to my body you can guess what was awoken
and when that happens its hard to talk him to sleep
so i would try to turn away from her lips but her neck stilled smelled so sweet
i was weak
powerless
the time was hour-less
i knew i should have said stop
but i couldn't because of my cowardice
i was afraid of changing the way she felt about me
and i don't know why but i just didn't want it to fade
so i stayed
completely consumed by her....everything
her eyes
her hips
even her wedding ring
i didnt care that i knew it was there
and she didn't seem to mind it every time i slightly tugged her hair
but i knew i had to move
because playing this game would force everyone to lose
so i made my move toward the vestibule
she caught up with me and with almost all of her dress removed
i swear skin never felt so smooth
but this had to end
i needed to stop
but i couldn't think of anything but drinking her down to the very last drop
i had her legs spread up against the wall like i was a cop
i treated her panties like weaponry and told her they had to drop
then i did a thorough search for contraband
and i would be damned if i stopped......
once i cracked the case she involuntarily scratched my face
i told her thats ok
cause i think i kinda scratched you down your back a'ways
we began gathering all the clothing that was previously removed
exchanging found gazes as we put back on our shoes
she was like i cant believe how i just broke the rules
i was like i cant believe i almost didnt allow you to.
she came close to me and told me me not to move
told she wanted us to capture this moment in a way she'd never lose
no lie i felt it too
then i heard her kinda coo
to be truthful i was ready to do it too
as would stood there it was clear neither of us wanted to move
our bodies were sayin the things in ways neither of us could do.
like a deeply emotional secret thats between me you and the vestibule