Scars on the skin will heal,
But the scars left on the heart
Are marked with a reverberative pain that burns in my chest.
Damned be the one
Who broke me into
Shattered hazardous pieces.
I am a malfunctioned hot mess
Just another statistic left in the damaged goods section,
My last owner didn't take care of what was once belonging to them.
Leaving me Incomplete,
But only a few pieces missing.
You can take me as is,
And deal with the repercussions
Or Dodge this bullet
Thatll be end of discussion.
My past haunts me in my nightmares.
Subconsciously reminding me
Of what my ex did
How do you let go if everything is a remeniscence?
How am I still feeling pain from a relationship already ended?
Walking around still
Battered and bruised
Dazed and confused
damaged and used.
Before this begins I must inform my next ex.
Let me turn my hazard lights on
Don't say I never warned you
I wear all my flaws on my forehead
Like a bottled prescription
Here is my instructions:
YOU MAY BEGIN RECEIVING SEVERE MIGRAINS DUE TO AGGRIVATION OF CONSTANT ACCUSATIONS. THIS BEING A RESULT TO A PREVIOUS HEARTBREAK AND A LOST OF TRUST. IF 3 MONTHS CONTINUES AND NO CHANGE SEND TO A DOCTOR IMMEDIATELY. PREFERRABLY A SHRINK.
And please do continue reading on to the fine print:
PRODUCT HAS BEEN REPORTED TO RAMBLE AT TIMES ABOUT A LOVER FROM THE PAST, THAT DID HIM DIRTY. IF YOU EXPERIENCE ANY SIGN OF THIS SWIPE THE PRODUCT ACROSS THE HEAD WITH A QUICK JILTED SMACK AND IT WILL COME BACK TO THE PRESENT REALITY.
Give me your patience
We can put myself back together
One piece at a time
Enlighten me with your wisdom
Teach me how to love you better
Show me a little optimism
Let me know you believe
Taking slow but steady steps,
Gradually working on making me complete.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Connotation
Pricks to the fingertips
For reaching too far
Blistering from the cold
Light me unto flames
In the wintertime
And watch me burn
As the smoke arises
From the ashes
I hope to
Bring tears of benevolent
Revelations
As you forget every word
That was mentioned
And see right through to my
Every intention
For reaching too far
Blistering from the cold
Light me unto flames
In the wintertime
And watch me burn
As the smoke arises
From the ashes
I hope to
Bring tears of benevolent
Revelations
As you forget every word
That was mentioned
And see right through to my
Every intention
Monday, January 18, 2010
The Mighty Heart
My mighty heart was out to prove that it had courage. My heart wanted to prove that it could beat on its own, that it had strength so formidable that it could bare a power, which would only be shown if I allowed. This plucked my interest immediately. I was always aware of how significant my heart was. I always knew as long as it continued to beat, and it kept the constant flow of blood moving throughout my veins, I would be alive. I also knew that it was my heart that holds all that is my love, compassion and pain. I did not know it for all its potential though. I have always been very guarded leaving my heart very limited. Through all of my experiences of matters that dealt with my heart I have noticed how resilient it was. This heart knows how to pick up right where it was left and to keep on beating. As it pumped blood through my veins of a heated passion I could feel how strongly it had a need to show all that it was capable of. I had trusted in my heart.
My heart skipped a beat and jumped. My heart fluttered and leapt up out of my chest, and I allowed myself to take that chance. I let it take the lead, and with this bold decision I learned a valuable lesson:
The problem with allowing your heart to lead the way in life came down to the most obvious set back. It stuck out like a sore thumb, yet I somehow overlooked it. The element that makes the heart so significant later had become its own downfall in the end. The heart approaches every situation based on emotion. Draped like an ornament right around my sleeve, my heart showed everything I was feeling. I Did things I would never have thought of, and that was exactly the biggest con of using my heart solely. I was doing things I never thought of! I allowed my heart to lead me in my actions and decisions. I had set aside my brain as a secondary tool; a backup plan. I wasn't thinking. I wasn't using the powerful and knowledgeable brain I had so often relied on in the past. Without the brain and it's conscience to no longer filter out and monitor the things that I say or do I was, as you can so eloquently put it, an emotional wreck. It wasn't long before I found myself and the one to blame, my heart, knee deep in too much trouble.
The heart is often responsible for many thoughtless actions such as a lustful affair with a married someone, or telling a person how you really feel. (This isn’t always such a great idea I came to find out later.) Last but definitely not least, the heart manages to almost always get involved into situations you have nothing to do with because it tends to care too much. The heart is not mindful! My heart can be a tad bit boisterous at times. It holds nothing back.
See the heart doesn't think. The heart feels. The heart is a risk taker, a spontaneous vessel in which you never know what it’s set out to do next. The heart is a powerful entity that needs to be controlled; Limited. It tends to look over all consequences when it makes these emotionally driven decisions that can lead to trouble.
I run into plenty of people who live their lives this way, making decisions from the heart solely. I have learned though to make a well thought out conscientious decision in your life it involves a combination of things. You must use your brain. While your heart acts out of pure emotion, basing life off of feeling, your brain is the logic. The brain is that bright light of clarity that brings everything into perspective and would tell you when your heart is acting out. You must trust what you know! Then there is your trusty intuition. Always follow your intuition. Your intuition is like the humans 6th sense. I have wormed my way out of a few situations following my first intuition. If I don’t feel right about something it’s not happening. The body just knows certain things. Always keep a clean ear to listen to your conscience when it speaks to you. Every mentally healthy human being knows their rights from wrongs.
The heart can so often be fickle, and fast moving. It starts getting your blood pumping and you are off, it’s just automatic. It has proven itself to be a force to be reckoned with for sure, but with control, using the other elements I discussed previously, the hearts full potential is limited. The heart is quick to make decisions based on feeling, but we all know we can't always go by just our feelings alone. What a selfish and chaotic world we would live in. There would be a huge spike in menaces to the society, and people will do whatever it is they want to do, just for the simplistic and idiotic reason of them feeling like it.
My advice, before you take that jump, before you take that leap and before you do what it is that your heart tells you, think with your brain. Go over all consequences before you make that quick impulsive decision with your heart. Also a life isn’t a life with a couple risks. It’s up to that person to figure out how much that risk will cost you, and if you can handle the outcome.
In most cases, if not all, you have to choose your smarts over a spark. Don't let others make you think otherwise.
Live your life-logically thinking.
My heart skipped a beat and jumped. My heart fluttered and leapt up out of my chest, and I allowed myself to take that chance. I let it take the lead, and with this bold decision I learned a valuable lesson:
The problem with allowing your heart to lead the way in life came down to the most obvious set back. It stuck out like a sore thumb, yet I somehow overlooked it. The element that makes the heart so significant later had become its own downfall in the end. The heart approaches every situation based on emotion. Draped like an ornament right around my sleeve, my heart showed everything I was feeling. I Did things I would never have thought of, and that was exactly the biggest con of using my heart solely. I was doing things I never thought of! I allowed my heart to lead me in my actions and decisions. I had set aside my brain as a secondary tool; a backup plan. I wasn't thinking. I wasn't using the powerful and knowledgeable brain I had so often relied on in the past. Without the brain and it's conscience to no longer filter out and monitor the things that I say or do I was, as you can so eloquently put it, an emotional wreck. It wasn't long before I found myself and the one to blame, my heart, knee deep in too much trouble.
The heart is often responsible for many thoughtless actions such as a lustful affair with a married someone, or telling a person how you really feel. (This isn’t always such a great idea I came to find out later.) Last but definitely not least, the heart manages to almost always get involved into situations you have nothing to do with because it tends to care too much. The heart is not mindful! My heart can be a tad bit boisterous at times. It holds nothing back.
See the heart doesn't think. The heart feels. The heart is a risk taker, a spontaneous vessel in which you never know what it’s set out to do next. The heart is a powerful entity that needs to be controlled; Limited. It tends to look over all consequences when it makes these emotionally driven decisions that can lead to trouble.
I run into plenty of people who live their lives this way, making decisions from the heart solely. I have learned though to make a well thought out conscientious decision in your life it involves a combination of things. You must use your brain. While your heart acts out of pure emotion, basing life off of feeling, your brain is the logic. The brain is that bright light of clarity that brings everything into perspective and would tell you when your heart is acting out. You must trust what you know! Then there is your trusty intuition. Always follow your intuition. Your intuition is like the humans 6th sense. I have wormed my way out of a few situations following my first intuition. If I don’t feel right about something it’s not happening. The body just knows certain things. Always keep a clean ear to listen to your conscience when it speaks to you. Every mentally healthy human being knows their rights from wrongs.
The heart can so often be fickle, and fast moving. It starts getting your blood pumping and you are off, it’s just automatic. It has proven itself to be a force to be reckoned with for sure, but with control, using the other elements I discussed previously, the hearts full potential is limited. The heart is quick to make decisions based on feeling, but we all know we can't always go by just our feelings alone. What a selfish and chaotic world we would live in. There would be a huge spike in menaces to the society, and people will do whatever it is they want to do, just for the simplistic and idiotic reason of them feeling like it.
My advice, before you take that jump, before you take that leap and before you do what it is that your heart tells you, think with your brain. Go over all consequences before you make that quick impulsive decision with your heart. Also a life isn’t a life with a couple risks. It’s up to that person to figure out how much that risk will cost you, and if you can handle the outcome.
In most cases, if not all, you have to choose your smarts over a spark. Don't let others make you think otherwise.
Live your life-logically thinking.
Love vs. Pride
**Following my recent pattern of storytelling in depth scenarios of relations dealing with men and women, I bring you my newest poem Love vs. Pride. Its a sort of tugging war that, I think everyone has had some type of experience in. It all comes down to which one would you be willing to sacrifice over the other. Love or Pride? Enjoy!**
"Am I ready to risk it all?
For love has got no ego.
Even while knowing this
Every time I am ready to give unto you
Pride holds me down like shackles.
Bolting me firmly to the ground.
I am a prisoner of this foolery
and yet I know it.
But I'm not willing to give up on my dignity
for love,
and have this lost battle weighing down on me heavily.
Having my self-righteousness
Sticking out its tongue and taunting me.
You, of course, will make matters worse,
as you say those words,
In a voice so sure of yourself,
"I told you so."
Do not tell me there is no winner or loser when it comes to love.
If I give in and declare you to be right
you would be holding me by the balls.
Castrating me.
Making me feel less of a man.
So I pout my lips and fold my arms.
Stubborn as an ass
I'm not budging.
I sneak a look to watch you pack your bags
As you threaten me that you’re leaving
Should I let you tear out my back bone,
and take the two feet that I stand on
Just to keep you here and content?
Will I be looking back, years from now,
with just myself and my regrets?
Replaying in my head
My shoulda, coulda, woulda’s
of all the things I never said,
Or the thing I never did to stop you?
That I didn't tell you that I love you,
That I want you
And you’re the one person that I want to marry.
What if we only get one chance at this big love?
Who will be at a lost
If we both walked away?
Will I begin to resent every woman here on after?
because there would be way too much contrasting and not enough comparison.
If this situation
So happens to
End in heartbreak,
And I needed someone
To fill the cold haunting emptiness
That you had left behind,
I wouldn’t want to get to know
Someone else
I already know you.
"Stop," I say so thunderous that
My voice echoed an underlying desperation
Through out the room.
I grab you by the arm
And prevent you from leaving.
I know if you left now
There is no way to rewind time like a VHS.
There would be no getting back
No second chance.
So I have to say it.
Right here.
Right now.
I have no other choice.
Ignoring my evil conscience
Hovering over my left shoulder.
I hesitate as the words slip out of my mouth
In such a low monotonous sound
that I didn't think I was audible.
"I love you,"
but she heard,
Because as the words quickly escaped the confines of my mouth,
Tears welled up in her eye.
This was all she needed to hear.
Indication that I really care
just a confirmation of what I truly feel.
An emotion I was denying as if it was a mistress.
And if I let her go I know I would have missed this...
I feel like a man who came clean, doing grown man things
and no longer an adolescent adult still stuck in my youth.
I can breathe!
I set myself free
peeling back the tough skin
And the hard edged persona
That just was not me.
I know now that you should set aside your ego for love.
Enough with the egocentric ideas
I flip the bird to egotism,
because I have been
straight ego-tripping.
When all is said and done
and the smoke thins out and the air clears,
wherever there is a raging battle of Love vs. Pride
there is always one that succeeds over the other.
Love reigns as the one and only undefeated Champion,
And If off of a whimsical thoughtless decision you do decide
to choose your own pride
over the one you love
In the words of Lauryn Hill, “Ya Just Lost One”
"Am I ready to risk it all?
For love has got no ego.
Even while knowing this
Every time I am ready to give unto you
Pride holds me down like shackles.
Bolting me firmly to the ground.
I am a prisoner of this foolery
and yet I know it.
But I'm not willing to give up on my dignity
for love,
and have this lost battle weighing down on me heavily.
Having my self-righteousness
Sticking out its tongue and taunting me.
You, of course, will make matters worse,
as you say those words,
In a voice so sure of yourself,
"I told you so."
Do not tell me there is no winner or loser when it comes to love.
If I give in and declare you to be right
you would be holding me by the balls.
Castrating me.
Making me feel less of a man.
So I pout my lips and fold my arms.
Stubborn as an ass
I'm not budging.
I sneak a look to watch you pack your bags
As you threaten me that you’re leaving
Should I let you tear out my back bone,
and take the two feet that I stand on
Just to keep you here and content?
Will I be looking back, years from now,
with just myself and my regrets?
Replaying in my head
My shoulda, coulda, woulda’s
of all the things I never said,
Or the thing I never did to stop you?
That I didn't tell you that I love you,
That I want you
And you’re the one person that I want to marry.
What if we only get one chance at this big love?
Who will be at a lost
If we both walked away?
Will I begin to resent every woman here on after?
because there would be way too much contrasting and not enough comparison.
If this situation
So happens to
End in heartbreak,
And I needed someone
To fill the cold haunting emptiness
That you had left behind,
I wouldn’t want to get to know
Someone else
I already know you.
"Stop," I say so thunderous that
My voice echoed an underlying desperation
Through out the room.
I grab you by the arm
And prevent you from leaving.
I know if you left now
There is no way to rewind time like a VHS.
There would be no getting back
No second chance.
So I have to say it.
Right here.
Right now.
I have no other choice.
Ignoring my evil conscience
Hovering over my left shoulder.
I hesitate as the words slip out of my mouth
In such a low monotonous sound
that I didn't think I was audible.
"I love you,"
but she heard,
Because as the words quickly escaped the confines of my mouth,
Tears welled up in her eye.
This was all she needed to hear.
Indication that I really care
just a confirmation of what I truly feel.
An emotion I was denying as if it was a mistress.
And if I let her go I know I would have missed this...
I feel like a man who came clean, doing grown man things
and no longer an adolescent adult still stuck in my youth.
I can breathe!
I set myself free
peeling back the tough skin
And the hard edged persona
That just was not me.
I know now that you should set aside your ego for love.
Enough with the egocentric ideas
I flip the bird to egotism,
because I have been
straight ego-tripping.
When all is said and done
and the smoke thins out and the air clears,
wherever there is a raging battle of Love vs. Pride
there is always one that succeeds over the other.
Love reigns as the one and only undefeated Champion,
And If off of a whimsical thoughtless decision you do decide
to choose your own pride
over the one you love
In the words of Lauryn Hill, “Ya Just Lost One”
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Tell Me A Story
Tell me a story
A grand story
No fairy tales or lies
I only want truth in this story
I want an enchanting story
Keep me at the edge of my seat
With something compelling
I want to hurl with laughter
Because I find this story
Outrageously funny
Tears well-up in my eyes
When the story becomes touching
I want to be enthralled
With its charm and wit
I want to become so scared
That I find myself drenched in sweat
When you tell of earthquakes and disasters
I want to feel the earth shatter
When you speak of the sun rising
And morning dew
I want to hear the finches sing
To feel the rush
Of jumping out of a burning plane
Without a parachute
Feel the excitement
Of sprinting down the freeway
While an uncontrollable
Eighteen-wheeler pickup truck
Is full speed headed toward me
I want to feel the heat
Of the fiery flames
I want to be wet
By the pelting rain
I want to feel the soil
Synched between my toes
Tell me a story
A grand story
No fairy tales or lies
But if fairy tales and lies
I want a grand story
Filled with fantasy
That I can learn from
A grand story
No fairy tales or lies
I only want truth in this story
I want an enchanting story
Keep me at the edge of my seat
With something compelling
I want to hurl with laughter
Because I find this story
Outrageously funny
Tears well-up in my eyes
When the story becomes touching
I want to be enthralled
With its charm and wit
I want to become so scared
That I find myself drenched in sweat
When you tell of earthquakes and disasters
I want to feel the earth shatter
When you speak of the sun rising
And morning dew
I want to hear the finches sing
To feel the rush
Of jumping out of a burning plane
Without a parachute
Feel the excitement
Of sprinting down the freeway
While an uncontrollable
Eighteen-wheeler pickup truck
Is full speed headed toward me
I want to feel the heat
Of the fiery flames
I want to be wet
By the pelting rain
I want to feel the soil
Synched between my toes
Tell me a story
A grand story
No fairy tales or lies
But if fairy tales and lies
I want a grand story
Filled with fantasy
That I can learn from
Friday, January 8, 2010
Frozen In The Moment
Can I stop your heart
And live in this moment forever?
Bend space and time
Hold off on continuity all together.
Let us
You and I
Put a stop on the flow of time
And cherish every moment of this
This fleeting romance
Frozen in our lustful laden tracks
Give me your frost bitten kiss
Let me hold you in my loving
Embrace for an eternity
For this moment let’s feel absolute.
I want you to stay right there
Me, right here.
Let me admire your
Crystallized form of perfection.
I just saw you yesterday
And have you in my arms today
I don’t want these feelings to ever
Go away
And live in this moment forever?
Bend space and time
Hold off on continuity all together.
Let us
You and I
Put a stop on the flow of time
And cherish every moment of this
This fleeting romance
Frozen in our lustful laden tracks
Give me your frost bitten kiss
Let me hold you in my loving
Embrace for an eternity
For this moment let’s feel absolute.
I want you to stay right there
Me, right here.
Let me admire your
Crystallized form of perfection.
I just saw you yesterday
And have you in my arms today
I don’t want these feelings to ever
Go away
Friday, January 1, 2010
I Loved The City, But The City Didn’t Love Me
I asked for morning sun rays
Instead she gave me morning showers
I expected to come outside and walk through grass
Trees and daisies
Those expectations were replaced with barren land
And concrete ground
I opened my arms to welcome the fresh air from the outdoors
And coughed up fumes and gas
Instead she gave me morning showers
I expected to come outside and walk through grass
Trees and daisies
Those expectations were replaced with barren land
And concrete ground
I opened my arms to welcome the fresh air from the outdoors
And coughed up fumes and gas
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