Poem Compilation #1

These are a couple of poems I wrote a while ago, enjoy :)

I sit here thinking about what I can say,
To take us back to those dates starting with yesterday.
You see I should be studied by the most famous of doctors,
Since I have to live with a broken heart.
There's a part of me that has to be reconstructed, brought back to life,
Because I'm not living anymore.
My minds in a bad movie with a bad ending and,
I'm forced to miss the other shows.
I thought speech would be a solution
But it only adds the pollution of the memories you and I made,
I just want to make it through this day because,
What was once together, is now apart,
Why can't I have the girl who has my heart.


She said I wouldn't understand
Even if I was the Man who made everything with His hands
She said I couldn't get it,
Too bad I do
Because its the same shit, been happening for years
And it's the same shit that should bring me to tears,
But it don't
See my love could be perfect
If she was
There would be a purpose to our bees and birds, trust my words
But there isn't
See it don't make sense, no where close to a dollar
Saw the little cutie and I thought I should holla
But every time I got close, shock collar
I wanted to be that guy
I'm the one saying bye


Need love here, I'm hiring
This search is getting tiring
The workplace is my heart
And it could use some work
How'd I get such a bed rep with no employees
I mean the training could have been that hard
I'm never gonna find someone to clean up the shards
Of my broken heart.

Why We Put Ourselves Through It....

I've been wanting to post a new blog about this topic but I guess it's taken so long because I couldn't find the words. To really get it all out. I was hurt before and that shit hurts, it truly does and I continued to let it happen with that same person. Why couldn't she have the same feelings towards me? I'm worthy... After her, I wanted to become the shit, maybe then she would want to be with me. I mean I treated her right, I thought I played it right, but it just didn't work so now I'm gonna be everywhere. She won't be able to get away from me and I'll be in everyone's mouth. But through these efforts, I became cold, real cold and I guess this is where my reputation as a player came from. In my eyes no other girl came close and truthfully they didn't. I could just drop one girl and go on to the next perhaps it was her close friend, I really didn't give a fuck. But I got caught up. This girl was that girl that could become the world to you, the one that should be in the white dress. I told myself to not keep my guard up, be truthful to this girl and I got hurt. This always happens but it's just the shit you cannot control and thats why we keep going back. We want that control because with that comes security. We see the potential, the excitement rises because we found someone we can be comfortable with. I don't have to be Kwaun Williams, varsity basketball team captain, senior class president (yea, that's me, the kid that used to stay in the library at lunch). And I thought that I had her, there's no way she would go to anyone else, unlike the others, I could love her because she would be stupid to not feel the same way. Well she's stupid because that isn't what happened. How she would see it, why would Kwaun Williams want her? She wasn't with Kwaun Williams, it was Q who loved her...