tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58444810984176844872011-10-02T23:42:57.002-07:00...follow your heart!!Nikita Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12454029432877860390noreply@blogger.comBlogger441100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5844481098417684487.post-23363941975072135892010-09-21T01:35:00.000-07:002010-09-21T02:14:38.258-07:00

good googly moogly you got me and its crazy ive let you go in most scenarios but there are certain calls i wont ignore like the call of chemistry our bodies together i swear its destiny but i shouldnt swear so i promise you satisfy me and i always want more but you pacify me from the bed to the floor you floor me and i know we wont be but that is irrelevant in the grand scheme this thing we

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Ive spent countless nights awake trying to write a poem that could encompass your beauty or your strength or your love ive seen the sun rise and set and rise again and i am at a loss for there are no real words that can exemplify your excellence and when they asked me to write a poem for you i may have even thought it could be easy you are my grandmother after all and we had a bond that

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we have reached the end of the road and boyz II men is not singing because i do not belong to you nor you to me we were having fun at some point i remember there were times when I didnt have to wonder and whether youre aware i didnt really care but somewhere along the line we did a 180 you turned yeses into maybes and questions into crazy and while you were never punctual you werent full of

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something is just not right you are not the one for me but you captivate every brain cell you activate every nerve in my system and though im not nervous around you i should be because you have the power to crush me like me ant you giant i never stood a chance but i never stood the stance that signaled WARNING no bullshit within 50 feet somehow i let you reach me the physical is what keeps me but

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SHe saidHe's in love with mein his soul's soulbut thats funnycuz i know he only loves mewith his soul polebut my soul glows as i bask in his presencein his soul's soul i'm the only girl for himbut i wonderif my nose will grow like Pinocchio'stelling myself lies like thosecuz in my soul's soul i knowthat all we have in commonis his soul polebut in my soul's soul's soul i wish that he loved me with

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Sways my stancemoves my mindI wish I could bethe movements I makeSmoothLike the jamaican That sweettalked my heartHe said every wordWith melodyEvery lookWas peortyOh how I wish I could beThe feeling he gave meWith no words I reach to theeMind slightly cloudedCarrying casual doubtYou spoke to meWithout saying anythingbut your message was so profoundmy brain cells moved to the beat of your

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i love himbut i cant help but to think ofhow different my life would be if you were hereand sometimesthese feelingsshame me but im not wrongto feel themthey say absence makes the heart grow fonderbut im not sureif my heart is more fond of youthan curious of who you areand naturallyyou are mebut maybe my nurturemade me into hesee, i love himbut i cant help but to wonderabout the unknowneven

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"to be or not to be"i said it was time to take flight.but i couldnt sneak away like a thief in the nightcouldnt just let you go without a fighti may be rightand it could be timei may be yoursand you could be mineand maybe notbut thats finespoken wordsdraw feelings deeperhaving usquestion whatwe thought we knew about each otherwe wonder why we botherwe must be fans of tortureif i were to ask my

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*to love we thought we lost but never found in the first place*i realize nowwhen i look back thenwhen im thinking past tensethat u werent to blamefor my foolish insecuritiesor the demons that plagued mecuz we was youngand you knew thatbut thats wheni lost control of my surroundingshad my hands in every potother than the ones they needed to beand when the kitchen started getting hoti thought i

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*I Havent been very creative this week...nor have I had access to my past creative process. This is a beautiful piece, that a friend introduced to me, and I have now grown to love.*I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,in secret, between the shadow and the soul.I love you as the plant

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*Obviously, I did not write this. However it did resonate with me, and beautifully expresses my belief that love is infinite. *1If I speak in the tongues[a] of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. 2If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I

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were taking one step forwardthen two steps backour president is blackbut their taking backour free right to marry who we choosehow did we again lose sight of the plan?equality for every mani mean its greathe looks like mebut he's commander in chiefits a great accomplishment we have achievedbut then its greeted with intoleranceplease!!!and whats worse....they depended on our voteto gain their

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"We just had a near-life experience"-Chuck PalahniukWe almost really livedAlmost experiencedWhat life is really about:Taking chancesAnd making statementsWe almostMade the mostOut of what were made ofLiving outside the wallsBuilt around our heartsBecause this isAn amazing representationOf dreams coming trueOf life running wild.With reckless abandonWe almostMade each other happyHappy enough to make

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There's this ghetto birdThat keeps me up at nightWondering which one of our brothersHas fallen victimTo its propellor of deathThey sayNot to follow the lightBut like moths to a flameWe are singed by our curiousitiesWe can't get no satisfactionThis ghetto birdOr shall I sayThis urban birdThis keen watchful eyeOf our inner city communitiesWhat do u want from weAre u looking for meCuz I'm upCan't

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I don't want to say itI know itJust don't wanna admitShe was rightWithout so much of a wordHow did she knowMy struggles run so deepWhen I've tried To keep my interaction so shallowI guess I'm not managing to keep myHeart in my chestAnd my smile on my sleeveHow many people can really see through me?I know the truthAnd I just don't want to say itDon't want to admitI meanYou should have seen What he

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ive come a long waysince dj quik had mesitting in my roomthinkin bout youreminiscin on the freaky little thingswe used to dobein thatdown down down chickwonderin why you bullshittinhypin yo squad uplike yall was really cripsa long waysince three 6 was the sex mixi sprinkled holy waterin your el coo na na na na on the nextel v-mailand whenever my phone a ringtiki tingtiki tiki tiki tinghellowho

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Hands on chest say pray for methough his hands prey on mehis mind on my heartbut the hands on his chestsay pray for methough little girls cant survive his wrathmaking women out of us yetpicking up pieces from a breakdownlost without a pathprey without a prayerneed hands on chest that request a sayerbut he gets the blessingbecause the hands on his chestsay pray for mebut where's the prayer for me?

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Patience a virtueThat can hurt uCuz wit some shit like thisYou needTo check ur expectationsAt the doorYou need to keep your hopesOn the floorYou gotta wait for moreBut who wants to do thatPatience A virtueTo learnYou must have it to earnAll the good things in lifeTime heals all woundsYet it slips awayLike sand through an hourglassDon't know how long I can lastDebatingWhether waiting Is right for

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He loves me He loves me notHe loves meSo sweetly like a kiss On the collarboneNot the only one I've knownBut the only one I'm knowingSuddenly this passion turns passiveI hear the doors slammingEmptying what had filled me previouslyHe loves me notIt hurts so badThat it doesn't feel goodFeeling pain I wouldn't wish onMy non exsistent enemiesSo blind I can't see who's hurting meBut u open my eyes

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Today was the dayI could have madeU make ur mind upAm I nuts?Just playing alongIn this little gameYall keep sayin my nameReadin my aim awaysAm I insane?Or just numb n the brainNumb to the painThat presents itselfIf he's not gameShould I stay?I meanTodays cooAnd tomorrowWho knowsbut yesterday who knewI'm almost thru caringAlmost thru sharingMy bed with youBut will I be blue?You came toHaunt me in

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I've written so many wordsWhere I wonder In what niche I fitIn this love thing.Asking whoever will answerWhy they won't love meHow I want to be lovedOr how I deserve to be lovedOr even love me at allI've fallinCountless timesInto trapsSome have been set for meOthers I set for myselfSome I succumb to even afterI get outMy heart has brokenBorn againAnd brokenAfterAnd all the kings horses and men

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he used to give me butterfliesnow i just want to flyaway from himi dont have what it takes to winhis hearthe used to give me butterfliesi used to not liei used to feel highwhenhe was aroundnow i only want to say goodbyehe used to give me butterflieswe used to have the sweetest timesbut they were all linesyour love was leaving me emptynot even enough left to love mefor mehe used to give me

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rebelling with no causepain with no purposei thought this might help mebut it only hurtsjerks me back to realitylets me know things arent reallywhat they seemor are theythis was to be expectedi feel rejectedbutfreeits true u cant handle mepleasedu are the truthsincerelyno hard feelingswont be mad in the morningprobably wont say anythngbut hellohey youyea ill come thruso we can do what we dowhen

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Look around youhistory is being madeour peers arenow the peoplewe look up tosoonwe will only be able to blame ourselvesfor the misfortunes we faceour generation is taking its placeat the head of the classlook around youthe revolution is hereit is being televisedit is radio broadcastjournalistically representeddont pretend for a minuteyou cant see the changes happeningcant see the the seeds their

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i really cant take thisfeeling like thisthisisa longing gonea wanting missinga love hidingwe are riding on a roller coasterim doubled overstop this tripcant take this shitreallywe triedsaid hi good bye hi and hi got high made tieswe laidthen you lied i cried i spied you lied i cried some moreand more and morei was smokin cigarettes at nightfight you pick after fight after fightand the love had

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love is a blessingbut we end up testingourselves too muchto touchsomeonewe got afeeling forthere are butterflies you can’t ignorebut we head toward the doorthinking thatwe need moreor were just unsurewe believe thatfate preordains usso we haveno faith in our passionsbut regardless what happensthese thingscertainlymake lifeworth living

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oki really need to starttaking heed to these signsin my roadcuz i try to act like im so slowbut i knowand if u knew meu know thatbut i pretend to be blindpretend to not be able to find the wayso i dont have to say nodont have to paythe tollbut my mind is taxing my heart nowfor the ways that i wouldnt gofor the love i should have shownand didntbut insteadleft behind the opaque wallsi call

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ive been lostand finding myselfthinking backon once forgotten memoriesof men who never loved meof men whom i never lovedof possessions that i will never again possesscuz im lostand ive been finding myselfsearching for a wayto get backall the thingsi shouldnt have given awayand to give backall the things i shouldnt have takenthis world has me shakenthat i may never find my pathbut i hope the past

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Decisionsmy indecisiveness is making a messneed to choose to go right or leftbut i stay stagnanthoping a middle road will appearwhat are my fearsof a freedom of choice.i have a voiceyet i seem afraid to use itwill i lose iti just cant figure it outthese decisionsstressin metestin meif i choose the wrong onewill it make me or break meand the real question isdoes happiness lie at the end of that

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time for a change... its about that timefor a changecuz this same ol shitgot me goin insanegot my body feelin weakmy mind feelin meekmy lips unable to speakwho knew itd get this deepbut its about that that timefor this to changeand in my worldyou were the truthbut apparentlymy heart cant take this ruthless

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wishin money grew on treescuz u said if i had some ud want mebut im wondering when a love like that will ever be realand if i must feel like thisthen id rather miss youthan be be faced with fake kissesand whispered i love yousand who am i?to turn down love.as tho it flows freely.who am ito be picky?but at the same timewho are uto make me feel like i am anythinglessthan a blessingand i think i am.

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mysterious...me?no im an open bookthough there may not be much for you to look atbut im deepwhat is what?i bet u know nothing of such thingsso does that make me a queen?i bet notsoi better stopme...marvelous meuseless all the timebut still u want mefrom my beaten path i wont leaveno matter how many roadblockscuz no matter what it seemsi do this all for mei hurt to hurt no morethere is pleasure

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couldnt even tell you not to stopbefore you kept goingsee i tried being coybut i was starting to annoymyself.i gave inevery whimme and himwe commit sinthese lipsin a permanent grinthe morning aftersee the smoke clearedwe bypassed each otherfor two yearsafter those words had spontaneously combustedsee we spoke this into existenceleft it an incomplete sentencedot dot dotand a friend request

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home is where the heart isand mine was finished b4 it startednow were just walking around pretendingto be familysociety it tells meblood is thickerbut i see mine in the same light as winea spirit for the timesbut home is where the heart ishow about on my sleevethe most comforting placeit probably can beid rather live here in this vulnerabilitybut still shut you out so u cant seethat home is where

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I have finally had a good weekend...not so goodthat i wanted it to last longerbut good in the senseof filling...but not filling enough to be fulljust filling enough to satisfy mebut not saturate me.im not left wantingjust leftand for once not missingbut not detesting your future presencethis time was a good timeleaving pleasant tastes in our mouthsnot bitter confusions of words once saidwe

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She greets me:as salaam alaikum...They say when she leftthe soprano chair was left emptyOn a search for herselfshe came backRabbiah Al-Haneef...She found the mosqueand made her pilgrimagenever knowing how we yearned for her at ChristmasAnd us never knowing how she yearned for us on Sundaysand we all never expressedhow we missed her soprano.It seemed some Sundaysbirds sang on Carol's pianoafter

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i ache for words to begin to define my mind..but when i look i am blind so shook..dictionary open book pages blank...singular words can only describe me..put them together your left with she... she....she....but not followed by anything..with one step you can see...an abyss...deep, i can be but what step will have you falling...you can look but your blind so shook so you shake fight or flee so

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Feeling alittle more stressd than usual todayBut without reasonmaybe my brain finally caught up with mesince ive been dilluting its powernever sobertoday it burstsfull force into my immediate thought flowwhat used to beuseless brain chatterdiffuses itself with meaningful subject matterand its buggingthat i havent myself decided which precidesother than the obviousthan this thread that is

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im always scared to begincuz i know after that it never will endthe laziness hides my perfectionistprocrastination teaches no lessonorganization is overwhelmingtell me how i deal with these thingsme being responsible could easily lead to me being analand thats not how i condone livingand let me not understate this fearmy being responsible will definitely lead to my being analand due to me knowing

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nice nicolenot really too negativenonchalant almost to a faultindifferent to lifebut love to liveopen my eyes to the sun.

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ts been momentsmere minutes make this differentabruptmore like secondsseconds seperate me from what used to berapidadrenaline surgedpassionlike magicpop!no pressure just ur presenceand that passion played outhigh timeslow tidephases like lunar cyclesits a new moonone were not used tolost without youand ur goneoutta sightin mindanticipating debating awaiting the days

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maybe one daymaybe one day I'll find a love for memaybe one dayfrom me to hopefully youhopefully from you to memaybe one daybut not todaytoday full of disappointmenttheres no love for me todaymy chair is missing a legcant sitmaybe one day thoughmy feet'll stop pacinbut rest wont come easynot todaytoday rest wont come at alltoday im tired cus your running through my mindnot running into metoday i

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in the cage of shallow insecurities you have mestuck without a way outno doubti give all my love and my love cannot give me back to me but im not really missing anythinghere i am in place of former facessee mecome closer love and face thiscome over now collect the prizeu won my heart nowrecognize.this bitch here... i shed tears, shared fears, opened ears, replaced years, and im merely a smear..

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tbc silent tears... not overly sad not in pain but hurt...don't feel em coming till they spill over the brims of my eyelids...and no one will ever feel them but me... piece by piece my heart drops to the bottom of my chest.. bye peace bye...sleep wont come easy..i smile as inside there is turmoil, a storm that won't die.

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