the total lunar eclipse convinced me I need to buy a telescope in the near future. how dope would it be to sit on your balcony and watch the stars and the moon at night? way too dope.
the secret professes that ‘thoughts become things’ and since the age of 10, I was absolute that one my poetry would make me famous. and remembered. and appreciated. I feel closer and closer to that, every day. the closer I get, the more overwhelmingly beautiful it becomes. but I receive all my blessings.
I’ll be glad when we’re ready to live together; missing being held by strong arms.
I’ll be fine though, cause someone who loves me JUST as much is here w me (my daughter).
I love my daughter SO much, at times it makes me emotional. like, I just hope she FEELS how much I love her. how badly I want to do right by her. she’s my light, for sure. *gets teary-eyed*
my patience sucks. and I know that’s the main thing I need to reach my goals. *sigh* I’m still working on it, though.
I REALLY miss the 90s. the music then was so……so……electrifying. listening to it now, even, I’m pulled into a time when things were simpler. less complicated. and just genuine. definitely missing that time. definitely missing the music! shoutout to artists like Ariana Grande, Sevyn Streeter, and Drake (to name a few) for maintaining the essence of what R&B was and should be.
hips don’t lie.
they sure don’t.
I’m really into body language. studied it a bit in school. would like to study up on it more. soon.
perfectionists fuck up, too.
I love him. so much.
I miss Pac.
I’m not sure if I should feel some type of way because “I” get the feeling that he doesn’t dig my natural hair. I wish people knew just how important my decision to go natural, is to me. it’s definitely a big part of who I am now. it doesn’t define me…but I want it to. my hair is a symbol of strength. rebellion. adversity. beauty. royalty. best decision I made in a long time.
I miss my guitarist. we make magic together.
I need to get more focused.
I think A LOT. sometimes to the point where my brain actually starts to hurt.
get this money.
do something worth while with it.
we can all eat.
just need unity.
gotta take more showers per day, in the summertime.
make them skinny chicks retire
fall in love, from lust
a ton of love to give
there’s a whole world between
the bottom of the cheek
and the start of the thigh
authentic like Mary
let us get you high
gone fly that thang,
be your own person.
do it cause you want to.
not because others are doing it and you just wanna be able to say you’re doing it, too.
don’t let anyone define your success.
taking trips does not make you grown.
working for someone else does not make you a BOSS.
start your own company.
make your own rules.
be your own BOSS.
believe in yourself.
your dreams have no limits
so never be afraid to dream BIG.
life does not stop at a 9-5
there is ALWAYS more.
don’t let anyone tell you that you have to be a regular person.
renting something does not make you a baller.
brand names and quantity does not prove wealth.
being hateful doesn’t bring you love.
(think hard about that)
and as much as you don’t want to admit it, we ALL need LOVE.
be grateful you have as much as you do..
cause it can EASILY be gone within the blink of an eye.
so that your blessings will continue to come.
this mouth work wonders.
tongue will twist twirl round yo thoughts.
hands soft against yo skin
have you melting in the palm of these hands.
this girl not shy.
she just be reserved.
her extras be put on preserve for
the one worth all this magic.
she not boastful.
not trying to have you in your head.
in your thoughts
go crazy from this head
or so you thought.
lick suck slurp on yo weakness
make you weak while you strong.
she’s no fool.
fully aware of how she’s been making you feel, all along.
body move like a song.
you wanna be in good, like a thong.
let’s make this a thing.
make this time routine.
make seconds into sessions
this love hit hard, like a bong.
this love will sting
this love go hard
this love makes pain feel worth it
..makes the past pain worth it.
this love will hold you
keep you knowing that you’re loved.
make hearts jump.
body parts pulsate and thump.
words make the picture clearer to see.
make you know that life is more than just luck
these lips work wonders.
these hips do more than just fuck.
feel fingers work wonders.
this mouth, works wonders.
tongue will twist, twirl round yo thoughts.
wrap pleasure round yo mind.
make you cum..
closer to me.
make you fall.
reasons why I fell for him
.his sarcasm matched my own.
.he uses big words in normal conversation.
.he makes up his own words and definitions to them.
.he’s a water sign.
.he approached me at a time in his life when he was done with the dating scene.
.he saw me and knew I was what he wanted.
.he got me.
.he loves me. and shows it.
.he smiles with his eyes.
.he keeps me looking on the brighter side of things.
.he cut his hair off.
.he sat, hours, with me while I waited for a tow truck.
.he keeps me laughing.
.my silly side is comfortable with him.
.my heart feels safe, with him.
.he doesn’t know what the future holds but he wants me to be apart of his.
.he likes to make music.
.he appreciates my passion.
.he’s patient with me.
.he’s patient with me.
.he’s patient with me.
.he was ready for me.
.i told him I didn’t know if I was ready…
…he was patient with me.
he made me feel good bout that jump.
made me ok with falling.
I’m feeling good bout my decision.
stretched out ‘cross his chest.
my weight feels feather-like
on this cloud.
legs tangled like hair
each strand made for the other.
his heartbeat; there’s two.
I embrace them both.
each kiss oozes “I love you”
each brush past my skin
admits he’s willing to try a little while longer.
hang around a little while longer.
we laugh before bed.
can’t stay mad
and I’m glad.
I’m sinking into these sheets
pillows wipe this scent right on
up off of me.
now I smell like love
you’d swear we were in love.
we call ourselves.
there’s that heartbeat again.
today’s music makes me wish I were born in the 60’s
cause today, me and the “niggas and bitches” just aren’t mixing.
words meant so much more then
and when it would get explicit,
it was still delivered like art.
today, music can be disgusting;
I’m not your hoe
no, I won’t twerk it low
and your boys.
what happened to making love
to one person only.
what happened to apology songs
when men were honest and hurt
when they did you wrong?
recent generations’ music has no conscious, it seems.
and the ones who do…
shoulda been born in the 60s with me.