What About Me?

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I'm a writer. End of story. Actually, the beginning, but close enough. I discovered my talent around the age of 12 though I did not fully put it to the test until my sophmore year of high school. It was an English teacher who recognized my talents and help me push to be better. I took a poetry class in college that opened my eyes up to the world of poetry. I learned many forms, as well as exercised them. August 13, 2007: a day that has changed me forever. You see, I lost my best friend that day; 14 years gone and all I'm left with is memories. With that being said, my writing went MIA for three years, and now, it's SO much different then what it used to be. Take it or leave it; you need my words in your life.

Monday, October 18, 2010

Addicted

I must be some sort of masochist for you, yes it's true, here's a clue, my eyes are smilin'
when I look at you, and ya got me goin' crazy too, just what do you expect me to do?
It's just a feelin' I can't ignore, you walk into the room, my heart drops to the floor,
really, I don't mean to implore, or introduce, but ya walkin' into an open door,
an open book, quick, look, crook, you stole it,
yea, my heart, right out from under my nose, my knows, and I can't ask for it back
because in your hands it feels like home, not alone, or cold as ice
quick, grab some ice, for this bruis that's black and blue
that has me sufferin' when you're touchin' it, gets me hustlin', on my grind,
and you're that desirable paper, gotta get mine.
I've tried to escape it but ya can't run from fate, see,
I have no idea what I'm doin', it's useless, I'm losin',
you're winnin', have my head spinnin'
You see, everytime I see your face, or hear ya voice, it's by choice, that
I succummb to a place where my heart can't keep it's pace, it's a race
and I just keep on chasin' my tail, my personal hell, it jail, imprisoned,
in this life I find myself livin'
goin' in circles, it's a whirl---wind in a world, untamed, unnamed
not built for this pleasureful pain, or any amount of money, any amount of fame
So here, take this crayon, borrow some paint, just go color someone else's town,
someone else's world, just paint someone else's sky
just keep fakin' the truth and maskin' it with a lie
You don't mind setting me on fire, but ya can't stand to watch me burn,
I'd call ya a liar, but I can't stand to see ya hurt
or watch ya cry, see ya frown, watch ya soul leave ya eyes
Cuz when you're around, my heart begins to flutter,
it's them butterflies, and then ya smille and I stutter, stammer,
hit in the head with a hammer, then I can't utter
the words that say you're on my mind all the time, all day
Really, what can I say, you have my heart on stand-by, please standby, stand still
I'm addicted, you're my kind of pill, no lyin', no joke, I'm bein' real, I'll take another dose
Quit bracin' yourself for another lie, here's a hint, it ain't comin', so just relax your mind
Just let it breathe, give in to me, cuz ya got me speakin' the truth
poppin' off honesty without the booth
Don't ya know I can't lie to you? that I'm speakin' the truth when I'm speakin' to you?
It's no blunder, no wonder, no mistake, open ya eyes, I promise you're awake
just quit bein' fake, quit playin' games, it's a shame, you can't expect me to lose this race
I'll take a risk, be this masochist, I'll take your pain, I'll just pop some pills to take it away
then I'll wake up tomorrow and do it over again, I can't help it
I'm Addicted