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.

Friday, November 26, 2010

Introduction

Tic, tac, toe, here I go, about to introduce myself in a flow,
the name’s K, or Kristin, just shut up and listen, I guess you can say,
I’m tired of runnin’, tired of hidin’, so I’m back and I’m rhymin’
with rhymes so sick, it’s practically poetic, there’s no denyin’ it, quick,
who said I needed to sell drugs to kick it?  Yeah I’ve done played the game but quit it cold turkey,
yeah the money is fine but the time ain’t worth it. 
Who said I was over and done with this shit? 
I’m just changin’ up the game, in search of the fame, I ain’t playin’,
games are my specialty, because in my world, it’s mind over body,
skip the looks and judge my personality, I’mma technicality, thinkin’ logically,
gonna teach ya a little somethin’ about morality, I’m comin’ clean,
yeah I smoke the green, would ya rather see me insane, goin’ crazy? 
I’m makin’ my own rules, never know I used to sell drugs with my grades in school. 
 That’s the first rule; go to school, don’t be a downright fool.  Skip to number two;
watch ya back, trust no woman, trust no man, the only trust ya have is in ya hands. 
Just remember the fans, that’s rule three, cuz without em, you wouldn’t be you and I wouldn’t be me
cuz it gives me someone to write to when I’m lonely,
when I’m feelin’ low, even when I’m flyin’ high,
yeah that’s right, I’m spittin’ game in a rhyme.  Rule four says that’s fine
so long as I draw the line, and leave out names til they drop mine.
Rule five is tell less lies, keep it real, keep it right, cuz there’s only one chance at this thing called life,
Rule six says stash ya tricks, keep em in a bag til you're ready to bang 
and rule seven says ya better make it to some kind of heaven,
whether it be God driven or just tryin’ to meet an old friend. 
Rule eight is the promise made to become MADE, whether it’s years, months, or days. 
Rule nine says there’s no time to get it right so long as you’re not givin’ up the fight,
cut the lights, hop on this flight because rule ten is to tell everyone I’m back again
and I’m sorry I ran and I owe it to ya man, woman, husbands, wives, even the children. 
Check out the intensity, do ya feel it as ya step closer to me?  This electricity,
it’s kind of frightening, perfect timing, I was getting bored of this life thing,
so I’m sitting here writing, just trying, to tell a story,
time to shine and claim my glory
cuz it’s mine for the taking, a beautiful mind in the making, just wait and see,
yeah I know it’s different, but it’s the new me, I’ll take what I can get,
gonna have so many number one hits, pay close attention right quick,
been gone three years, best believe I’m ready to spill it,
like oil, I’m royal, and I’m loyal, no time to toil, to fuss,
to cause a ruckus on things that don’t make sense to all of us.  Love or lust? 
I don’t see what’s the fuss, playa hatin’ ain’t a must, please trust,
I’m goin’ deeper than the Earth’s crust, to the core, I can’t be stuck in that world anymore,
I’ve opened the door, step right in, wipe your feet on the mat, then come right in, take a seat,
soon, I’ll begin…

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Flow for Joe

I cant help it, ya know, cuz when the words come, they flow, no tellin’ where Imma go I’ve been gone three years cuz I couldn’t find the word, cuz I was hurt, what do ya expect, I was forced to put you under dirt, and I’m not gon’ lie, all I did was cry and deny the truth. Why?  Why you?  Why not me?You were always stronger than I’ll ever be and I wanna leave but I can’t so instead I’ll just kick it, smoke some weed, pop some pills, it’s the only way I can chill, mellow out, cuz without, I’ll go crazy without a doubt.  I wish I could go back to that night, back in time, yeah, when I was fourteen and outta line with a gun to my head, Russian roulette style, but it was the fourth click instead.  Click, click, click, so I popped open that shit, yup, fourth bullet, fuck it, I’m better than this, gotta rise above all of it.  Quick, grab me a pen, let’s begin with a trip to a fateful Sunday night when I dipped from work, we were spose to kick it right, sit back and do some blow that night.  I called you up instead, “Na brother, I’m not gonna go, but call me tomorrow, I got that dro.  Don’t forget I love you bro.”  “Damn K, gonna miss ya face, but I’ll see ya tomorrow, and I love you ok.”  Then a phone click.  Tomorrow came, and you didn’t.  And to this day, I can’t believe it, it feels fake, see, but it can’t be, I remember that fresh fade you must’ve gotten that day, see, and I laid eyes on a black casket with white satin, praying hands to match ya chest, only for the best in the West.  Dressed so fresh wearing blue jeans and a black tall tee, white sneaks.  Joe, I remember fallin’ to my knees when I saw your lifeless body, ran outside, it was straight sunny, but with you shining down, the rain fell and meshed in wit my face, then came the pain and even through all the pills and cocaine, couldn’t get numb enough to strip it away, to overdose, just a numb nose.  Without a doubt, you had a packed house, a person like you, well-known. When I read what I wrote, every word quivered, every word showed just how much you meant to me Joe.  I never really appreciated mother nature then, not until the day we buried ya, cuz when they covered ya with dirt, I fell to Mother Earth with pain, written plain as day across my face and after that I visited you practically every day, anyway, I caught myself slippin’, talkin’ to you even though you weren’t livin’.  You gave me signs, no lies, the wind blew and the blunt smoke scattered, and my tears pitter-pattered on your headstone, blown, with blow in the cracks and I finally realized, I finally snapped, you’re not coming back, whereas years ago it should’ve been me, you passing on must have some truth in that.  Lay out the facts. I’d give anything to have your life back.  I’m tryin’ to wake up Joe, tryin’ to make a promise, to grow from the mistakes we mad as young guns and sometimes I give in to temptation, yeah, she’s a wild bitch, but it gets easier to ignore the itch, to reject the teaser, it’s easier to say no today then it was in past years, not gon’ cave.  I know you’re just a prayer away, and I know I’ll see you again someday, at the crossroads, yeah I know it’ll happen when the time is right, and until then, I’ll keep the promise I made to not give up the fight.

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Quickie

Yeah, I can't carry a tune, but I can write one, somethin' so good, it make ya eyes pop, can't stop, I've got, time to burn another one, ain't that somethin' hun? Lotta fun, gotta run, into my own little world, you bring some boys, I'll bring some girls, real talk, I'm the spot, make it hot, think ya better? I think not.  Even when I'm sick, I'm so ill, once again I'm real, haters is fakers, but I'm the maker, my own creator, dictator, Mr. Richter scale says Imma ten, well, guess I win, quick, go buy me a five dolla pen, and some paper, green or white, it don't matter, I'll just keep on climbin' this ladder, to the top, even then I won't stop, caught, I think not, cuz my mind is on rewind and I can't stop time, slow it down, claim my crown, throw up the A and rep my town

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Quick tip...

There's no point in hiding what we, and everyone else, already know. It's discovering who we are that is difficult. Who's to say you're something you're not? Who's to say you can't do something you know you can? You are the master of your own fate, the captain of your own soul... dream on my friends ♥ Kristin

Monday, November 8, 2010

Life Lesson.. Ok.. It's common sense

So I get out of class tonight, skate to my car in the darkness I totally spaced about.  I park in a parking lot off of Yale; $2.50, but I can stay at the library all I want...

ANYWAYS...

I hop off my board and there is this car next to me; someone had left their car keys on the trunk of their car.  So I figured, put them on the windshield wipers.  I loaded up my car, then thought better of it.  I wrote, "You left your keys on the trunk of your car so I hid them in a place where all our money goes.  Sorry for the obvious riddle, but I don't want anyone to still your car.  Call me and ask for Kristin" and I left my number.
About 9:30 tonight, I get this phone call.  It's this lady thanking me for finding her keys.  Apparently, she was all messed up after a dental surgery today and couldn't believe she lost her keys.  She said I was a "blessing, an angel" and that "good karma is coming" my way.

Do to others what you would want done to you.  It's a life lesson.  One perhaps that has change my outlook on life for the better.  It's a form of eutopia, and if we ALL did it, imagine how easy it would be to achieve....