Temptation/If there was a picture/It’d be yours painted next to the definition/I’m a painter/Creating and using my own foundation/I paint pictures for later/For the haters/Because without them who would truly care?/Look/Don’t judge me for what I wear/How I do my hair/You know nothing, get outta here/I’m more of a man/Than some dudes that have a ehmm in their pants/I’m lethal with a pen in hand/Romantic when I’m holdin’ hands/Sometimes I think I can/Than reality sets in/And really all we can ever do is kick it/No kissin’/Not even touchin’/Only lust, no lovin’/Yeah I don’t know what I’m missin’/And leading you on isn’t my intention/Somethin’ so complex it feels like a mission/Submission/WWE/The way you are/It’s somethin’ oh so sweet/tea/It’s killin’ me softly/Kisses on my cheek sendin’ through volts of electricity/Finally/Someone who gets my personality/Who’s not rushin’ me/goin’ with the flow like the Mississippi/Not with overflow/Slow goin’/Paddle boat/Just so you know/I’ve clarified/Invested the time tellin’/I’m not sure what’s on my mind but I’m tryin’/Maybe the effort isn’t as concerted as you’d like it/But I’m tryin’/For once I’m not denyin’/Maybe I’m just buyin’ time/Yeah right/Isn’t that somethin’ we’d all like to try?/ Lies/ They’re easier to tell than the truth/From day one I promised you/Honesty/ And honestly, I’ve been doin’ pretty good/So it seems/ But beauty/ Is in the eye of the beholder and everything/ So I’ll just keep painting/ You just keep standing/ Still/ If you will/ No sudden movements/ You might just send me to the moon/ When you walk into the room/ Who am I kiddin’/ You do/I keep tryin' to resist/ And that’s why you’re temptation
What About Me?
- MissK505
- 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.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Friday, June 24, 2011
6.24.2011
Rolled up a blunt
yeah I know that's a bit blunt
maybe even a bit dunce
but just once
I'd like you all to see
the places that aren't meant to be seen
that inner me
have you questioning my authority
respectfully
I'm not asking you to get on your knees
I'm asking you to pay attention to me
It's easier to have ya eyes instead of ya ears
but when you've been gone 3 years
dodging the leers of the haters is ridiculous
Yeah
it's not exactly my kind of poetry
but I'll take what I can get since it's me
I'm still me
a wise sage indeed
twenty-four, and I'm knockin' on everyone's door
I just need some support
Like I'm in rehab and you're my consultant
It's gorgeous
Like when you throw on a record
A new CD
Pick out every lyric
Imagining the paper scribbled on with a pen
Maybe it's just me
Maybe that's just what I see
Yeah, I feel the beats,
but it's the words that get me.
yeah I know that's a bit blunt
maybe even a bit dunce
but just once
I'd like you all to see
the places that aren't meant to be seen
that inner me
have you questioning my authority
respectfully
I'm not asking you to get on your knees
I'm asking you to pay attention to me
It's easier to have ya eyes instead of ya ears
but when you've been gone 3 years
dodging the leers of the haters is ridiculous
Yeah
it's not exactly my kind of poetry
but I'll take what I can get since it's me
I'm still me
a wise sage indeed
twenty-four, and I'm knockin' on everyone's door
I just need some support
Like I'm in rehab and you're my consultant
It's gorgeous
Like when you throw on a record
A new CD
Pick out every lyric
Imagining the paper scribbled on with a pen
Maybe it's just me
Maybe that's just what I see
Yeah, I feel the beats,
but it's the words that get me.
Thursday, May 12, 2011
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I've kind of been doing this self evaluation thing lately. Some of it's because I've been goin' to church, some of it is the fact that I'm about to be 24 and haven't done ANY of the things I said I was going to.
What happened to me?
I was supposed to write this big time novel.
I was supposed to publish a few poems.
I was supposed to be a teacher.
I was supposed to be stable; a working car, a place to call my own.
Then I think...
High school ended.
I come up with excuses.
Joey died...
Now I think, why did that have to stop me? How it's just an excuse.
Truth be told.. It hurt when he left.
And it still does.
Sure, I'm in college, have my AA, about a year and a half out of my B.A. But at 22/23 I should have been done. I should be in a classroom doing what I feel I'm supposed to do. And what's my excuse?
If anything, I've learned about the "we're not promised tomorrow" because of it. But learning something, and applying something are two different things.
I think it's time.
Time to stop with all the excuses and do everything I aspire to be. I have SO many ambitions!
Time to stop with all the negativity. I LOVE the positive energy I feel when I feel it! There's not so much weight on my shoulders; I can breathe!
It's time to be optimistic. To look at our glasses as MORE than just half full!
We're not given tomorrow.
Let's seize today!
What happened to me?
I was supposed to write this big time novel.
I was supposed to publish a few poems.
I was supposed to be a teacher.
I was supposed to be stable; a working car, a place to call my own.
Then I think...
High school ended.
I come up with excuses.
Joey died...
Now I think, why did that have to stop me? How it's just an excuse.
Truth be told.. It hurt when he left.
And it still does.
Sure, I'm in college, have my AA, about a year and a half out of my B.A. But at 22/23 I should have been done. I should be in a classroom doing what I feel I'm supposed to do. And what's my excuse?
If anything, I've learned about the "we're not promised tomorrow" because of it. But learning something, and applying something are two different things.
I think it's time.
Time to stop with all the excuses and do everything I aspire to be. I have SO many ambitions!
Time to stop with all the negativity. I LOVE the positive energy I feel when I feel it! There's not so much weight on my shoulders; I can breathe!
It's time to be optimistic. To look at our glasses as MORE than just half full!
We're not given tomorrow.
Let's seize today!
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