Expressing myself.. |
I never called myself a poet, or a lyricist, I always wrote what i feel....never false, but liar i've been called, pain is daily it never ceases...pieces to puzzle i've found, but the picture will nev...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Mar 2009 17:30:00 GMT |
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Posted by on Wed, 07 Nov 2007 16:08:00 GMT |
Do I... |
Do i really know what i'm gettin' myself into...
when i look at the people around, and i realize i don't see the ones who i thought i would see...
Do i really know what i'm gettin' myself into....
It'...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Sep 2007 21:35:00 GMT |
Reborn |
You can look in my eyes and see a story, so many disappointments, so much doubt/
Like quicksand if i depend on man i fall, but I keep my eyes to the hills from with comes my help/
It comes from the Lo...
Posted by on Sat, 19 May 2007 01:29:00 GMT |
New poem...randomness |
IS a friend a really, it's meaning or am i misreading the definition??/
could it stand for fake ridicolously ignorant excitely noticing ya downfall/
Sometimes i'm apalled, at the reaction of y'all, as...
Posted by on Mon, 14 May 2007 19:17:00 GMT |
New Beats...... |
check out my new beats...beat 19 and beat 20...eassyyyyyyyyy
~1~
Posted by on Tue, 06 Feb 2007 21:16:00 GMT |
Juss Lissen |
We are like two pieces of a puzzle, without each other, our purpose isn't complete...In life it's so unique, that you can feel a connection with someone as soon as you meet...Hopefully, you feel the s...
Posted by on Fri, 27 Oct 2006 21:16:00 GMT |
Joy and Pain |
I never thought the happiest day in my life would b the day i saw my daughter/
But on the same token, i'm hurtin' because the child that was supposed to b my first born was prematurely taken away/
Yea...
Posted by on Thu, 21 Sep 2006 21:12:00 GMT |
New Poem... |
Let it go
I try to tell myself that i'm over you/
But my soul replays times i spent with you/
People say that a man, shouldn't cry, and hurt,
but....tears drench my face, when i come out of a tr...
Posted by on Fri, 25 Aug 2006 19:16:00 GMT |
Outside looking In |
Every man she knew hurt her/
Every chance she got to get better the situation got worse/
Same siuations, different people, so she found love in sex/
Felt some type love some how, when men lusted ...
Posted by on Wed, 16 Aug 2006 12:57:00 GMT |
