Everyday you degrade
deride
me because I speak
spit
correct English
should I apologize
sorry nigga
because highschool you
decided not to finish
Everyday I pass this corner
you insult me
jealousy
at least I know which one of
us will make it in this society
You call me a sellout and say
I'm a sugar-fag
just because I carry a briefcase
& my pants don't sag
You've told everyone my veins hold
no black blood
Oreo
should I apologize for not being a thug
sorry nigga
You call me whipped because I spend time
with my lady
one love
should I be like you get a girl pregnant
then ignore the baby
baby-mama-drama
I hope me on your mind raises your self-esteem
punk
I hope your dick gets hard when you see my face on
the cover of magazines
illiterate
She has everything in the world
She has drank gallons and never hurled
He is a super athelete
He is the winner and nobody can compete
They are perfect together
They will be happy forever
She has the most amazing and beautiful looks
She gets perfect grades and never studies the books
He has always been the most polite and congenial
He is a tall handsome and loaded with sex appeal
They are the most gorgeous people on earth
They have both been super popular since birth
I have nothing and i'm not even pretty
I'll grow in to a nasty, bitter old bitty
I have been a loser all my life
I have nothing to show for all my strife
We are "weird" and stupid and have bad moods
We are treated hatred and with bad attitudes
I hate her she is so perfect and cool
My own boyfriend see's her and starts to drool
I can't stand him he's so neat and fun
My girlfriend compared to her is a bad pun
We Are jealous of those two
We are together but want another who would have knew?
She is sympathetic to me
I have no desire to be treated like a flea
He is nice to me but I hate wish I was like Tim
I don't to be treated like that by him
They are too nice and it makes us sick
We know they are just playing a mean trick
The Virgin
Once upon a time, a story teller spoke
of a woman who lived to be free.
With open anxious arms
She reached out with her charms
True love would always fill her needs.
The seasons they remain
And love still works the same
To give respect or steal your charity.
Born of faithful mind she gave her best time
To the man who made her life complete.
He knew he had it all
He knew she'd never fall.
True love would always fill her needs.
This story should be through
Where love does bond the two.
And happy ever after ends the scene.
The years that rolled along saw her satisfy the one
Who stole her youth from the virgin seed.
With innocence and warmth
She burned the passion torch.
True love would always fill her needs.
A home and cedar hedge
To her the reasons edge
On those who tossed thier will to defeat.
Her yeilding love did pour on the one she adored.
A drink to his health was in her speech.
In stride she carried on
And kept her vision strong.
True love would always fill her needs.
The years still season all,
And time does take it's toll.
And the wrinkles of the term show on the cheeks.
In the soft light of the dawn one day she woke alone
Faithful in the bed she'd always keep.
And pinned up on the wall
Was a note to change it all
True love had always filled her needs.
With tears she came undone
Her true love left to run.
Her years of faith were stoned to hollow grief.
The days drug on like weeks and soiled her beliefs
That love so strong would always be complete.
And waitin by the phone
She cried and slept alone
True love had always filled her needs.
Those days that hemmed her in
Reminded her of him
And how her heart was broken by the breech.
That powerful old force a love that runs it's course
Once...There was a race of people, not too unlike ourselves. All of them were alike, except that on their backs, each of them had a beautiful jewel that shined and glimmered. These people though, upon seeing the jewel on another's back, became jealous and full of envy and hate. None of these people though, could see the own wonderful jewel they had themselves, only the one that others had...
The meaning of this story?
Others are always quick to see what qualities you have that they do not, so they compliment you, and envy you...But you are never quick to see your own beauty...So you always wish for what others have that you don't.
The dreamgirl with nice clothes and all
Do you not know who she really is deep down?
I do not understand
what does she have that i cannot?
Is the fault mine that I do not posess the admirable beauty she owns
or that seductive charm?
If only you knew she was nothing but empty inside
I wish you would learn that looks could be deceiving
It only takes one simple glance
Where you turn into a rug
And she steps all over you
You become a ant in open space
For my love is worth more then hers
It would last forever
Yes...
that is
if you weren't so busy admiring her
When I acutally thought about graduation
Was going to be hard
I had to think again
Because now my best friend
Is leaving Wall when she is a Junior
I still have a year and half with her
But that isn't long
I would do anything for her to stay
But she won't
When she leaves Wall
That will probably be the hardest thing
But she doesn't realize
When You leave
You loose friends
Because I know
Because I left and
Then came back
You loose your best friend and your close friends
They will never be your close friends again
Just friends
And your best friend
Is just a friend
She'll move on
Especially with best friends
I'll Probably be either
Her ex-best friend
Or a best in the past
But one thing I will forget
Is when I asked her if she could be my friend
And the great memories
But I think the saddess thing is
She'll move on
Being happy
And forget about me
But I'll dwell on my best friend
Or you can just say friend
2/13/02
You’re always on my mind
You make my thoughts unwind
I haven’t past a test
Or had a night of rest
I close my eyes real tight
And see your face at night
Somehow this feels so right
And I can’t help but stair
At the object of my prayer
I only wish they knew
All I’d do for you
If given the chance
To turn love into romance
Set your picture on the nightstand
And take hold of your hand
But I can see behind your eyes
Your not concealing many lies
But Damn I wish you were
Because the way you look at her
Makes my stomach turn inside
It makes me wanna run and hide
Denying All I feel for you
But you’d know it wasn’t true
I’d die to have you look at me
Like you do her, and see what you see
I’d live to have you touch my face
Wrapped tightly in a warm embrace
Say you love me; you can lie
‘Cause if you don’t I’ll simply cry
And I’m loving you so much more
Than I ever did all those nights before
And I lay in bed
And I see your face
Suddenly it’s gone
Without a Trace
And I know its love
For there is no doubt
I won’t listen or hear what
You think it’s about
And you don’t have to infer
All the things you feel for her
So come on now, let’s Pretend
That I am her,
And you are you,
Come on know, and I’ll Pretend,
What you Pretend,
Is true
A dream is only a dream.
And Love is nothing but love.
You may believe that dreams are pure fantasy,
but they come true often enough.
Sometimes you try so hard you get skeptical,
because of the way things seem.
But that's not the way that you should stay.
You should rest on what you dream.
But the dreams that I've been having lately
make me see how love can come and go.
And I can't understand why it hurts so bad
to see the tracks in the snow.
A woman is only a woman.
Though sometimes they seem like more.
And when I first met you I let my heart
pull me up from the floor.
You know it's hard to find real truthfulness.
You won't find it out in the street.
And when a girl is a friend and also a love
that's the one you should keep.
But the women I've been seeing lately
have left me feeling really low.
And I can't understand why it hurts so bad
to see the tracks in the snow.
And the snow may fall for hours
until none of the tracks even show.
Still I don't understand why it hurts so bad
to see the tracks in the snow.
YOU ALONE KNOW
{Rexarian}
You alone know what in my heart there is :
thoughts of pure joy, dreams of real peace.
Hearts entwined by moments of love;
Meanings so hard to tell, yet we must.
Words which seem our very souls to move;
lives enshrined in loving moments of trust.
Life became instantly lovely; the sun always shone.
It is YOUR voice, YOUR laughter, thoughts of YOUR eyes, alone!
The budding, blooming flower of love
shyly emerging from a heart, towards the sun,
gently, innocently exploring??most afraid to move?
is as completely consumed by a gentle fire as by a raging one;
it can be exterminated by but a single tear-drop of doubt, & yet
it can survive a flood of false tears from anxiety & regret.
{Shakespearean, curtal couplets}
Where does love come from when come it does?
Does it arrive in full-bloom, or does it slowly grow?
We say it buds & grows, but that feeling may just be US;
We simply realize it, a bit at a time: Truth, who can know?
Does such love leave a void in Eternity when coming to us?