Ms.NewBooty

Ms.Fat Booty

•Pause for second and disregard all notions./

This story takes place in a wave of emotions./

•see the star of the cast got it bad for this gorgeous./

Pretty young thang with an ass that's enormous./

•But the thang for his flang is to blame for his conscious./

Ms.Thang got a man so the brain sesed motion./

•though the sense in this pic should make sense that is common./

And the common move for the two should be to keep walking./

•but he's flirting and she loving the attention./

•and dude rather move despite clues and options./

Tifi belle to the shoes and his heart is so selfish. Besides, I her smile is warm enough to melt glaciers./

•neither thinking bout the results of their actions./

They continue on a path of destruction./

•or is it love? Or is it a test of wills that'll force them to fight for it./

Who will ever know?/

•conversations grow.emotions soon follow. Visits become frequent,then everyday./

Sex becomes amazing.protection is nonexistent. We sharing our DNA.

•Wishes become reality.fallacies compiled of wet dreams./

Piracy of that which is said to be forbidden guided by the lust./

•or is it love? Or a test of wills forcing me to fight for this situation's beauty?/

Or,is it lust that got me living the feel if Ms.NewBooty?/

I love you like I love HipHop

Dear (__________)

     I sit here amongst metronomes, high hats,808's and half written verses. Jumbled up thoughts that seem to take shape by the time they leave my head and hit the paper. A lot like I feel when I'm with you. This scenario is truly this midnight marauder's electric relaxation. Our first kiss rocked the inner me with the same intensity as only built for Cuban links. I think it's Triumph though it seems Dark and Hell is hot. Each touch from your tips soothes every inch of me like that coolie high cd.  Every conversation stimulates me as if It Was Written. Doggy Style is cool,but sex is a topic placed on ice.for now any way no matter if we Ready or Not. I want us to connect based on Groove Theory. I want us to travel this digable planet as I continue to introduce you to Mr.Intentional. See when I'm with you Nothing Really Matters. These Street Dreams aren't dreams at all when I'm not beside you. See,I guess what I'm trying to say is that I want to love you. Or maybe I already do. Now if you think about it, I guess I love you like I love HIPHOP

Love Jones

•girl, I will lick and suck every inch of your vaginal walls until your stomach caved in. Liposuction./

•I will write and rewrite and write again, this night across every inch of your skin, with my tongue. Penmanship/

•I will, place my lips against those lips which look as if they were traced by Rembrandt's felt tip, pen. Selflessness./

•run my finger tips up and down the canvas described as your body hardly missing,partially kissing until those tingles reach your heart. Determination./

•as the whispers of angels that make up that sound leaving your mouth take the form of moans. Great listener/

•longing to swim amongst you inner thoughts,lost amongst those inner thought as they grip and pulsate  as I,slowly, enter your thoughts./

•damn! You are a silhouette in flesh./art at its best and if I were to bet,everyone before me that you have met was not a fan of art./

•by far, who I are, is not important,but they call me a brother of the night./

And if you seen love jones baby, you know what follows right?.

Mr. Intentional

•She said that I'm unintentionally a bad person./

Like she believes I mean well,but my actions are hurtful./

•she said she's tired of being fucked over./

Like how could you show up like this as if,you take for granted this moment./

•she says I've inspired her./

Like my work ethic is the ethics which drives her./

•she said I'm a true friend./

Like the advice guru in which she goes to when possible seems to be anything but./

•she says I'm ungreatful./

Like how can you not give me a shot when I've stood by you at your worst./

•she says I'm selfish./

Like despite all my work and the presentation of my willingness to work all you see is you./

•she says she admires my passion./

Like how can a person with so little be so driven to do some much for someone they rarely even know./

•she said she loves how I kiss her./

Like I am her real life Christian grey in a situation mascarded by grey areas./

•So what now?/

What to make of this love able tragedy?/

• possibly, nothing at all. Signed yours truly, Mr.Intentional..

Rebel Without a Cause (James Dean)

•her final words were,"the person you are now,is who I needed back then."/

•now this can go either way depending in your perception of things./ see back then, I was In search of answers./

•looking within, that crumbled shell of person./ see honestly I lacked purpose./

•I felt alive for the soul purpose of nothing./ I existed simply as a biproduct of hurt and disappointment./

•the person I am today stands here in enjoyment like, damnit I made it./ swam amongst those tears as great whites dressed as fears nibbled at my heels./

•see my achilie's heel is my heart's ability to feel and I don't regret that./ just like I don't regret meeting you./

•see life has a cruel way of getting you to become a better you./ trials and tribulations are simply nothing more than tributes now a days./

•distant memories along the road in which they paved while in pursuit,/ of a happier place.a place the old you was never accustomed to./

•so I can choose that view as you simply saying my growth was all for not./ I can view it as you saying nice try,but your attempts were all for not./

•or I can view it as life saying thank you for taking a shot./ we applaud you./ 

•simply because,if I were me now,back then, then this new you would simply be the person you still aspired to be one day./

And these are my truths./

Tragically Amazing

No stories are told simply because my pen is shaped differently./see inadvertently my pain tends to travel awkwardly./

•I write as if my words are a crutch used to support pain./

I write as if these verbs shall be the only thing that remains./

•see when I'm dead and gone, the only thing this land will have to lean on are these words./

•everything from music to relationships./ everything from heartbreaks to heart ships. These words will remain as if, they were pieced together from the same wood as Noah's arch./

•see this letter is a tad bit different from the ones I'm accustomed to sending./ this one will not ask for forgiveness./ this one will not dwell on remembrance./ this one is adjacent to what strength is./

•you can not learn to love if you have never been in love./you can not remember how to find love if you have never lost it./

• see the pieces of life's puzzle may appear awkward to some./ it may some how become  hard for some,but trust me, it's all worth it./

•I will no longer apologize for the hurt that I have caused because odds are I've done that./

•I have embraced all that I are and therefor and thus far,by god I am totally fine with that./

•life is simply about building blocks and taking them down./ trial and error. You live and you learn etc etc./

•life is about acceptance and moving forward./ life is about taking risks and paying for them./

•life is about strength./so if you have the pleasure of meeting me./ the pain of being hurt by me and still manage to smile when discussing your trials while dealing with me,/

•I'm content because in part I'm the reason for your strength./there for you can never regret meeting me.

Hi, I'm heartbreak. Nice to meet you!

MASCARADE

•A  penny for your thoughts. A nickel for a kiss. A dime if you tell me that you love me./

•Here's a ring if you tell me that you love me. My last name and an appropriate change,if you tell me that you love me./

•But where's the guarantee in this?/ there's no instruction manual or a leap free of risk for those who happen to fall deep in it./

•fuck it, guess I'll aim for the bushes./ I'll aim hoping I'm on target despite it being far fetched I go for it./

•loving the feeling that I get from these feelings caught open handedly like a receiver wide open./

•hopeless, romantic hoping this opens this side of Pandora's box that we all long for./

•but if not, Oh lord,father forgive me for I am about to curse this motherfucker out four ways from Sunday for the time spent./

•see there's where the questions come like, what if she stops returning my calls?/ what if she happens to become interested in another and for that other is who she wishes to fall,/

•what if I stop making her feel that way that she felt when we think back to that day that we first met and seeks that at best in another?/

•Then she becomes that heartless motherfucker simply because it's a lot easier to point the finger./

•but I'm like, lookah here nigga./ what if she stopped returning those calls because she grew tired of being the one to call first?/ what if she decided to seek that attention you willingly gave another./

•what if those things you did to finally get her are the things you didn't do to

keep her because you grew comfortable./

•bruuuuuhhhhh?! Who's fucking side are you on here anyway?/ that's me in conversation with my mindstate./