random .

based off of lies and lust
relationship quickly turned to dust
find myself constantly attempting to grab the broom again
maybe i missed a spot, is it possible for all of our love to fit in a shitty dustpan?

wale - the ambitious girl

self-explanatory . i think i've listened to it about 500 times today.

insomniatic dreams

what does one suffering from insomnia dream of
do they even bother saying goodnight or i love you
they are in what's see worst dream of them all, the ones you cant pinch to escape
lay awake til the wee hours, watching the sunshine through the darkest of drapes
one's dreams have been equated with those deepest goals and fantasies
were stripped of that definition, to still lie awake - are they ever pleased?
not knowing what dreams are made of, the places you can go
when asked what one wants to be:
[ shrugs ] hell if i know
toss and turn every night, haven't had a good night's rest
i dont mind just sitting up, nights without tears are the best
thoughts racing kilometers per second, while others dream in a land far away
fcuk a night terror, im being chased by be demons all day
sun welcomes them with warm arms, our encounters become cold at the moon
look at the clock, it will all be over soon
alarm sounds, wakes me from not a slumber, more a catnap
only to find myself in another emotional mishap
pinching my arms, hoping this just a dream with a dream
mom always said things aren't what they seem
could be my imagination, im lacking that creative side
shoulda have been drooling the sheets, instead they are a place i cried
alarm sounds, why do the best dreams seem to be the shortest ones
gotta try to start off where i left off, cant wait til when nightfall comes
only to find myself suffering from insomnia once more
i'm stuck in a nightmare when im awake, what i need to dream for ?

tardy.

i think the only times i was on time were when things were going awry
i ws on time for every argumen, every fight - always knew how to make you cry
but i was always too late whe it came to the right things to do
didn't kiss you at the right moments to dry your eyes, even went to sleep without an "i love you"
let you suffer as a result of my seemingly intentional tardiness
me being so late has led to both of our's loneliness
because once i finally started to loveyou, ready for us - we were nowhere in sight
i had already forfeited and thrown in the towel, a boxer refusing to fight
now im out here on time for every bitch in the party
dressed to impress; why when it came to us did i have to be so tardy
should have set my alarm for the time to be better man for our sake
instead i pressed snooze, how many apologies could i really expect you to take?
now im sitting in this room, heart beating louder than that alarm
i set a new one, ready for the time that i cause you no harm
ill be on time for this one, even ironed my attire
sirens blasting, ill be there before you can even sense a fire
to patch every wound i made, take back every wrong i did, words i screamed
even if its not in real life anymore, i wanna again be the man of your dreams

ode to the notebook

So the pen is mightier than the sword my Lord
Hov said , those lines hit me hard, sung the sweetest chord
Describing my love affair with a composition books, well actually books
I could write for hours despite my peers dirty looks
What good is that ? Who writes for fun anymore they would giggle and say
I'd just jot another poem or story, these personal works of art would free me one day
Of the invisible but destructive barricades and far-fetched hopes of a child confused
I cried in my notebook with tears of blue and black ink, I don't know who said band-aids heal the bruised
I'm writing so I'm living, that's why its permanent on my right arm
Same arm that reads strength holds my ink-filled sword, protects me from all harm
Every so often I open up one of the journals and let its words teleport me to the past
The passages hold so many stories, life-changing moments, emotions together like a makeshift cast
But instead of everyone signing it with corny jokes and a get well soon
I'm the only author, writing myself messages to get well soon
Some nights I gave up though, threw entries in the garbage - screaming fcuk em
Just to wake up rummaging through the trash, screaming I need em
I've come to realize this isn't a hobby or antidrug
Its how I connect with others, how I heal, no point in sweeping life under a rug
I let the pen take control, writing whatever is on or comes to mind
The day they bury, it aint gon be money that they find
A composition book - probably a damn collection
And the reader will be able to tell you all about me - the good, bad, and the ugly
For these books hold my life's reflection

she's here .

beautiful beyond measure, gentle, real - but these qualities are only in fantasies
aint seen all three of those things in a person, only in my stories
thought to myself, women like that don't exist, that's why they call this fiction
but i had to write of real love and happily ever after, like some sort of addiction
hoping that one day i would find my novel's leading lady, be it sooner than later
a happy ending is always great in literature - but in real life? got to be greater
i always describe her the same, beautiful features, a mind mature beyond its years
i would write her into my life, her purpose to dry the most silent of tears
now im realizing that maybe she isn't just a fictional character, she could be real
i pinch myself, hoping your presence isn't a mirage, give me another feel
kiss me once more, hug me tighter, rub your body against mine until we're both numb
i used to hide behind those pages of finding such a woman, now to them i shall succumb
for my perfect woman has lifted from off of those lined sheets and presented herself to me
the next story i tell, i dont need a pen or a pad - it shall be the story of us, her and me: reality.

Wale - "Diary"

spoken word - the sweetest thing i've ever heard. lets talk about the main character / Wale's crush; she isn't the stereotype, but she is definitely a beautiful woman. the emotions these two share with one another are told by the song's lyrics - really listen to this joint without watchin the video. the last verse, make it your favorite.

See all I ever want to do is be relevant,
Just tell me that I ever meant,
Anything or that you could ever see me and you in another light,
But it's like the dark winter-endures the darkest nights,
By the wrong men,
Mostly all of them,
Have made you somewhat incapable,
Of a first impression,
What I do is channel my aggression,
With no cable,
Or antenna just intentions
To impress you,
If capable,
Hoping that the material possessions can materialize a better you,
Cars-nothing I drive
Can drive better this frame of mind
With such an ugly picture in the end,
Money-Nothing I buy
Can buy me more time
For your ears to say to your heart to listen
Diamonds-A girls best friend,
Is what they say,
But believe me with the right allegiance shorty you gonna shine anyways,
And every day that goes by is a couple more lines in her diary,
The day before is better than the present,
So anyone presented in her presence,
Endures her life-sentences-
No key for release no reason to be around,
Her mind's in the clouds,
She writes it all down,
In her diary...