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Lyrical EleMEnt

Writing is the best part of me. Next to love. If no one ever understands me or my artwork, they can at least respect the fact that writing has witnessed the better part of me.

I’m still learning to love the parts of me that no one claps for.

Rudy Francisco (via fuckyeahrudyfrancisco)

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I love waking up to you. Probably even more than 7:29 loves to wake up to the Sun’s rising smile. You are my sunrise. You are the good to my morning.

I feel like a part of my soul has loved you since the beginning of everything.
Maybe we’re from the same star.

Emery Allen  (via nectarinejam)

(Source: wethinkwedream, via tombelle)

Nice to meet You

Excuse me,
I don’t mean to catch you off guard But before you get hard and set me up for the “toot it and boot it”
I got this mind and heart in my pocket & I was wondering if you could use it
The characters of my heart don’t come with no limits
But this fleshy vessel that holds my soul
Doesn’t have much left in it
And you might find a much greater reward from what’s in my head
Than what’s in between my legs
To be honest I don’t really have time to lay with you
I have too many dreams to catch to be playing with you
And even the slightest minutes wasted on some crap
Could cause me to lose way more that I can get back
I know it’s not much to offer
But it’s all I own
So if you’re down for the challenge
Feel free to make my heart your home
And if it’s a bit much for you
Feel free to just leave me the hell alone.
It was nice meeting you though.

Most times I’m okay. Most times I’m living like the person that I am today was not influenced by your presence in my life at all. But then there are those times, randomly, and almost too much at once, I am reminded that the very woman that I am today, the way I think and feel about love, was impacted by you. Those days are the hardest for me. Today, is one of those days.


I never knew how I wanted a man to look at me
Until this one looked at me
His eyes were dark as the coffee before the cream
He was dreamy
He stared through me like he was trying to find the barcode to my soul
He made pleasing me his goal
With just the curve of his lips
He had a smile that sucked the life out of me
I was rendered speechless every moment I glanced at him
His voice caused everything in me to melt
I was thoroughly embarrassed by these feelings that I felt
I just couldn’t believe I was so mesmerized by another human being
He was the very definition of enticement
He used his words in such a way that running game was an understatement
Had me feeling like I was getting finessed
But happy to be blessed by his skills nonetheless
I’m mad at how I consider giving him the best of me
The first, last, and the rest of me
I feel like he is testing me
Because I can’t believe us meeting was a part of my destiny
Baby you fine as hell
And I’m lucky to have experienced you
Be my drug, even if only for a minute
Baby, let me be addicted to you.


And I loved him something tough. Like love was going out of style.
And the way he loved me back
I thought this love was going to stay for a while
I wanted him to write me love poems with his pain
And let me dance to his love songs on the tips of his eyelids
I wanted him to finger paint his emotions on my canvass
I just wanted him.
I wanted his words on a bare sheet of paper
To hold close to my heart
I wanted his thoughts to resound in the way I moved
I wanted to be his favorite thought of the day
I know he was mine.
But like the match to my favorite pair of socks
He was gone
Gone like he was never here
It was like my memories of him were merely a fantasy
He left, and with him he took the better part of me
But I don’t want it back if I can’t have him with it.

If I had a Mixtape

I don’t want to dream any more

Because things aren’t what they seem any more

I keep feigning for these “things” more

Money, clothes, and hoes kind of “things” more

You know other people dreams kind of “more”

I don’t dream right any more

Got me out here wondering what I am dreaming for

Because everybody wants things fast

And the cash does not come as fast as I dream for it

Truth is I lose more of it the more I long for it

And I’m just over it

My dreaming got me kind of lazy

Because actually working to get where I want to be seems all too crazy

Everybody else’s money flow and dreams got my dreams looking a little hazy

Social networks, this uneducated generation, and society all got me feeling like I’m not where I’m supposed to be

But I can’t figure out where else I’m supposed to be

I promise I don’t want to be anyone but me

But sometimes it does feel unfortunate to be me

Because I’m not financially fortunate enough to do these fancy things 

That I keep hearing about in some of these people’s realities

And what a calamity it is to have rich dreams but poor thoughts

I just thought I’d be living differently by now

I just want to chase my dreams and feel like it’s okay to do so

But unfortunately dreaming just ain’t the same any more

And I’m just wondering what the hell am I dreaming for.

I can’t tell you how hurt I am that you were able to walk through that door and obliterate everything I built when you left. You came in and kissed my scars that were once wounds and instantly they retracted to the bloody things they were. As if my soul being thumb tacked to yours until the end of eternity wasn’t enough, you thought it would be amazing to staple the evidence of your new marriage to my heart as well. I learned how to live with the fact that I would never get to marry my soulmate. I understood that you made the best decision you knew how to make, and I was not angry at you for it. I understood that you were now far from reach, and that I was okay with. However I was not okay with you tearing down my wall of comfort that I had up. I was not okay with you making love to my heart with your voice like you did so many times before when you were mine. I could not regain my composure after you left every piece of my heart lying scattered across my bed and apartment. I was left with the responsibility of explaining to my heart why she couldn’t have you everyday until the end of forever.

 I am furious that you stole all I had left to give someone else.

Absolutely furious.

She never wanted to reach this place. A place where all she wanted of love was to just be friends.

My thoughts…

Your scent is like a drug to me. You’re like my own personal brand of heroin.

Twilight Quotes

When you meet a boy
With wounds deeper than yours
Do not enter his bloodstream
Hoping to save him,
Because, love, you will fail-
People can’t be saved,
They’re not things to be repaired.

The most you can do
Is heal your own wounds,
And be there
When he saves himself.

M.V., He needs you, not a superhero (via aestheticintrovert)


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Sometimes I need
To be held
To be cuddled
To be spooned
To be wanted
To feel like I’m needed for just a second
Even if it’s just pretend
Sometimes I want to be needed
Sometimes I need it to be more than just sex.


What’s the difference?” I asked him. “Between the love of your life, and your soulmate?”

“One is a choice, and one is not.

Tarryn Fisher, Mud Vein (via daianayumi)

(Source: quotes-shape-us, via lcogitoergosuml)

So I have a new short-term dream (or long-term depending on how you look at it). Let’s just say I paid $33,000 a year to go to school at Clark Atlanta University (which I’m sure I did). That’s $132,000 for a 4-year education. I have been out of school for 1 year and I have yet to make 1/4th of that. My goal is to save $132,000 in 4 years. That’s a big goal, one of which I could probably say that I almost don’t think I’ll make be able to make that goal come true. However will I make that happen? What is the $132,000 for anyways? Your guess is as good as mine. *Runs to God to discuss why this new dream was placed in my heart* Stay tuned…