August 2011
1 post
Cycle: Reality.
In perspective, it’s all relative. The endless cycle of this, school, work, me, you, and that almost seems repetitive, predictive, and known but in retrospect, it’s all relative. The wake up, wash, rinse, work, and the recycle is all but exhilarating, nothing short of safe. Simply, I’m circling with life looking to fall out of line, but constantly watching my steps in...
April 2011
2 posts
Happiness.
And yet the feared is inevitability present and never two steps from now. We pray that joy lingers for always but we need to learn that happiness is not without work. Not without effort. Not without care. This assumed theory that good is accompanied by forever and that smiles bring happiness is so far from the truth. Solo happiness is completely pointless when unpaired for duality is what really...
Watchwelcome to my life.
March 2011
2 posts
Swag.
Swag is nothing but overrated over-confidence. While you strut down pavement floating on your limited editions, rockin your lid to a 45, and flexing those unnatural muscles in your face to cover up lingering soft insecurities, know that you are no different than we; we the real people with real faces and real direction. We’re moving forward as you stay swaggin in place.
Solid.
Harmonizing beats of solitude lay waste to present feel as I bask in this here beautiful deal. All real we knowingly feel, the solidified sense of hopeful forever contained here; beating, breathing a sigh of relief as it acts as thief to hopeful surreal. As reality sets in, so does motion and, here we continue hand in hand, always solid and still, in a world of commotion.
February 2011
3 posts
January 2011
1 post
December 2010
1 post
Hi-Def.
Stitched in time we stay moving under these falling brights. In that nights height, we were higher to the lights we aspired on sight. And, spaciously speaking, aspirations were granted, and I overwhelmingly fell to the infinite feels that were implanted. And I’m just sayin, I’m surrounded by artificial and you’re the closest thing to real I’ve seen; Searching for...
November 2010
6 posts
Chasing Pavements.
Rise; Rinse; Rest; Repeat.
I’m suffocating under this circular mindset of every day actions, recycled thoughts, repeated conversations, systematic stimulations. Life is blurring not because of time, but because of repetition. I’m becoming engulfed in flat social remedies, turning three-sixty from mental invigoration, shrinking its capacity to the superficial; shutting the depths of...
Watch
Watch
October 2010
5 posts
Different?
We’re traveling down these hallways, conscious of what others have to say; play this act, trying to display self as fact; when all we really want is acceptance. Yet, what is acceptance when through their eyes they’re blind to accepting? Self identity is built upon societal identity; slashing individuality, promoting normality. And originality is compared to standards of difference,...
Repeat Beats.
Lost in a periodic frame of time, genuinely content, stunned. Two, yet in this time, one; feeding off separate vibes that seem to move in unison. Mentally fulfilling; physically revealing. Zoned. Beats. Contact. Momentarily, the world is this and any surroundings become obsolete. This moment; timeless. This time; still.
Repeat.
Daisy.
In the most important ways, she compliments my ambitions; setting my mental renditions and definitions of desirable emotions into actual physical motions. Time seemingly ceases as faith screamingly increases, pushing my mind to accept the actuality of such a surreal reality. In this position I, revise my habits, reconstruct my thoughts, and situate time so that it fits ours. Here I am, an element...
September 2010
2 posts
Conversation.
“we travel down hallways of uncertainty yet certainly, learning to undress each others visage by unveiling our eyes, bearing them on each other all while sharing one another under the covers, of conversation. “
- Knowledge.
August 2010
8 posts
Listen up,
this is the real deal / and I can’t conceal the real feels that reveal this surreal / acceleration of situational deviation of late nights till / sunset talk until the sunrise fills this entire sky’s morning chill. / I feel, here, in your presence, lone despairs disappear. / And though I always say time can only tell, I know I quickly fell / in this position to make time rather than...
BV.
thinkin on a deeper level, an octave higher bass up with no treble/ lookin into what might seem like a possibility, cautious of the viability of the fragility of this compatibility that is you&me,/ wondering if next is a road of probability you see, girl I feel you but for now I’ll keep it on the low key/ things so important shouldn’t be put on blast; too fast and we’d...
Gravity.
I can always appreciate the sane visits of family. You seriously have no understanding of the dope connection that we have. Their love runs thick through my veins, consistent within every fiber of my being, this, indescribable lifeline of trust is downright insane! And with one simple email, I can pull together three branches of my family to one city, breaking in my new dwelling with the blessings...
& With These Words.
Words. Are. Extraordinary. and in it’s simplest element, they are nothing more than simple utterances./ They’re sounds for auditory senses, capable to change tenses, easily constructing sentences into strings of lingual offenses, defenses, and suspenses. / We have all the words at our expense yet we find ourselves deep in immense complications searching for translations of our...
Tyga x Hey There Delilah
Dope. Hella forgot about...
Mike Posner x Boyz II Men.
It ain’t all...
FCK GOSSIP
On some real shit, the overrated self-inflicted drama that you created is unrelated to the stated, and you’re seriously troubling yourself as you inflate it. Matter of fact, all this chatter you scatter doesn’t fuckin’ matter, I mean shit, will your world shatter if you don’t dish out this gossip subject matter? I’m surrounded by, idiotic, ego-centric kids who have...
Reflection Eternal - Nujabes
I’m sitting here listening to one of my favorite Nujabes track while in voluntary solitary confinement, reflecting on the redefining of my character. I look back to my past at the things I’ve written, the things I’ve created, the relations I’ve started, ended, destroyed, or altered and I can’t help but realize that so much has changed. In the slightest span of time, I...
July 2010
19 posts
Wale - Ambitious Girl...
To Live.
You know,
I really want one of those love sick relationships, where my heart is the epitome of overwhelming emotion. The kind of love that brings me to near madness at the thought of it, near savage desire to rip my heart out because the emotion is too intense. The intense reminder that finally, finally my heart has taken over my mind and that choice is no longer an option. I want to fall...
“If you fail to plan, you’ve planned to fail.”
– Rev
So I Was Driving, and
I took a hit to blast back to my past where time has ran too fast, I find myself in the same situation I last cast myself at, and it’s insane that I’m here a recast, situated again in the same shit I said woulda been my first and last.
But I, can’t say I blame fate or the overrate of how my relationships shaped, or you, and you, and her, and him for screwing over the you and me,...
Such an old track, yet its ability to provide...
To nobody in particular,
but baby, I can see you and me reaching for the sky, fly, high, hand in hand in the dark sky , where, love has no disguise. Conceptual, intellectual, sensual, and reflectional; we, as one, will see “us” as actual and factual. You’re reactional, thinking there are more fish in the sea, and yes, I can see this need to search and stay free but, might I ask you what’s more...
These visions I create in my head are not real to me, bruised and two toned, my mind can’t stop but wander free. Picturing two happy in a captured moment bound by frame, slips away as I realize truth and dream are not one in the same.