WordPlayIsLit

Twenty Something, Long years lived, I never dreamed of this day, I mean to be fair it's not that big, Of an event, I wish I could re-write my wrongs, Those made oh so long ago, Yet the emotions poured out with every poem or I song, I wrote, Was never to good at face to face confrontations, I always had an escape route planned. When I couldn't handle the situation at hand, This isn't a release of old demons, Or a return to my emotional days, This is just a realization of twenty something, Not knowing what else to say, When he puts words to a page, Is he trying to escape the rage, Or lack there of, For he places a smile on his face, No trace of

"I fell in love for the first time five years ago. Let me rephrase that, I fell in love for the first and second time five years ago." Soft, warm, slides easily between your fingers. This was the first time I had touched sand. Melanated my skin maybe, but I was never one for sun and fun. Yep that's me a rhyming dork. To avoid any hints as to who I'm referring to all parties in this story shall be known as 'Him', 'Her', and of course 'The Beach'. Can't go giving away my secret paradise now can I? Anyway, I was visiting my parents in their new place somewhere tropical but still in the States if you get me. They had me set up in their guest r

My dreams are forever filled with impurities, Yet night after night with you is sweet serenity, I'm not one to hold in my happiness, For life should be enjoyed, Those little victories, Your smallest triumphs, Should never be ignored, You are a spirit swirling in a vast sea of others, Yet beneath their song of endless sorrow, You rise above, Hurting with wounds suffered in the web of countless struggles, Yet you smile at me, Maybe I made you smile, But you smile at me all the same, And I love you.

Who Am I? Young, Black American Male, Who Am I? Son of a mother and father, Who Am I? Grandson to my Grandmother, Who Am I? Great Grandson to those who I never knew, And before that? I don't know.. And before that? I don't know! Who am I? Where did my people come from? Who were my ancestors? How did they celebrate who they were? And how will I celebrate who I am?

I am a being of disconnect, Meaning I don't reach out to others, When they hear from me it's in short bursts, Gone and fizzled out in an instant, Back to silence, Where I feel calm and yet annoyed, No one to laugh at my jokes, No one to know who I truly am, But when I did connect, Over the internet and I could manipulate, The information I tended to infatuate myself, With how much I could put out, You'll know this, But you won't know that, It was all sad really, Some of my happiest moments, Were playing with another person's head, The joy I got should really feel me with a particularly nasty dread, But it doesn't, I mean I regret those times,

The girl was lost, Wandering in these corridors, Halls she's never been in before, Gently was her walk, Lips sealed afraid to talk, Even if she were to speak her voice would have been meek, Her skin similar to cinnamon, Brown sugar flow, Caramel rhythm, Her hair was a mess of curls and yet perfect all the same, Was her mane, She pushed the glasses upon her nose towards her eyes, Which seemed to glow with fascination about this home, Which didn't belong to her at all, But the books that lined these walls, Stretched far and wide throughout the halls, Called out to her, This girl was lost, But I would help her, Find what she was looking for, Eve

These written rhymes are my heart and soul, Destination set, Time to reach my goal, To be on top and never sell out, Unless the ones I care for are taken care of, My heart will beat, These words I speak, The fame I seek, I'll reach that peak, My body won't give out, Till I have fans screaming out, A phrase of mine, A rhyme or two, Somebody asking me for my signature here, Or asking photo there, Something that I can say my hard work paid off for, Don't need a mansion or a yacht, That's not what I strive for, What it is that I fight for, I fight to eat, Sleep, Live and breathe comfortably, Along with those I call my friends and family, So unti

My futureless thoughts are escaping out, I wish I could share them, What they're about, But they just dissolve upon thinking, I can't even remember the reason why my heart is sinking, With every word that reminds of you, Love, Trust, Bitch, Fuck You, Hatred, Compassion, I miss you, Lonely, And Horny, I wish I could kiss you, Stop no further, This journey where the end is self murder, Suicide is my current ride, Her blood stained seats are my only pride, Until I realize, I should really hide, These scars, These wounds, Cause they're all in my mind.