a minute.

hold on, i don’t want to miss a minute.  

the smell of you. the feel of your embrace. the life in your eyes. the look of love on your face  

the time that you’ve given me is the only heaven i know; here, in this space.  

hold on, i don’t want to miss a minute.  

the sand, it slips through the hour glass at the blink of an eye and before we know it, all that will be left will be our remains. 

tell you, i never want to look back. 

i never want the love to turn to hate.  

cause love. love can hurt sometimes.  

hold on, i don’t want to miss a minute.  

i want to remember you. the smell of you. the feel of your embrace. the life in your eyes. the look of love on your face... as you smell, as you feel, as you look today.... the love before the hate. 

same

same words, different melody.

you say that all my rhymes sound the same.

that’s cause they all come from the same place.

a hurt place.

a dark place.

& that’s coming from an honest place.

always, all ways.

Writer's Block.

where did i leave off?   

pardon all the writings on the walls, 

ive been trynna sort through the thoughts in my mind.  

the voices in my head. 

i pictured things going different.  

i pictures this going different.

instead i found myself at a loss of words. imprisoned by my own emotions.

creativity comes at a cost…. and i’ve paid the price. i’ve paid the price.

devils advocate

please, talk to me.

tell me all the things i hate to hear but need to.

cause i rather hear them from you. i need to hear them from you.

nothing but the truth, but the truth cuts and that wound stings.

i don’t want to write these words anymore.

i don’t want to write these words about you anymore.

look what they cost me.

look what they’ve done to me.

everything i ever wanted came true when i no longer was. when i no longer was.

you’ve heard these words before.

i’ve felt that hurt before.

i don’t want to hurt no more.

i don’t want to write no more.

cause it’s me vs me and this time you can’t intervene.

this time you can’t intervene.

i wish you’d intervene.

influentials/

pardon me: 

for my lack of influences, 

for being under the influence.   

said you’re over over when you called. 

put you over over when you call.  

never under under when you come. 

brought it back so we could move forward.  

out the box, but we go in circles.  

feel for you, the antonym of love. 

but love and hate are synonymous.  

 love and hate are so synonymous.

flip the page and i write on.