John, 26 june 2012
Baby let me love you until the sun comes up
baby let me love you
until the world stops going round and round
I’ll love you so good
you’ll never think a grown ass man can love you like I do
because I will
rip you
dip you
make a Sunday up out of you
and please believe
I’ll lick all of my desert up off you
I can make you feel like a queen in bed
but wait until I show how I can make you feel like
“dam this kids a grown ass man.”
He’s tall and sexy
shit makes your mama wishes she wasn’t 60
God gave me a powerful gift
because now I can learn from my mistakes
Up grade my knowledge on
how women thinks
but the way you got me looking at u
all my love is only going to be given to
YOU BOO
John, 26 june 2012
No more Crying
No more Fighting
No more Criticizing
Because I'm gonna change
I was a young boy that no one cared for I cried almost every day
I prayed that god would take me away from this dangerous place
A place that you are not granted to see the next day
I fight each and every day to keep my name alive
So many people try to end my life but mostly by word
So now I speak to the sky because god is the only one that
Knows why I cry
Why I fight
Why I get criticized about my life
But god changed me
He made me see and realize I will become someone one great
Someone who can help this unstable place
For instance you have black people not realizing they have joined the kkk
Killing off your own people
That's why our world rank is getting lower ever day
An another thing why did we even let bush run for president
he can't even speak perfect English
Lucky he has his people write this speeches
The only thing bush can do is write new slogans
To put more people in Iran
Hes a scam artist
But I say today its not over until it is over
Until they put my body six feet under
And on my tombstone says, 'John was a true soldier'
Its not over until the entire hurricane Katrina victims are fully help
Its a shame how they fixed the rich half of the land
And left the poor half with out giving them a hand
It not over until it is over
Not until I feel comfortable
That the next generation has changed
The definition of what some of us think about the flag that
Represents our nation
Red for the under cover cold-hearted murderers
Blue for the feeling of ashamed
Because we didn't pick the right person to speak for us
White for empty minded soul the ones who think they have nothing good to look for
But I say this right now
This very day
its not over until it is over
Until my heart stops beating not until my pen stops bleeding
It not over until your hearts stops beating its over not until your pen stops bleeding
For poetry is my last stand
until God says its over
I Will fight until the last man
Until Every country pulls together and calls it even
until we abolish the hatred and the thought of demolishing our fellow men and women
it not over until the world creaks open its shell and shows are true selfs
Beautiful
John, 26 june 2012
I was heated that day
There was so much anger and pain builded up in side me
Then god appeared in my mind
With a fiery voice I said
Why
Why did you let that 4-year-old girl die?
Ran up on him and hit him in the eye
But a tear fell out of my eye
And gods face didn’t even break
And I use 90 of my strength
God said because she took her own life
She thought no one cared
What she went through in life
God bitch slapped me in the eye
That’s for letting your friend commit reap
Now my face began to turn purple
And I felt like the people that were already struggling when bush
Got put into the white house
Mad then a motherfucka
Then I reacted and hit him in the chest
That’s for not helping my friend out of that thousand-dollar debt
God blocked it and started to hit me with lefts and rights
Because he’s the one who wanted to sell weed to my young people and that
Stuff killed a 12-year-old dream
He was hitting me
I was doing some Ail rope adop shit
But god was throwing those George Foreman power hits
Almost hit me in the throat
So I had to do what I had to do
Hit god in the family jewels
God push me back lift up his rob
He had a protection cup
Protecting his stuff
I got so heated I ran up and started to hit him with hay makers
In his face with a 100 of my body weight
But my face began to break I stopped and said
God why ant you showing any pain I hit you with everything
He pulled out a mirror and said idiot cant you see
You’re a reflection of me
Shirley Smothers, 26 june 2012
A gostly image of a soldier
stood in the background,
as a mother with a babe in her
arms stood by a grave site.
She lowly whispered, "Father
this is your son. Son this is your
father. He gave his life so that
others might live."
Now she is alone, but she
will survive. She will raise
this child without the aid
of others. This child will
grow to be a strong man,
because his mother was strong.
Shirley Smothers
Naeem, 26 june 2012
I,
the creator of my own heaven and hell
possess the knowledge decent and evil,
Creator of the harmony and destruction
of myself to distinguish the existence of passion,-
_to sense the everlasting greed of pleasure
and to apprehend the thought of devour.
I,
the destroyer of my own deceptions
to breed novel bridges to endless inceptions-
_to travel the disgusted burnings of hell in me
I reconstruct of which I perished so many-
I,
the prospector, in heaven, of my own grave,
infect, I, with an unbreakable will to be not a slave.
-Nr.
samantha, 26 june 2012
Eyes that shimmer threw shades of green,
Glance at me threw a broken seam.
I love you most when you think of me,
That Im always on your mind.
I love that you found a part of me,
That I didn’t know Id find.
Thee is one who shall not be mistaken,
Surely you know you prevent a heart from breaking.
I love how you make me feel,
But most of all I love that our
love is real.
You my love, Protect me at heart,
And I can tell you’ve loved me
from the start.
Abby Smith, 26 june 2012
have i ever begged you to stay?
i always let you go, let you steal my
integrity, past our decay
what do you want from me today?
some happy endings, a quick fling?
did i say something that's halfway
to stupid, halfway to the real truth?
you were everything
until you were nothing.
Abby Smith, 26 june 2012
you came to me, all
cold toes and dreamy eyes
and it makes me so happy,
so very happy
that you are here
and you are a concrete idea,
so stylized and edgy
and we'll be waiting for you, baby
and i hope that you'll drive in
again, up my gravel driveway,
turn the porch lights on, and
i promise i'll run to you, darling,
and that sinking feeling
that isn't true, not at all.
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