incomplete or can't complete
or always staring at defeat
no reason to cry
i am happy for her
and happy for that guy
never really matched
like a suit with a hat
believed that opposites attracted
but reality is, it don't
and that's a fact
though i thought our stars a lined
i ended up, the hole in our raft
its nighttime but i hear the birds chat
how so lovely that we couldn't match
love birds?
how love hurts.
your memories latch on
forever through dawn
why cant u be gone
from my
heart
my soul
my ecstasy
far fetched
but so complex
wasn't my ex
gave her my heart
then she left
my heart is my ear
now i am deaf
my depth is my breath
lungs filled with cigarettes
all out of air so i step
what is rep without repetition
what is love without you in my vision
unclear.
It's funny how things work and how unlucky i am to catch things at times i'm not suppose to or faith doesn't like me or simply just likes fucking with me.
Friday, December 12, 2008
Monday, December 8, 2008
Questions.
fact and fictions
what am i predicting
whats my prediction
quick to rhyme
but what am i fixing
pots and pans in the kitchen
but the food is missing
the letter is written
but i dont have a clue to
what i'm submitting
i count my blessings
but what am i blessed in
where is my essence
future or past tense
sailor hat on
does that make me the captain?
Back to the old Nhan. Inspired for a quick second then loses it. Incomplete or can't complete.
what am i predicting
whats my prediction
quick to rhyme
but what am i fixing
pots and pans in the kitchen
but the food is missing
the letter is written
but i dont have a clue to
what i'm submitting
i count my blessings
but what am i blessed in
where is my essence
future or past tense
sailor hat on
does that make me the captain?
Back to the old Nhan. Inspired for a quick second then loses it. Incomplete or can't complete.
Monday, December 1, 2008
Catching Feelings.
black dress
black heels
for real,
she killed.
long legs,
enough said.
i give her thoughts,
i give her head.
we break bread,
her legs spread.
i acknowledge,
thought before process.
we connect,
then came knowledge.
deal with the facts,
compare and contrast.
is it love,
will it last?
black heels
for real,
she killed.
long legs,
enough said.
i give her thoughts,
i give her head.
we break bread,
her legs spread.
i acknowledge,
thought before process.
we connect,
then came knowledge.
deal with the facts,
compare and contrast.
is it love,
will it last?
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