LOOOL funny ish

omg woman :eek: ...do u need to tell me somethin....seems i missed alot....

as they say love is blind....nice piece modesty.. p.s. nayaa wordette..when did u change ur nick...

looooooooooool...speechless

lool nice rhythum u two....and missy get off the damn pc and study...and u will do good too...or am i too late hope not..

Draining as I wish will free me at last Of the past that hasn’t forgiven tears A flame I grasp hoping to heal A past of mine sleeps to trouble Torment that I cry for the wind to blow My back to the wall I dream to bleed No words of mine escape my lips As my thoughts confess the deeds Empty tears that hold no cause A promised pain locked within my soul Endures its might with a key Relentless ground hardens my feet Threatening with pity not for self I search my days to gain knowledge Underneath the mist lies the reason The confession of my regretful actions The destination of the first cut For so long I stood to bear The blaze I can no longer withstand The realization of a sinking memory Once unforgettable has now fallen Do my thoughts betray its own mind Lost in the dept of the bleed As now and forever within these walls I rest my soul in a thoughtful sky

thank you Diamante and Simple_Sista for your thoughtful considerate words

They articulate my poetry is limitless But they don’t distinguish the wisdom is a bless See, I eavesdrop within the tales of the wind Born in the midst of terminology in my mind I been gulping rhythm in and out Basing the beats can’t reflect without I gazed death in the eyes and uttered a demand That is why I don’t understand Besides all the lies they crave to divide Oddly many eras ago I swallowed my pride Miserable looking back and speculating why Departed is what there was and I motionlessly defy So I clench to what I assume is moment with sympathy With a mind partially absent I seen it all through empathy And when my silent beliefs are vocalized Even with poignant eyes I haven’t decriminalized To me there is only solitary truth roaming ceaselessly Reasons to a demise abandoned by a stranger freely Dreamt was a dreamer half consciously inviting reality It wasn’t fate screening scripts but a role in mentality Like a poet I observe circumstances and naively heed To implicit screams rarely heard but in need Words in my head want attention freedom of expression A lot of questions so close to confession So I listen to a song in the middle of midnight An old jazz player recites a poem barely to ignite A window of inner sight reflecting a world so perfect Sophisticated imagination my mind to connect I am a thought of a poet fearing loss of words Reality reflecting fantasies but never occurs We did rather prefer a life so perfect it is deceitful Who knew lies were shaped so beautiful A mother’s prayers a father’s advice So how confused can you be twice?

DAMN i knew something was wrong when you started to come late to class...but who knew....i always thought you crazy and i am right...you crazy for love.....and i beleive you have something to tell me before i become a grandmother ....

You ask who the hell am I? I am the person u can’t defy; People wonder why I am so fly; But they gotta understand I stand up high; Some might say and even imply; That I am tryna touch the sky; So when u ask who am I? I am the girl at the corner of ur mind; The one u might sometimes call a friend; But isn’t the one who u did think is ur kind; So stop tryna minimize and listen to this advice; I am the eyes the wise see thru and hold it as a prize; So against me when u decriminalize; And say who the hell am I? See I ain’t tryna preach; Just tryna explore and give a speech; And find the things in dreams I couldn’t reach; So u should realize that I ain’t so naïve; After all these years u betta believe; And u still wondering who am I? I am tryna set up a theme; U shouldn’t say this is a scheme; Think of a solution; Cuz am consumed wit frustration; Like a stranger manifesting this situation; So u finally realize who am I? I am a dreamer trapped in a dream; So I am tryna visualize and make it extreme; Where all reality and truth remain supreme; So think of me as the girl in twilight zone; Who is lost in her thoughts infront of a cyclone; Even when u look at me I ain't unknown; And in this life I am me always and foreva;

masha'allah this poem is so deep and true about somali.....guess some of us in the western world forgot how it was like...seeing everythin around you wither and die.....this poem is a remainder and a real image to what we think we have forgotten...... a well-based piece i must say.....thks for sharing...

this one is my favorite; Burning Drift-Wood Before my drift-wood fire I sit, And see, with every waif I burn, Old dreams and fancies coloring it, And folly's unlaid ghosts return. O ships of mine, whose swift keels cleft The enchanted sea on which they sailed, Are these poor fragments only left Of vain desires and hopes that failed? Did I not watch from them the light Of sunset on my towers in Spain, And see, far off, uploom in sight The Fortunate Isles I might not gain? Did sudden lift of fog reveal Arcadia's vales of song and spring, And did I pass, with grazing keel, The rocks whereon the sirens sing? Have I not drifted hard upon The unmapped regions lost to man, The cloud-pitched tents of Prester John, The palace domes of Kubla Khan? Did land winds blow from jasmine flowers, Where Youth the ageless Fountain fills? Did Love make sign from rose blown bowers, And gold from Eldorado's hills? Alas! the gallant ships, that sailed On blind Adventure's errand sent, Howe'er they laid their courses, failed To reach the haven of Content. And of my ventures, those alone Which Love had freighted, safely sped, Seeking a good beyond my own, By clear-eyed Duty piloted. O mariners, hoping still to meet The luck Arabian voyagers met, And find in Bagdad's moonlit street, Haroun al Raschid walking yet, Take with you, on your Sea of Dreams, The fair, fond fancies dear to youth. I turn from all that only seems, And seek the sober grounds of truth. What matter that it is not May, That birds have flown, and trees are bare, That darker grows the shortening day, And colder blows the wintry air! The wrecks of passion and desire, The castles I no more rebuild, May fitly feed my drift-wood fire, And warm the hands that age has chilled. Whatever perished with my ships, I only know the best remains; A song of praise is on my lips For losses which are now my gains. Heap high my hearth! No worth is lost; No wisdom with the folly dies. Burn on, poor shreds, your holocaust Shall be my evening sacrifice! Far more than all I dared to dream, Unsought before my door I see; On wings of fire and steeds of steam The world's great wonders come to me, And holier signs, unmarked before, Of Love to seek and Power to save,— The righting of the wronged and poor, The man evolving from the slave; And life, no longer chance or fate, Safe in the gracious Fatherhood. I fold o'er-wearied hands and wait, In full assurance of the good. And well the waiting time must be, Though brief or long its granted days, If Faith and Hope and Charity Sit by my evening hearth-fire's blaze. And with them, friends whom Heaven has spared, Whose love my heart has comforted, And, sharing all my joys, has shared My tender memories of the dead,— Dear souls who left us lonely here, Bound on their last, long voyage, to whom We, day by day, are drawing near, Where every bark has sailing room. I know the solemn monotone Of waters calling unto me; I know from whence the airs have blown That whisper of the Eternal Sea. As low my fires of drift-wood burn, I hear that sea's deep sounds increase, And, fair in sunset light, discern Its mirage-lifted Isles of Peace. ----- it is very long but worth the read .....

ms.word tht guy got u twisted u forgot chillin after skool in the gym......yet we have lost another to the enemy.....biiij u know who this is.....sweet piece....and i finally discovered where u hang about....like a famous poet once said "a poem is neva finished but abandoned" mac mac see ya around suqaar