never thought it would end this way..

I wrote this poem a while ago for an anti-drug comp. I lost. I never thought of it again till today. I shot this video today to go along with it. This one means a bunch to me. I hope you enjoy. Below is the poem.





To read the poem go here...

words to go along and the freedom

A while ago I posted a video of me doing poetry. People liked it. I still get rave reviews about it. I wrote a couple of new poems on the weekend and I thought I would do a follow-up video.

the freedom..

The freedom of being regulated into one spot.
Corner of a room. Feeling like that dot.
On the huge map of life. Strife. All day.
May came. June here. What can I say?
Sometimes, I just need to be alone.
Get into my zone. Need to type properly.
Too many mistakes. Thinking freely.
Errors. Headaches. Things I'm supposed to make.
Gone wrong. Too long it seems. Till I get it right.
Out of sight. The jackpot. Just the stresses.
Lessons learned. Cleaning up others messes.
The freedom of being regulated into one spot.
Corner of a room. Feeling like that dot.

time flies

Amazing how time flies. I was just telling someone the other day that what's so amazing about my blog is that I can look back to what I wrote years ago and reconnect with the me back then and totally understand why I wrote what I did and what I was feeling at the time. I was browsing through some of my old blogs that I don't update anymore and found a few juicy little poems I penned back in the fall of 2007. A long time ago. Amazing how time flies. I was depressed, sad and feeling angry at myself at the time. Won't get into why but I look back at it now and wonder why I let myself feel that way. Anyway, the poems were good. I posted them on here. Check them out and let me know any thoughts. Don't forget. They were from 2007. Not now....

simple..

I write poetry to get things off my mind.
One of a kind type of problems.
I think.
Always think I'm the only one.
Dealing.
Feeling.
Trying too hard.
Running too fast.
Pushing too hard.
Tryin' People.
Like De La.
Why Can't it Be So Simple.
Like Wu.
Sometimes I feel like a Motherless Child.
Need something new.
I know my cue when I have to stop.
Shut up.
Start to listen to the beats.
Get away.
Chug the cup.
Walk.
Talk.
Listen.
Recognize.
Missin'.
Like Everything But the Girl.
Why Can't it Be So Simple?
Again.