are you familiar with the fomous book series twilight?
if not let me tell you about it.
you see Edward is the love of Bella's life
and Jacob's the bestfriend that makes everything alright.
Edward left her.
Jacob held her.
But in the end it was Edward she picked.
I'm stuck in that situation.
I have to make a choice
but right now I'm not sure which.
My Edward Cullen is all I could ask for
and no doubt about it I love him more
but there's something about Jacob I can't ignore
after all he is my best friend.
Jacob cares for me and he listens
One of the most loving people living
and I'm not saying that Edward isn't
because I do want to be with him.
I don't even think confused describes what I am
I'm stuck between my love & my bestfriend.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
No music?
New music.
where would the world be with no music?
we speak words of pain
& forget people people have to go through it
no music.
means words stay confined inside you cant even hum to it.
new music, no music, old music
got that certain kind of beat to it
make you wannaget up, electric slide, and move your feet to it.
Soul music.
Got a legend or connection that make you always wanna go to it.
Dream music.
Pay attention to the lyrics and you sing to it.
All music should have a meaning and a beat to it.
Youth music.
Sometimes have a specific dance to it.
And who knew it that music
would go from old music to new music
soul music to youth music
and I appreciate that we never had NO MUSIC.
where would the world be with no music?
we speak words of pain
& forget people people have to go through it
no music.
means words stay confined inside you cant even hum to it.
new music, no music, old music
got that certain kind of beat to it
make you wannaget up, electric slide, and move your feet to it.
Soul music.
Got a legend or connection that make you always wanna go to it.
Dream music.
Pay attention to the lyrics and you sing to it.
All music should have a meaning and a beat to it.
Youth music.
Sometimes have a specific dance to it.
And who knew it that music
would go from old music to new music
soul music to youth music
and I appreciate that we never had NO MUSIC.
Insanity!
Show no sympathy
for my insanity
it is indeed
a part of me.
Some mat call it strange
my mind's deranged
love and pain
I am insane
Need my poetry, I'm addicted
Writing down my every conflict
word for word I have to have it
though this poem does not make sense!
haha; i just wanted to write a poem called
"insanity" and this is what I got :-\
for my insanity
it is indeed
a part of me.
Some mat call it strange
my mind's deranged
love and pain
I am insane
Need my poetry, I'm addicted
Writing down my every conflict
word for word I have to have it
though this poem does not make sense!
haha; i just wanted to write a poem called
"insanity" and this is what I got :-\
thankyou !
More people follow me on twitter & more people are following me on here so thank you EVERYONE! School juast started so I'll only blog to say thankyou, show pictures, and ofcourse my poetry! I'm going to post two more poems right now so I hope you enjoy!
Peace, Love, and Poetry!
Peace, Love, and Poetry!
-Akialah
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Dedicated to Pac
The realist rapper I ever known is Tupac
till this day I still don't know why he had to get shot.
The things he tried to stop is still going on.
Things he wanted to stop he spit the lyrics in his songs.
I know you seen him all gangsta in above the rim
but some powerful words in this world were quoted by him.
Like, "they say that it's the white man I should fear
but it's that black people doing all the killing out here."
It might sound harsh but you know it's the truth.
No other rapper can say that quite like Pac do.
It's still violence in the streets,
kids hiding under their sheets.
Cause they hear them gunshots,
around the corner on the block,
outside of the churches,
what we doing ain't working
People want to pop their collars and they want to stay fly,
but we still got these questions and we still don't know why
we kill these sisters and brothers and all the little cousins.
any you steady gettin mad when we askin where they love is!
till this day I still don't know why he had to get shot.
The things he tried to stop is still going on.
Things he wanted to stop he spit the lyrics in his songs.
I know you seen him all gangsta in above the rim
but some powerful words in this world were quoted by him.
Like, "they say that it's the white man I should fear
but it's that black people doing all the killing out here."
It might sound harsh but you know it's the truth.
No other rapper can say that quite like Pac do.
It's still violence in the streets,
kids hiding under their sheets.
Cause they hear them gunshots,
around the corner on the block,
outside of the churches,
what we doing ain't working
People want to pop their collars and they want to stay fly,
but we still got these questions and we still don't know why
we kill these sisters and brothers and all the little cousins.
any you steady gettin mad when we askin where they love is!
Friday, August 14, 2009
Mi'Arre Syni Baxter
Love is not lost when a loved one passed on
it's okay to cry when you're trying stay strong
Keyshia Cole said, "Love never knew what I was missing"
But I'm missing you and your slobbery kisses.
Your beautiful smile that brightened up my day
and how you held out your arms when I came your way
I will shed a few tears here and now,
But I know you're still here some way some how.
I cherish those days when I watched you for a while
when we laughed and played had fun and smiled.
So this is my good-bye until we meet again,
until that day rest peacefully in heaven.
This poem is about my little cousin that died a few years ago. She hadn't even hit one years old. She was my little angel on Earth and I dearly miss her. I wrote this poem for the obituary
it's okay to cry when you're trying stay strong
Keyshia Cole said, "Love never knew what I was missing"
But I'm missing you and your slobbery kisses.
Your beautiful smile that brightened up my day
and how you held out your arms when I came your way
I will shed a few tears here and now,
But I know you're still here some way some how.
I cherish those days when I watched you for a while
when we laughed and played had fun and smiled.
So this is my good-bye until we meet again,
until that day rest peacefully in heaven.
This poem is about my little cousin that died a few years ago. She hadn't even hit one years old. She was my little angel on Earth and I dearly miss her. I wrote this poem for the obituary
Definition
Strong affection, warm attachment, beloved one
What is the definition of love?
Love is...
A special bond,
or connection between two people.
Love is...
What you mean to each other
and how much you care.
Love is...
A whirlwind
of smiles, laughs, and cries
Love is...
a life pathway of happiness
So nevermind what the dictionary says
love has no definition.
What is the definition of love?
Love is...
A special bond,
or connection between two people.
Love is...
What you mean to each other
and how much you care.
Love is...
A whirlwind
of smiles, laughs, and cries
Love is...
a life pathway of happiness
So nevermind what the dictionary says
love has no definition.
No More Light
Let the light from our love dim
till there is no more
like the stem of a candle burning
till it reaches the core
Like Christmas light in June
unplugged and stored away
or a light bulb that has blownout
and you're forced to throw it away
This love no longer gleams
and it no longer shines
this love is no longer yours
and is no longer mines
So I sit here writing this poem
thinking about what could've been
this love that never happened
will never happen again
till there is no more
like the stem of a candle burning
till it reaches the core
Like Christmas light in June
unplugged and stored away
or a light bulb that has blownout
and you're forced to throw it away
This love no longer gleams
and it no longer shines
this love is no longer yours
and is no longer mines
So I sit here writing this poem
thinking about what could've been
this love that never happened
will never happen again
I love you too
hand and hand
me and you
just like we were
months ago
kissing in the rain
caused us to fall in love
and we're still together
and going strong
I asked you
"what do you want for Christmas"
you said
"I want it to rain"
I laughed and asked you
"why"
you said
"so I can fall in love with you again"
You hold my heart
carefully in your hands
and I have no fear
of you hurting me
There was nothing I could do
but hold you close to me
and whisper in you ear
"I love you too"
me and you
just like we were
months ago
kissing in the rain
caused us to fall in love
and we're still together
and going strong
I asked you
"what do you want for Christmas"
you said
"I want it to rain"
I laughed and asked you
"why"
you said
"so I can fall in love with you again"
You hold my heart
carefully in your hands
and I have no fear
of you hurting me
There was nothing I could do
but hold you close to me
and whisper in you ear
"I love you too"
Puppy Love
What does it mean when you like someone
but you're not sure if you love them
and every single moment
you find yourself thinking of them.
there's this thing called puppy love
it gives you butterflies
and you can't control how
it makes you crazy inside.
it's obvious you care
but don't take it too far
these thing don't always last
and puppy heartbreak can be hard.
do I tell them I love them?
this is crazy and unheard of!
should I just walk away from
this thing called puppy love.
but you're not sure if you love them
and every single moment
you find yourself thinking of them.
there's this thing called puppy love
it gives you butterflies
and you can't control how
it makes you crazy inside.
it's obvious you care
but don't take it too far
these thing don't always last
and puppy heartbreak can be hard.
do I tell them I love them?
this is crazy and unheard of!
should I just walk away from
this thing called puppy love.
Force
You can force yourself to refrain,
you can force yourself to shove,
you can force yourself to pain,
but can you force yourself to love?
Can you force youself to love
without feeling remorse?
To adore and care, without being part of,
a love that will eventually fall off course.
could a love so true
be forced together?
Will it eventually fall through?
Or will it continue to get better?
you can force yourself to shove,
you can force yourself to pain,
but can you force yourself to love?
Can you force youself to love
without feeling remorse?
To adore and care, without being part of,
a love that will eventually fall off course.
could a love so true
be forced together?
Will it eventually fall through?
Or will it continue to get better?
Best Friends
Secret kisses,
long conversations,
I miss you's and I love you's too.
best friends are what they call us.
Holding back in the begining,
us being together was forbidden,
at least that's what we thought
cause best friends are what they call us.
That's how we started, just best friends,
now we're riding it out till the end,
but for now it stays between us
cause best friends are what they call us.
long conversations,
I miss you's and I love you's too.
best friends are what they call us.
Holding back in the begining,
us being together was forbidden,
at least that's what we thought
cause best friends are what they call us.
That's how we started, just best friends,
now we're riding it out till the end,
but for now it stays between us
cause best friends are what they call us.
Let's Talk About Us
Want to complain 'bout how the government keep boostin' the gas prices us,
but lets talk about us.
Neither one of us respects each other anymore,
and we can't work together that's why we still living poor.
Instead we bring each other to the white gates
'cause at every event you gotta come with the Ak
so yeah let's talk about us.
Selling drugs to the kids is that the way life goes?
Prostitutes on the street as young as 12 years old.
Pergnant at 13 with no clue who the daddy could be
died young and seen nothing outside of the streets.
Sometimes you want to think about living large
and everyday pullin up in a different car
then you take a trip back to reality
make paper and bring it home to the family.
When night falls you got to cry yourself to sleep
cause you're sick of living life in poverty.
But, let's talk about us.
but lets talk about us.
Neither one of us respects each other anymore,
and we can't work together that's why we still living poor.
Instead we bring each other to the white gates
'cause at every event you gotta come with the Ak
so yeah let's talk about us.
Selling drugs to the kids is that the way life goes?
Prostitutes on the street as young as 12 years old.
Pergnant at 13 with no clue who the daddy could be
died young and seen nothing outside of the streets.
Sometimes you want to think about living large
and everyday pullin up in a different car
then you take a trip back to reality
make paper and bring it home to the family.
When night falls you got to cry yourself to sleep
cause you're sick of living life in poverty.
But, let's talk about us.
Creativity
My creativity.
My creativity is unique like a snowflake.
My poem is a complex leaf.
I am a lioness, queen of the jungle.
You are a pond, and I am a lilly pad
This was an assignment I had to do in the 9th grade.
My creativity is unique like a snowflake.
My poem is a complex leaf.
I am a lioness, queen of the jungle.
You are a pond, and I am a lilly pad
This was an assignment I had to do in the 9th grade.
Live, Laugh, Love
Live today like it's your last
have fun and take chances.
Let the past be the past
move on without second glances.
Laugh till tears roll out your eyes
and cherish every little thing.
Enjoy every moment of life
and everything they bring.
Love those who love you too
and forgive those who hurt you.
Create happiness with everything above.
Life seems so much easier when you live laugh love.
have fun and take chances.
Let the past be the past
move on without second glances.
Laugh till tears roll out your eyes
and cherish every little thing.
Enjoy every moment of life
and everything they bring.
Love those who love you too
and forgive those who hurt you.
Create happiness with everything above.
Life seems so much easier when you live laugh love.
Perfection
Perfection,
exist in imagination.
We dream of perfection
then wake up to reality.
Perfection,
doesn't exist in reality/
Hard work leads to greatness
but never perfection.
Have you ever dreamt the perfect fantasy?
Sucks that it was just a dream.
Your own little moment
in the land of perfection.
Perfection,
isn't shown in my reflection.
Perfection,
isn't shown in love's affection.
We work for perfection
and never achieve it
cause perfection only exist
in our imagination.
exist in imagination.
We dream of perfection
then wake up to reality.
Perfection,
doesn't exist in reality/
Hard work leads to greatness
but never perfection.
Have you ever dreamt the perfect fantasy?
Sucks that it was just a dream.
Your own little moment
in the land of perfection.
Perfection,
isn't shown in my reflection.
Perfection,
isn't shown in love's affection.
We work for perfection
and never achieve it
cause perfection only exist
in our imagination.
Sweetest Death
Slowly.
Softly.
Surely.
It's killing me.
You're killing me.
I'm dying.
The sweetest death.
Your touch.
Your kiss.
Your voice.
Your scent.
Gives me a smile
that never fades away.
Leaving me breathless.
It's happening.
Slowly.
Softly.
Surely.
It's killing me.
You're killing me.
I'm dying.
The sweetest death.
Softly.
Surely.
It's killing me.
You're killing me.
I'm dying.
The sweetest death.
Your touch.
Your kiss.
Your voice.
Your scent.
Gives me a smile
that never fades away.
Leaving me breathless.
It's happening.
Slowly.
Softly.
Surely.
It's killing me.
You're killing me.
I'm dying.
The sweetest death.
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