JB

I wish someone would count me in 

As I clean up my moves from my previous combination 

Sometimes I want things to be so perfect, I lose the aspect, which is the foundation

I'm sorry you had to break it down for me 

But sometimes it's hard, moving in isolation

And I lose my focus and start freestyling 

Hoping that you didn't lose the tempo during this awkward transition 

Always in my head, receiving thoughts before my mind can process them 

Causing damage, before I realize I am losing you 

Waking up with the same irony of missing you 

Physically seeing other girls, but my heart is only seeing you. 

But is it transpiring through my actions? This could all just be talk to you. 

And count! 

I came in wrong, I should of did a whole instead of half

Now I'm lost in my routine 

But it's all on me, so who am I to try to place the blame?

Dealing with someone as fragile as a game of chess 

But I made the mistake and played my hand like checkers

Why did I not make you feel special? 

Why did I focus the wrong effort? 

Why didn't I treat it like forever? 

People tend to mess up good situations, living from regrets 

Bringing old habits to new situations, wishing I could reset 

Believe me from the bottom of my heart, I never meant to make you upset 

It's you I wanna impress

I wanna make you, my biggest asset.

You're so beautiful to me, I get lost looking into your eyes

Your touch captivates my mind, and holds my nerve endings hostage, until I feel butterflies 

Your personality leaves me mesmerized with laughter close to paralyzing 

You're perfectly imperfect to me, sorry for over-analyzing. 

You walked me through the routine, now I need to start from the tippity top 

I promise this time, I'll go full out

You said 8 counts?

I know you will never forget, and I don't expect you too. I just know I can do better then what I have showed you thus far. I know I was difficult before, but my mind was everywhere. Just give me the cool chick with the infectious laugh and beautiful soul I met at first.


 2/27/18 and I'm still missing you! JB

THE WAY YOU TREAT ME

you make me so relaxed
take the pain out of my back
your hits are like a heart attack
and your taste has me hooked like crack
now see to me you are perfect
and if your the cause of my death baby its worth it
you look so good upon the surface
and even better underneath
you make my knees weak
and your like my kindergarten crush
when you touch me I get a rush
a rush of feelings
and the combination of them all are just right
your scent is what helps me sleep at night
unlike these other females that tend to break my heart
you are always there and you never want to be apart
you make my rainy days fade away
you always make tomorrow feel like today
and baby i love you in every way
you never cheat
and when you give it to me I come up with my best work
and girl i know you will never throw my name in the dirt
you listen to all my stories
and I know my secrets are safe with you
you are whats real and you will forever be my boo
girl you do me like no other
you give me that love I can only get from my mother
and when that day comes and my eyes turn into closed shutters
I just want you to know you always made my heart flutter
and people might read this and think I'm insane
but all I have to say is that
I'm in love with
MARY JANE =)

Quote to live by

I don't want to make love to your body, I'd rather made love to your mind instead

quote

‎"Before sex, you help each other get naked. After sex, you only dress yourself. Moral of the story: In life, no one helps u once you've been FUCKED." :)

MULTIPOINT

I WAKE UP IN THE MORNING
AND I START TO TAKE TRIPS IN MY MIND
WONDERING WHAT WILL MY HEART FIND
YOU SEE I AM YOUNG GUY BUT MY SOUL IS OLD
THE SUN WON'T PRODUCE ANYMORE HEAT
NOW THE WORLD IS SO COLD
MY FINGERS GET NUMB
AND MY BREATHE TURNS TO SMOKE
I TRY TO TAKE A BITE OUT OF THE WORLD AND I ALMOST CHOKE
ON THIS THING CALLED REALITY
BECAUSE AMERICA IS TRYING TO LIVE A DREAM
THE AMERICAN DREAM ISN'T AS CRACKED UP AS IT SEEMS
SOLDIERS DYING IN THE WAR
KIDS HAVING BABIES
AMERICA IS GETTING ITS STEVIE WONDER ON
HAVE YOU LOOKED AT THE WORLD LATELY?
GOVERNMENT TRYING TO KILL US
THE INDUSTRY IS PROVOKING OUR BRAIN
IF THEY KEEP THIS UP....HOW WILL AMERICA MAINTAIN?
CRACK DRIVING BITCHES INSANE
HOES BURNING LIKE THEY PROPANE
MY GENERATION IS SO UNAWARE
AND THAT CAUSES ME PAIN
THE MONEY
THE CARS
THE CLOTHES
THE HOES
THE MATERIALISTIC THINGS THAT WE NEED TO DISPOSE
THAT ALWAYS GET OUR ATTENTION
I'M IN ANOTHER DIMENSION
COLD WORLD, GIVING ME HYPOTENSION
LOST LOVE GIVING ME HEARTBREAKS
AND THE CLUELESSNESS OF SOCIETY GIVING ME
HEARTACHES
AS I SEPARATE THE REAL FROM THE FAKE
NEVER GIVE UP, HAVE FAITH
KNOCKING SENSE INTO YOUR HEADS
MY GENERATION ARE LIGHTWEIGHTS

MISUNDERSTOOD

DOES BEING A PLAYER REPUTATION EVER GO AWAY?
SOMETIMES I SIT IN MY ROOM AND WRITE ON MY WALL
THINKING TO MYSELF WHY DO OTHERS WANT TO SEE ME FALL
JUST BECAUSE I'M LIGHT SKINNED PEOPLE ASSUME ME TO BREAK HEARTS
AND CAUSE TEARS
BUT LOSING THE GIRL I LOVE IS ONE OF MY BIGGEST FEARS
WE WILL LAUGH
WE WILL CRY
WE WILL MAKE MEMORIES
AND WE WILL DIE
AND I WILL LOVE HER FOREVER, AND THAT IS NOT A LIE
I JUST WANT TO LOVE AND BE LOVED IN RETURN
I DON'T WANT TO BE LIKE USHER
I CAN'T LET IT BURN
I WANT TO LET IT FLOW
LIKE A OCEAN OR A RIVER
AND JUST HER SLIGHTEST TOUCH WILL MAKE ME SHIVER
IT WILL MAKE ME WEAK
TO THE POINT I CAN'T SPEAK
AND WHEN I GET HER IN THE BED...SHE'S GONNA REACH HER PEAK
MAKE HER BUST... MAKE HER BUST...ALL OVER MY SHEETS
MAKE HER TREMBLE...MAKE HER TREMBLE...DOWN TO HER FEET
I HAVEN'T FOUND HER AND UNTIL THEN I WILL TAKE A SEAT
AND WAIT FOR HER TO COME AROUND...SO OUR HEARTS CAN MEET

THE ILLUSIONIST

THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I HAVE EVER PUT SOMEONE ELSE'S WRITING ON MY PAGE BUT I WAS VERY INSPIRED BY THIS PERSON. SHE IS A VERY GOOD WRITER AND SHE IS VERY WELL SPOKEN. HER POEMS HAVE MEANING AND I COULD FEEL EVERY WORD SHE WAS SAYING. SHE HAS A LOT MORE POEMS THAN THIS ONE BUT I THINK THIS ONE IS MY FAVORITE. HER NAME IS COURTNEY MASON. I THINK THIS IS ONE OF THOSE TIMES WHEN THEY SAY LIFE IS NOT MEASURED BY HOW MANY BREATHES YOU TAKE, ITS MEASURED BY HOW MANY MOMENTS TAKE YOUR BREATHE AWAY AND SHE TOOK MINE AWAY WITH HER WRITING =)

i aint never been a quitter but,
this right here, kinda tough.
i can say i been in love,
but not necesarily loved.
i work hard for sure,
but it seems like i struggle more
im living my life with the vision in front of me,
but i cant seem to unlock the door.
i hate being ignored
but i guess the world dont believe me
cause i can scream, cry, & yell
but still, nobody see's me.
damnn..
life aint easy
but this cant be
destiny cause
Sister Kimberly from the mothers Ministry told me God had more instore for me.
But, where's it being stored at, & who got the key?
Beats me.
but ay,
it is what it is, right?
but what if what is, is actually not?
what if everything that could be a possibility..stopped.
what if,
everything i thought was lost and never again was sought after because i lost..
my inspiration.
because of separation..& deprivation..of dedication
from the people who i thought were..real.
so, in conclusion
i considering people caring
might as well be an an illusion
because in the midst of confusion,
all the people who you thought were there, you'll end up losing
them.
when shit gets dim
so my philosophy is in the end..
learn how to defend, yourself, from them. cause if you dont..
i guess you'll just end up like me.

remix.

I'm not a quitter, but wondering why so many quit her/
Her as in me, me as in she/
One of the realest, but still end up in last place.

No love, no love, but always one level above/
Looked up to, like a basement does a top floor/
Underestimated, but worth much more.

My eyes can tell lies, don't be surprised when you're caught/
Worth more than anything that can be store bought/
Scars talk, but what about the ones on the heart/
The ones that tell a story before we even talk.

Hardworking, but I still struggle/
That's life, no complaints, no trouble/
Wake up, it's a new day, another day to right my wrongs/
Another chance to do good and another to move on.

They talk about me, want my heart to show through my skin/
I strive to be the best, 'cause success is the best revenge...