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Holidays by Hanifah Abioto

Summer
Christmas
Spring Break
Thanksgiving
Easter
My birthday
All so different
Yet all so alike
To everyone else they represent
different things
The same things to me
But now they represent
something else
An everpresent reminder of how
things used to be
And how they never will be again
Summer: I used to love it
Now I just don't know
It used to represent getting out
of school
Now I just don't know
Spring Break
Thanksgiving
Easter
I don't know about them
either
Christmas and my birthday
The hardest for me
The best with him
But that's just it
He is no longer here
He will never again call and
shout "Happy Birthday, Baby!"
He will no longer utter the
word "And a Merry Christmas to
you too!"
He will never be again and
he is no longer
just gone
just as the summer ended
and swept away
The summer is now long gone
It swept him away with it
so now here i stand
He left with the summer
Left me standing
With a cold reality
As harsh as the winter winds
He is gone
Gone with the summer
But unlike the summer
He won't be coming back

Missin' You by Chantay Salter

I miss you,
Do you miss me,
Do you miss the way that things used to be,
Although I loved you with all my heart
Sometimes I felt like i was being torn
apart
I know you loved me deep down inside,
but sometimes it seems like a big, fat lie
But now that you're left I feel more at
peace.
And now I know my feelings are real
at the very least,
Maybe now, I can try something new,
But at the same time I can't see me
without you.
But you'll always be a part of my spirit
and all in me,
'Til the day, we can be.

Fact by Angela Moore

Fact is everything ain't always what it seems
And what it seems ain't always true
But if yu look deep inside you
Then you will find the truth

Fact is life's not fair
And it'll always be like that
No matter how much you care
But just let like take its course
Then it'll turn alright

Fact is loves unexplainable
And it's defintion is deep
Yet undefinable
But like some say
Without love where would you be

heart by anonymous

i walk in
the dizziness from the strobe light hits me
i walk around, then announce i smile
we talk
we dance-things begin to sway
my mind is focused on her
as we get closer, things get hotter
i grab the last lemonade
we passed it back and forth
between the guy sitting between us
she hypnotizes me
placing the icy can
against her face-on her sweet lips-along her long neck
i couldn't resist
i whisper the offer into her ear
she replies with a nod and a smile
we walk in and begin
she stops
hands graze breasts
two girls giggle in the dark

Self worth by Selina Hobert

what am I worth to you?
Am I worth all the money in the world
or little of nothing. Do I strike you as
being gold, silver or just a piece of
coal not mature enough to be a diamond.
Am I like a star to be admired or
like the moon, already trodden over. Do I
make you feel good, like you're on top of
the world, or do I make you hide in
shame when I show my face

A Little Dream (Of Me) by Angela Moore
DREAMLAND


I want to ask a favor
It's not too complicated
Just when you close your eyes
One night... so dear
Dream a little dream
Of me
It doesn't have to be
A lovestruck dream
Or even a fantasy
From a movie scene
Just one little dream
That'll stick in mind
What you truly feel (for me)
Do you dream of me
Sometimes
Has my face shown up for a while
Aftertime
Will you dream a little dream
Of Me
Tonight

When I Do Kiss U by Tupac Shakur

I haven't yet for reasons of your own
But soon i'm sure you'll tire from being alone
u haven't recovered from the pain of the past
So u show me affection behind the wall of glass
But when I do finally kiss you
u will realize at last my heart was true

Do you or believe me? by myself

fireflies with no glow
a blizzard with no snow
a wild dream to conceive
pretty plants with no green
sewn clothes with no seam
hard to believe
odd of any of many ways
drove crazy over a penny of days
but one all the same
confusing losing
slipping tripping
over what to understand
a lot of different things
can be spoken of one man
with no direction
or sense of selection
my predilection
is to bounce
like a glorp ball
towards stars east
at least
i know
where i'm going

Help by Ericka Rodgers

i need to cry,
i need to scream, i need someone to help me let off some steam.
how could i feel like this,
when at one point i was so sure?
how could one be so evil yet oh-so pure?
how could the same one who made me smile make me cry?
and still the only thing i think about is you and i?
you said we can be friends,
but what kind of friend are you?
don't you see boy, i have enough friends, i need you to be my boo!
and what about my so-called significant other?
he's so innocent, why should i hurt him for you?
you know what, damn you boy, he is my boo!
oh i hate you so much, for what you've done for me
i'm a pimp, nigga don't you see?
you should be jumping for joy, that i even notice you
you should love me and dream about me too.
still i can't hate you, i only blame myself
i did this to myself, i need some fucking help!
help me, help me!
somebody, help me please!
somebody give me some trees
give me a blunt, maybe my pain will ease
help me, help me, somebody help me please!

kicked offline by myself

frustrated by you
and this thang
you think we got going on
and how i feel distance
but you feel love so strong
i wanna be firm in the bones
but as gentle as a petal
because i know how heartbreak feels
damn, doubt and denial are different
and i have good intentions
my name to my friends
but you have no end
to these dreams
and fantasies
immaturaties that
lie in that eye of yours
infatuation kicking down the doors
to your emotions
and i bet you slide on your own skin
slippery with lotion (slippery when wet?)
it's almost an honor
to know that i have this treatment
but see sweetie
i have one concealent
if i were to want you
i would believe
that i couldn't be true
because i fell in love before i met you

Missin' You by Angela Moore

Missin' you is something
That I can only write down
Hearin' your voice is one thing
But seein' you...
That's what's worthwhile
Although you're not far from me
Sometimes it feels like you're overseas
Because lovin' you comes w/a sense of ease
Yea, you say you miss me
But I know I miss you more
Although my heart belongs to you
My lips belong to you even more
'Cause lovin' you might be easy
But missin' you is hard

From The Heart by Alexandria Dean

Spiritually I want more. I can't help it, it's what my heart longs for. People say and tell me that I'm mean but it's just an outer shell to hide my child like serene. I'm, tired of wearing that facade, but I've used it for so long and I wonder if anyone knows the real me. Sometimes I sit in bed and wonder why I am the way the way that I am, but then I remind myself that it's for my own protection. But what do I need protection from? What am I so afraid of? Can I shy away from people forever? I wish that someone would set me straight and give me all the answers I seek and I know internally, I have to find them myself. If I don't love me, no one else will, Right? Then, why is it so hard for me to love myself? Why do I pick apart everything I say and do? How is it possible for a person to be told everyday how intelligent and important she is, but yet I feel so unimportant, not appreciated, and unloved? Truthfully I know that at times all people feel this way, but for me this is an everyday thing. I need confidence but around here there is none to be found.

sunsets by myself

sunsets
i could have sworn we met
sometime ago
in past lives
when you were a flower
and i was a bee
because even though
we can't be
i see
this attraction pulling me
toward you
love
is it okay if i call you that?
or was it only when we
were doves
pretty things
flying in the sky
ever so high
dancing with
the clouds
on a sunset

In the Depths of Solitude by Tupac Shakur
Dedicated 2 Me

I exist in the depts of solitude
pondering my true goal
Trying 2 find peace of mind
and stil preserve my soul
CONSTANTLY yearning 2 be accepted
and from all receive respect
Never compromising but sometimes risky
and thst is my only regret
A young heart with an old soul
how can there be peace
How can I be in the depths of solitude
when there R 2 inside of me
This Duo within me causes
the perfect opportunity
2 learn and live twice as fast
as those who accept simplicity

Sometimes I Cry by Tupac Shakur

Sometimes when I'm alone
I cry because I'm on my on
The tears I cry are bitter and warm
They flow with life but take no form
I cry because my heart is torn
and I find it hard to carry on
If I had an ear 2 confide in
I would cry among my treasured friends
But who do you know that stops that long
to help another to carry on
The world moves fast and it would rather pass u by
than 2 stop and c what makes u cry
It's painful and sad and sometimes I cry
and no one cares about why.

on a mooncloud by myself

on a cloud we slept
with that girl called the moonshining bright moms
silver outlining as we go higher into the sky
above the fireflies
and no plane to break our bed of fluffy sheets
made of love to get away from it all
no one has this moonshine but us and i feel
honored with those stars as my nightlights
and your eyes to look in
so intense an full of passion
forever lasting
smiling forever
and really never
would i trade this
for all the money in the world
knowing that this is my life
and you are my girl
to not worry about tomorrow
or even about yesterday
not to have wings
and to still get away
heavenward bound or halfway in between
eyes wide shut mind slept head dreaming
on a cloud

seasons by myself

miss you like flowers
unlike spring you won't return
miss you anyway

The Old People Speak Of Death by Quincy Troupe

the old people speak of death
frequently now
my grandmother speaks of those now
gone to spirit
now less than bone

they speak of shadows
that graced their days ade lovier
by their wings of light speak years
& corpses of years of darkness
& of relationships buried
deeper even than residue of bone
gone now beyond hardness
gone now beyond form

they smile now from ingrown roots
of beginnings of those who have left us
& climbed back though the holes the old folks
left in their eyes
for them to enter through

eye walk back now with this poem
through the holes the old folks left in their eyes
for me to enter through walk back to where
eye see them there
the ones that have gone beyond hardness
the ones that have gone beyond form
see them there
darker than where roots began
& lighter than where they go
with their spirits
heavier than stone their memories
sometimes brighter than the flash
of sudden lightning

but green branches will grow
from these roots darker than time
& blacker than even the ashes of nations
sweet flowers will sprout
& wave their love-stroked language
in sun tongued morning's shadow
the spirit in all our eyes

they have gone now back
to shadows as eye climb back out
from the holes of these old folks eyes
those spirits who sing through this poem
gone now back with their spirits
to fuse greenness

enter stones & glue their invisible
faces upon the transmigration of earth
nailing winds singing guitar blues
voices throughout the ribcages
of those days
gone now to where roots begin
greener than what they bring

the old people speak of death
frequently now
my grandmother speaks of those now
gone to spirit
now less than bone

The Sonnet-Ballad by Gwendolyn Brooks

Oh mother, mother, where is happiness?
They took my lover's tallness off to war,
Left me lamenting. now I cannot guess
What I can use an empty heart-cup for.
He won't be coming back here anymore.
Some day the war will end, but, oh, I knew,
When he went walking grandly out that door
That my sweet love would have to be untrue.
Would have to be untrue. Would have to court
Coquettish death, whose impudent and strange
Posessive arms and beauty (of a sort)
Can make a hard man hesitate-and change.
And he will be the one to stammer, "Yes,"
Oh mother, mother, where is happiness?

me, you, and we by myself

i don't like to waste my paper
i try to write internally like jay-z
i don't try to say much
but hold it all in and see
but some people hear the wind
soft like me

i sit in the dark
but still i see
my language dances in her ear
so gingerly
see the moon shining
alone like me

pounded in the dirt
wished for the sea
hugged the ground
desperately
cried in the dirt
brown like me

been to south africa
saw the things that be
injustice ruling a moment
voraciously
seen the apartheid
seperated like we

Did I Pass? by Elmer Adrian

I try to read your eyes,
surmise,
just what you think behind that brow.
As you nod,
are you thinking that I am odd?

You seem not to be impressed
at what you see;
I am
a nonenity?
You're in a hurry to forget,
What made me second class?
I see I didn't pass the standards you have set
for friends.

Our story ends

saturdays by myself

messy dreams of the world
and how the concepts could be
how i can't cross the street to get home
who am i? the black boy
the man of our future
holding much to bear on my tiring arms
should i be afraid
be proud
be "black", and yell loud?
to smile when the hip-hop lyrics
run through my blood
moving through a transition
oblivious to understand
what it means and what's it's like
to be a black man
to cross the street
and not get yanked by my collar
to have a place in the society
that my forefathers battled over
looking for respect with crystals in my ears
loose jeans and jerseys
stealing blessings
cause i need then to store for the summer
when i feel alive and tend to get in trouble
for being me
for not being scared
afraid to fit into the stereotypical black man
to hold my head to the sky
and not get my face slapped
by cold reality of ignorance

4th by myself

my nigga
my dog
the one that is me
the one that knows my goofiness
we splashed each other's face with Nile water
such a long time ago
spoke in a language that only you and i know
my cuz
my blood
stanzas of laughter
and silent corrections
a tangled web of weird connections
i'm watching you flourish and change
and you're a gift to me cause you're stable
my friend
my heart
me and you are forever cool
you are crazy and i'm a fool
together
you're truthfully beautiful
in and out
my rock
my sounding board
you tell me when i'm stupid
when other people don't
you tell me when i'm wrong
when other folks won't
i thank you
my dog
my blood
my rock

Deserved Karma by myself

betrayal is hard
doors are slammed
cars are burnt
words are damned

talking is forbidden
hearts are broken
clothes are cut
bitterness is token

lipstick prints are found
unknown cologne is smelled
ways are parted
ways wished well

Jaded by myself

In a dull room
Where the light hardly touches
The corners
I have a thin slit
Of sunlight
Drawn across my face
Pictures in my head
Melodies on my pictures
All in my head
I pursue my vision
Until I draw
And move myself
Out of this world
Until I'm no longer
Jaded

jar so empty by myself

happiness is the lightbug
i've yet to catch in the jar
only to let go
mistakes unforgiven
for no apparent reason
confusing me
mystically
with no end
friends say i'm too heavy
when i've been like this all my life
try to be happy
but can't let go of what i probably should
why do i have a love affair with pain?
when i've only been looking for love
can't seem to stay out of the rain
even when weather man says sunny clouds are coming
jogging and running
shakily after that light bug
so elusive to my touch
such ways to drive a mind demented
replenished with small seeds of woe
planting pretty heart flowers
in the soil of sorrow
can't be happy for tomorrow
only for today
but why'd i have to say
how i really feel
thought it'll feel good to say
my brains book of thoughts
but i damned there wanna cry

by anonymous

Why Did You Make Me Black Lord ... Lord .... Why did you make me black? why did you make someone the world would hold back? > > > >> > > > > > >> > > > > > >> > > Black is the color of dirty clothes, > > > >> > > of grimy hands and feet... > > > >> > > Black is the color of darkness, > > > >> > > of tired beaten streets... > > > >> > > > > > >> > > > > > >> > > Why did you give me thick lips, > > > >> > > a broad nose and kinky hair? > > > >> > > Why did you create someone > > > >> > > who receives the hated stare? > > > >> > > > > > >> > > > > > >> > > Black is the color of the bruised eye > > > >> > > when someone gets hurt... > > > >> > > Black is the color of darkness, > > > >> > > black is the color of dirt. > > > >> > > > > > >> > > > > > >> > > Why is my bone structure so thick, > > > >> > > my hips and cheeks so high? >Why ! are my eyes brown, and not the color of the sky? Why do people think I'm useless? How come I feel so used? Why do people see my skin and think I should be abused? Lord, I just don't understand... What is it about my skin? Why is it some people want to hate me and not know the person within? Black is what people are "Labeled" when others want to keep them away... Black is the color of shadows cast... Black is the end of the day. Lord you know my own people mistreat me, and you know this just ain't right... They don't like my hair, they don't like my skin, as they say I'm too dark or too light! Lord, don't you think it's time to make a change? Why don't you redo creation and make everyone the same?

Internet Junky by Mimi Arcala

Internet junky, that's what you are
In the chatroom, you're a superstar
Signing on 197,549,754,978 messengers
Checking emails
At least twice a day
You never fail
Creating websites
Downloading programs
You have sore wrists and cramped hands
But you learn to withstand
The pain . . .
Forgetting to eat
Forgetting to shower
A minute online turns into 14 hours
LOL, LMAO, and LMFAO are your expressions
And in your chair is a big indentation
Internet junky, that's what you are
Getting a life is what you need, by far!

to be(e) by myself

the stars and the sun
set in place like memories
changing little by little
slowly and slowly
echoing in the positions
they used to be

the ground and the trees
set in one
growing little and little
slowly and slowly
changing the things
that used to be

you and i
like honey bees
buzzing little by little
serving the queen
queen of happiness and in love
the way we wanna be

Hamlet (II, ii) by Shakespeare

Doubt thou the stars are fire
Doubt that the sun doth move
Doubt truth to be a liar
But never doubt I love

A descriptive definition of love at first sight by jeremiah

Electric shocks vibrate & tingle my spine, as I am totally brought to attention to observe, analyze, and admire your design….reminiscent feelings of déjà vu`, as visions of me and you slide through my mind. Have yet to meet, but the transparent divinity speaks, that your beauty runs far deeper than the crucial physique….righteous mental, raising your status to complete….Packaged, signed, sealed and delivered….equipped with the proper tools to seep, surpass and sweep…around my heart’s defenses like 007 on the creep….Sexual intensions, far from my motives and purpose…can’t allow myself to be just another Joe Shmoe relationship that turns out to be worthless….Oh, No! .. This junction of our vibration, was meant to be enjoyed without hesitation…When eyes locked, my mentality was lead into a transformation, that can’t be yielded, sought, nor brought…Yet off guard, I was entirely caught, in the realm of a “Mocha Princess”, with love as the pertaining thought….may have played before but this young goddess ain’t even apart of the sport…Promise to never lead astray, yet by your side to perpetually escort, through this mixed up maze of life that most never figure or posses the ability to sort…but yet me and you, will acquire a friendship that’s true…genuine love that will equate to wisdom to guide us through, many sunny days, even the occasional blue…Deep rooted foundation gives me the strength to withstand and constantly pursue, Regardless of the distance, it’s just my heart resilience to stay persistent, to bring about our meetings meaning into it’s existence.

random love notes by britni

1. this relationship is not for the weak, nor is it for a faithless, for at its core, it is about trusting in the fidelity of a disembodied voice, believing in the power of our words until we are able to touch, again. the distance between us is, at times, paralyzing, and I am stuck trying to ease the ache of my fingertips. 2. I must be honest, I only recently surrendered, wholly, to this love. I, a motley collage of raw, primitive emotions, love you with an urgency that is both terrifying and freeing. Vulnerable and empowered, I cannot fix my tongue to lie to you, even about the smallest of incidents. We are a bundle of earnest energy, that I pray, will not cause the premature death of our union. We need to savor this moment, but marathon phone calls leave me drained and wanting. Today I cried solely because I miss you. This, loving without holding/kissing/hearing/seeing, is nearly unbearable, and yet, I endure it. For you hold a future no longer shrouded in mere fantasy. 3. 3216 miles between heartbeats. touching: a mere fantasy trapped within copper wires and sodden nights. I once thought this level of wanting only existed in wanton literature and foreign films, but here it is filling my heart with fanciful musings and uber girly thoughts. I can’t stop smiling someone asked if I was on drugs, and I nearly said yes. I am floating higher than Marvin in the 70s and I hope I never reach the ground.