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a dreamer by myself

so vain in her thoughts
her dreams breathe on their own
a stroke of happiness in each
truly a fighter for herself

her sillines infectious
bold on it's own
not afraid to change
no time to carry other peoples burdens

dashes of insecurity faded in laughter
intrigued by all that glitters
because she is a dreamer

By way of nature (tanka) by myself

i never fitted
into forms, doesn't suit me
bound in like a rock
sinking into the river
surrounded by what i'm not

Raindrops by Anonymous

As I look outside my window I see raindrops falling,
like I am for you

As I see the rain pouring down,
it is a reflection of how my love for you pours out,
unconditionally.

The rain pelts against the window,
as my emotions are for you but inwardly.

The rain is calming,
as that is how you make me feel when I am in your
presence.

I hear thunder,
which reminds me of the times when we dis-agree,
but it also reminds me of how we are when we are in
the bedroom when
we make up.

The rain is coming to an end,
and when I reach for my coffee with a little bit of
Bailey's,
I see a rainbow,
and that gives me hope.

Crosseyes by AJ Hardin

your eye wanders
and not in this direction
some confuse them for lazy
but i know you're just crazy
i wish you could see me
through someone elses lenses
they might be brighter
clearer
and have more focus than your own
you see
but you are so blind
close your eyes for a moment
and see me for who I am

Obsession by Alexandria Dean

The fire he feels deep inside for her burns deep within his soul.Everything he knows is her. She is his obsession, even though she doesn't know it. He follows her everywhere and sees everything she does. To him, she is beauty in every sense of the word. He sees a passion inside of her that no one else can see. It's supposed to be hidden, but what can you hide from the person who sees everything? Lust takes over his body everytime he sees her, but will this love, this lust, this obsession last forever or will it fade into nothing and be a memory of his past?

Issac's Eyes by Alexandria Dean

I look up at the sky at night and wonder why I can't be with her. I see her everyday and my knees start to tremble, my heart races and feels like a drummer is drumming in my chest. His beat is fast and unsteady, but smooth and heartfelt, just like my love for her. My palms start sweating as I near. Damn. Almost. Almost close enough to touch her, but almost doesn't count, right? Every aspect of her being is beautiful to me. From the way she walks to the way she talks and the sound of her voice just drives me insane. I have been in love with her for years now, but she will never know my feelings. Never know how my body burns for her while my soul yearns for her. I need her. Is this truly love or is this just lust? I am everywhere she is and I know everything about her, but I am an idiot when it comes to how she feels about me. Does she know I exist? I doubt it. I see her every time I go to sleep, when I dream, and she is my first thought every morning. I need to have her, but not for sex. Just having her in my life and never touching her would suffice me. She is the epitome of perfection and quintessential to my being. One day I will make her mine even if it kills me. I want to protect her from everything and make sure she never wants for a thing. Her smile would be the only payment I would need for giving her the world. I would make sure that everyday she knew that she was my world. All I need in my life to survive. She is my drug, my addiction, my obsession, my.............love. Damn.

eyes by myself

strange again cause
right after i was finished
another set of eyes
everchanging and attracting me
got me drawn conclusively
too nervous to share the secret
abashed and enamored
indescribible would be
overturned ad understood
when we meet eyes alone
or maybe i'm just strange
seeing eyes that don't see
the same way i do
eyes and i are transfixed
on something different though
something different from
what we hope it could be
why can't i stop locking eyes with you?
afraid to be presumptuous
to say what i think you won't
still waiting nevertheless
waiting for the possibility
no matter the probability
that lies between you and me
you make me wanna cover my eyes
so i can't see you
so i can act like we don't lock eyes
got me dreaming to myself
dreaming lies...
dreaming lies of you and i
laid together in the bed
no commitment
no restrictment
just eyes and i
together

broken clouds also by myself

smiling
happily like i'd always been
from ear to ear
eyes minus tears
dreaming on that mooncloud
from so long ago
til the whole dream broke
had me hopping
from fragment to fragment
praying that i didn't slip
slip on the moment
that i would believe words
that were just illusions
created by non-believers
to blacken my heart
didn't want to leave the sky
wanted to stay
wanted to smile
but the cloud wanted to break
broke my heart
to fall
falling to the ground
in one last exhilaration of freedom
afraid to hit the ground
when i always knew
gravity would prevail
don't know why i had to wait to be happy
to fall again
fucked up ain't it?

the rain by myself

the rain is coming
it feels so serene
outside
i was sitting in a
ray of sunshine
trying to unwind
the rain still comes
falling on me as i sit
and me being too tired
to move

sleeping, only to dream with you by myself

some say sleeping is wasted time
time possibly used for the mind to endeavor
to read in between the lines
in deeper possibilities

what would happen if dreams didn't exist?
indulgence of probablities
if no inspiration continued from the depths of fantasies

i couldn't bear to drown in deep thoughts
of tommorrow or today, or to brood in yesterway
i would need the peace
i would need the sleep

close my eyes
to have desire waiting behind my eyelids
complexities in the brain waiting for attention
lies and truth unmentioned
to the heart

what would i do if i couldn't sleep?
couldn't lay to rest my mind?
couldn't rest in your arms?
or feel your heartbeat against mine?

breathe by myself

to release my mind
of its complications is what i wish for
not needing to rhyme but prose fitting the purpose
to deal with my worries, fears, and desires
those of my life that control my sleep
digging deep for the essential
the complexes of touchiness
subtle intracate moves into the mind
each having their obvious response on the bronze of my body
pieces of mind that make up my own
and leave me with thoughts after the dreams
and the residue of hope (reality).
to release my mind
only to long for those voices again
to pretend one of you lay in my bed
and fulfill my flurries of satisfaction
quietly by just breathing
never really perceiving the answers to my mind
but only falsifying the realness of my life
where is my rock plateau?
to walk on, to stand on
for the clouds to point the way of my direction
because there's way two many to choose
strict rubberbands in the concious
stretching and stretching
to the snapping point
emotional drama
that no one cares to watch
no one wants to see my greatness
and i want no one to see my worthlessness

a.p for beauty by myself

give me Life and Liberty
i'll take them over the silent dips of Lust
that i Lap in (when no one knows)
spinning in a jaded forest
Over and Over trying to Overstand the situation
running into Oak trees looking for the Oasis of my heart
stuck between the Obvious choice to Obey my mind or the emotions
looking for the right one
Varying in Value Versus the stableness of being alone
Voices Vandalizing my thoughts and dreams
just waiting to fill a Vacant spot
save me if you can
Everybody Eases into the Equation
offering advice that they believe is Evident
when i only ask for a beautiful person to Empathize with

autobiographical by myself

could i disown you
or disown the clouded complexity
of emotions that i have for you?
i mean
we all wish clouds could be clear
but the rain has to come
for them to clear out

should i love you
after you never proved you love me
you can say it a million times
but i have yet to believe
to receive or conceive
what is real
patiently waiting for reality to set in

would i come to your funeral
if you begged me to die with you
or the family asked me to speak
there, i couldn't spare the time
because i won't bear the pain, the bad
without getting the good
the love i always sought for

inspired by a kiss

not able to close my eyes
when i kiss you
can't trust or understand
the effect you have on me

waiting to discover
the ableness of you and i
and the dreams
we can fulfill together

inspired by a kiss
deeply involved
into the frantic moments
that frequently visit my life

big on form and order
obsessed w/ ironic direction
in my world
that you make me forget

mesmerizing you are
hypnotic enough
to make my blues fade
and i don't know your middle name

inspired by a kiss
lightly touched
on the euphorias
in my life

seems like you've censored
the night terror of romance
by the sheer possiblity
of you alone

imagine we together
in this kiss right now
maybe soon
i can close my eyes

Special Delivery by AJ Hardin

How is it that I can love you
When I haven't begun to love myself
All the love I had to spare I delivered to you
yet I haven't received my package in return
I must be silly and naive
or maybe I just misaddressed the box or maybe you never opened it because you thought it wasn't intended for you
I continue to make excuses
but maybe it's my fault for not including a return address label
and someone else continues to take credit for the love I am continuously sending

at last by myself

at last
i've found the eyes
of someone i can trust
elated inside

my lonely days
have disappeared
into a place
that won't be remembered soon

at last
the storm is over
storybooks closed
more than friends are we

my heart wrapped in emotion
smiles upon you this day
words unexplainable
to the sensation

i've found a dream
lurking in reality
no longer teasing my mind
tortuing my heart

a dream i can call my own
personified by you
happy mornings
being wanted by you

a thrill i've rarely known
to be in love
more than friends are we
after all, we are lovers

your smile
is the sun to my day
lighting the way
for me to go

guidelines by myself

freshly picked from the tree of reality
i was born and sold to make the world
a better place
ignore the bittersweet taste they told me
that's life, you'll get used to it
on a corner with plenty signs
and still lost lacking directions
i was sold to make a statistic perfect
to make everybody think
that the sun shines
and that if the uniforms fit
the problems is solved
when it's really not an answer at all
identified with numbers and letters
but still a part of the team
and if rank is so important
then why are we all taught to dream?
anything's possible they say
you could do everything, everyday
but try to make it all fit
in these given guidelines
the sun shines if the religions match
and the # 1 draft picks catch
every pass and endorsement
while being perfect
angelic to an image
where anything's possible
and everything's fixable
all within these guidelines

The Negro Speaks of Rivers by Langston Hughes

I've known rivers:
I've known rivers ancient as the world and older than the
flow of human blood in human veins.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.
I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.
I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln
went down to New Orleans, and I've seen its muddy bosom turn all golden in the sunset.

I've known rivers:
Ancient, dusky rivers.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

Tu Sonrisa por José Grenet, dedicado a su amor

Tu sonrisa es tan bello como el sol que se refleja sobre los andes.

Mi amor por
ti es tan grande como las montañas si es asi de grande

Tu mirada con
es ojo tan bellos es tan misterioso como el mar pacifico

Tu pelo como el color de los rayos del sol es asi gran belleza tan lindo

imperialism by myself

where are the thieves
who stole my land
stole my gift
and commercialized it
rogues who played
with my personal euphorias
spilling shame all over the batch
my batch of happiness
interest and acknowledgement is cool
but exploitation is a muthafucka
we just wanted respect
for being us and that is what we are
can't be mad at us cause you don't feel it real
saw everybody else tumbling
so you decided to fall down the hill
can't blame us
for really loving it true
understood and spoke the culture
before you knew
what the rage was all about
n.w.a was always my lullabies
east coast, glass toast to anybody
ready to die
big and pac were my heroes
without capes but with poetry
filled me with a purpose to love
and go back before my time
and fall in love again with hip-hop
you see i never used to love her
i always will

barely aloof by myself

fascinated by what they say
the clothes they wear
the cars they drive
how they move eyes
when people see their ice
and how they walk
and their life
ooh ooh they so fascinated
by themselves
fascinated when they're
glorified and additionalized
to the bigger bandwagon
fuck making one on your own
when it's so much better
to just riiide
sit back, sit back, and let me riiide
fascinated the hip muthafuckas
are, but they leave out the e
waiting to get in that jar
fascinated by the bigger ones
constantly in the mirror
fascinated by pretty dreams
and other pretty things of
mystical and magickal
proportion like
peacock feathers
unicorns and crystal weather
because it's so cool
fascinated by what they see
thinking they are everything
just because they're doing something
when
.....
Bitch! you just doing it
to say you're doing it

When I Heard The Learn'd Astronomer by Walt Whitman

When I heard the learn'd astronomer
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide,
and measure them,
How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,
Till rising and gliding out I wandered off by myself
In the mystical moist night air, and from time to time,
Looked up in perfect silence at the stars

"Hope" is the thing with feathers- by Emily Dickinson

"Hope" is the thing with feathers-
That perches in the soul-
And sings the tune without the words-
And never stops-at all-

And sweetest-in the Gale-is heard
And sore must be the storm- That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm-

I've heard it in the chillest land-
And on the strangest Sea-
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb-of Me

the god by myself

a god's work is never done
i hear many voices and speak many sounds
as i unravel my magic
melodious tunes to how i move
how i maneuver through the world

a god's work is never done
i feel so many emotions and work to control the world
as i sit in the corner
unnoticed and sing
how i effect my sphere of the world

a god's work is never done
i see things you couldn't imagine
deities' eyes see many things
see the real and the fake
how i create and control them in my palm

a god's work is never done
i taste so many flavors of jealousy
bitter to my tastebuds
savory to thyself
how i grow from sharp tongues

a god's work is never done
i sense the hidden among the masks
watch me as i work
the god is a full time job
how i do it without pay is amazing

capture, broken rapture by myself

celestial to me
cause i prayed for my odds to change
looked into the eyes of God
in perfect silence at the stars
asked Him for someone important

a few days later, you gave me your number

smile, talk, and laugh
disagree and make love
by parallel structure we perpetuated
possibilities between you and i
stonger on our feet, then on our backs

it's like you captured me

finally someone's captured me
and i capture them the same
equilibrium emancipating everytime
i look into your stars...i mean eyes
asked God were you special

i asked Him for a sign

i found a Taurus
bounding towards my red heart
for capture, for puncture
bounding, believing
in my hopes, fears, and desires

now the matador is wounded

my bedsheets...i mean capes
lay motionless, stagnant like the winter stone
so cold, cold to the touch,
the mere memory of you
and now you're gone