All I can seem to write about is him...

Yo. Just another love poem.

Loves Limit:

Baby...
I...have a confession,
I love you.
Not just that regular fly by night type love...
Naw.
That, baby I love you with my soul type love.
That, baby I love you only when I ...breathe type love.
That, I dream about you every night when I sleep type love.
Yea...baby, I'm in love with you.

I wanna show you new depths of passion, be the only one you need when you dream of love. On some L.L type shit, yea I'm in need of love.

Not that, only know me when you feel you need it type love.
Not that, every single day I fuckin' hate you type love.
Not that motivated by lust, riddled with lies type love.
Naw baby...Naw.
But that, you could be my personal supply of happiness type love.
Yea, baby...I love you.

I need you to teach me all the secrets that you need in love, help me pave the way to suceed to love.

Not that, only said it to get what I need type love.
But that, planning out our future only wanna be with you type love.
That, kiss you all night while you sleep type love.
That, remind you everyday that you're all I...breathe type love.
Yea...baby, I'm completley IN love with you.

All I want is to know that we'll make it in love. All I need is to reach the impossible through love.

Not that, insecure mediocre I love you because you love me type love.
Not that, selfish ass all about me me me type love.
But that, becoming a better me to work towards US type love.
That...If I can't have forever with you, I don't want forever type love.
Yea...that type of love.

Loves Limit,higher than anything one could achieve in love.
Float away with me...to be in love.
There, we'll live happily...all we need is love.

AND, just incase you don't know by now...Baby, I LOVE you.

-Robyn

He say/She say bullshit...

Yo.
Because I feel I need to do a post BUT I'm being so lazy tonight...I'll post another old poem! Enjoy!


HE say....SHE say.
THEY say.....
and THEY believe.

Walk into a room and imediatley THEY whisper.
I search the crowd for a familiar face, but i see none.
But still THEY whisper.
I continue to walk..
thinking maybe they dislike my looks...maybe.
And if thats the case, i like them..so i continue to stride with pride.
When i get close enough i hear select words.
Words to let me know, it isnt my attire their attacking.
Whispers of "I heard she fucked him"...and" Girl, i know she did him.."Knowing they cant be talking about me....KNOWING,
because i dont even know them nor the names they speak.

HE say....SHE say.
THEY say.....
and THEY believe.

The whispers continue though,
this time i hear my name and a brief description of my life.
So i think who are these people..
..why is my name coming from their lips?
& what are these things that i did?
....When did i do them?
because I know i damn for sure dont remember him....or him.
I dont remember that or.....that
Oh.... it's ok, these people must have me confused
confused with some "hoe"..
So i take a seat and listen to all the other things
....& i think damn this "hoe" must be a porn star,
one of the best,got them talking bout her like that!
......I just wished they didn't confuse our names.

HE say....SHE say.
THEY say.....
and THEY believe.

The looks of disgust and dissatifation are thrown my way
...I look back and say no..i have to warn them of their mistake
"Um, not being nosey..but you must have me confused with someone else...
I dont even know those people...and I have never done those things.
But the girl yall have me confused with Im sure is pretty paid..
She know all the tricks and shit, she's a pornstar right?"
They look back and laugh...I start to laugh as well at their mistake.
Laughs continue..
Then they start to respond..
"Pornstar huh?..Thats what you call yo self?..
Just cause you do what they do..dont mean u tht good."
...confused, i look back and say "No ma'am that aint me..
I havent done those things, BUT ITS OK, its a simple mistake!"

HE say....SHE say.
THEY say.....
and THEY believe.

The laughs continue as they walk away
....So i think gosh me and tht girl must look alot alike!
I see now that its no changing their minds
....they think im her. No. They think thats me.
But how..and why?! These people dont even know me.
They heard this..and they heard that, all from their BESTfriends
so it has to be true?! or at least thats what SHE, HE...and THEY think.
But i want to prove them wrong....
Dont want those lies to be me.
So everytime i hear the whispers, i come to my defense...
"No ma'am/sir that aint me"..
same reaction everytime?!
Confusion circles my brain..
why does no one believe me?
..I mean i know me best right?
I know my actions....
I know more than they do!

HE say....SHE say.
THEY say.....
and THEY believe.

But everyone thinks they know..
So everywhere i go, the whispers go as well.
"I heard she fucked him" and "Girl, i know she did him"
...and instead of wasting my breath i smile back at them
let them talk that shit!
Because no matter what I say...
THEY alway "know" more...
"know" more about me than i do?!
..i know right???...how can that be true?
but its cool just let THEM do what they do.
Because the simple-minded are starting to takeover
People that will believe whatever
...until it comes to their name.
..Until their name gets confused with someone elses
...Until their defenses dont work
....Until the whispers start to follow them.

HE say....SHE say.
THEY say.....
and yea, THEY always believe.

I'm just so tired.

Yo.
Me & her relationship....remains rocky.
& somethings I try soo hard to hold in but I am unable!

All to familiar yelling.

A few punches to the face.

Tears stream from my eyes.

Shock on your face.

You want to know why tears are rollng down my face?

You want to know why I'm crying this time...

What makes this time different from all the others?

Psychically...I feel nothing. Repeatedly

But mentally?...I'm breaking down.

Does it make you feel better when you hit me?

Does it set all of your anger free?

What pushes you to think...that I am a punching bag?

What drives you to feel relief after you bruise me?

How much damage have I done to deserve this?

....& when will it end?

Because frankly...I'm tired.

Bruised face...swollen eyes,

But I tell myself that it will be okay.

It usually is.

Where else would the anger go if not to me?

Who would have to recieve it if not me?

But this time, I am tired.

Tired of the threats,

....the mood swings

....the bruises

Tired that you never apologize.

You think it's okay.

You think because you are my shelter...

that you've purchased this punching bag.

But today, I'm just so tired Mama.

Too Tired.

...Flawed Barbie --->

Yo.
So...I was going through some old poems I wrote when i used to write frequently. Smh, I need to get back on it. I forgot I had wrote this one.....ENJOY!

[Excuse the way it is typed..I was going through a little phase when I thought I'd type all my shit like that..smh!] EDIT: I came back and fixed the way it was typed, it was realllyyyyy bothering me to see it! Ughh!


-----UNPERFECT BARBIE-----

The way I live is like a false reality...
Like a toyland ====> & Im the BARBiiE
My world seems as if Im trapped in plastic
................................I can not breathe
I only move at the control of their hands
Im made up to perfection but no true happiness
I sit with that permanent smile on my face
========> unable to show emotion
because I'm trapped.................
trapped in this colorful box with a film of plastic.
My body is in a weird pose...but still I'm smiling.
My hands are pressed against the film...
begging someone to save me from this box
...to purchase me and save me from display.
&& SOMEONE does..........
SOMEONE likes my look & the possibilities they see in me
SOMEONE purchases me & takes me home
rips me from my box...my safe enviornment
careful to save the wrapping just incase
...just incase Im not exactly what they want
Im immediatley thrown into my new life...
my new surroundings--to see how I work.
They move me around making up things they think I would say...
...............................things I would never say.

Smiling trapped in plastic--yea thats how I feel

They control my movement...what I wear...everything but my mind.
So quickly they realize Im boring--Just another toy
.....just another toy that can be tossed to the side
They put me back in the box--
positioning me in an even wierder position, my hair a little tossled
& they return me to where I came from.
...Return me because once again I am unwanted.
Once again i am just on display
Waiting....
Waiting on my next potential owner to use me and toss me back into this box.
............toss me back like trash

My life is on display.........
My heart lies cold and hard...like plastic
...Just another unperfected BARBiiE!

-December 1, 2008

Yesterday...

Yo.
Welcome to all my lovely new followers. Because I'm not really in the mood to talk shit today, I'll post a poem written by yours truly.!

[..Yesterday..]

"Im done."
...With?
"You."

Simple.
As simple as it gets.
...still my mind rushed to bring meaning to these words.
My heart paused...paused because I knew exactly what it meant.
The simplest way to break up with someone...I knew that it was over.

It feels like yesterday...it's been a year, but still everyday feels like yesterday.
...with everyday being yesterday, have I really moved on?
...
I wake up this morning yearning to talk to you,to tell you how far I've come.
To brag...to prove...
but there is nothing to prove.
I wish I could tell you that I've moved on.
I wish I could tell you that I was happy...as you.

Yeah...Ive grown,
Yeah...I'm more mature,
Yeah...I've done all this great shit mentally because of our outcome
...But emotionally?...Emotionally its still yesterday.
I wish yesterday would stop being today.

Simply put I miss you.
I know that this is best...but still I miss you.
Is this where I'm supposed to be?
...too scared to try again, too scared to love?
am i supposed to resent those who try?
am i supposed to...still love you?

It feels like yesterday...it's been a year, but still everyday feels like yesterday.
...with everyday being yesterday, have I really moved on?
...

Yea, i wrote this after the whole "It's been a year" post. [If you missed it, check it out ---> *HERE*]. Don't worry I'll be back to my shit talkin self soon! Until next time...Toodles!

Ghetto Poem--wtf is malt likka & bar ba q? -lol

Yo.
Hello everyone. This is just another random post, nothing to discuss in general. I was reading someones blog and had to post this....! It is the ghetto-est poem I've ever read. I'm all for recieving poetry from guys but this? This...Im pretty sure I could do without. Hella funny though. Enjoy! :)

Ghetto Poem:

Gurl I love you, straight up fa sho

Or I wouldna told them ova girls not to call me no mo
I knewed it was true, da first day I seent you
Why you thank I do, the thangs I do?

Rememba ha I usta wine and dine you,
Schlits Malt Likka and Bar Ba Q?
I gave you a bubble baff and fed you grapes
cuz dey was on sale that week a dolla ninety eight.

Romantic evenins afta dark
Skreet light walks around da park
Like the very first time you had came ova my house.

And you got all skerd cuz that roach was on yo timbs
I was right there wit a can o' spray
to be yo super man and save da day.

I ain't even pay my light bill,
so I can take you to da club...
Don't knock ova dos candles and burn up my rug!
And dat night we made luv for a long little bit of time
I hope you got yours, cuz I shole nuff got mine!
I woke up early and made you breffix in bed
Sep for I ain't have no juice, no grits, and no eggs.
Didn't have no cereal and was fresh outta milk.
so we had some toast and some tato chips.
I use to rub lotion on ya feets and massage ya back
I found you some glue when you lost one of yo tracks.

Now what man you knowed
ever loved you like dis?
Gurl please just take my name
off dat chile support list.


lol, seriously this is soo funny to me. Anywho. Toodles!

A short poem on Love.

Yo.
So my weekend at home was definitely most needed. I got a little of my sanity back...lol! I hope you guys’ weekend was wonderful as well. Tonight my post will be pretty short. Just a few feelings on "Love".... Enjoy!

Love.
I am infatuated by love; in lust with the beauty of love.
I am Love's groupie.
I've been chasing. But every time I catch it...it just struggles free.
I yearn for the feelings, for the completion it brings.
I admire love.
It escapes; I have to find it again. I have to have it.
When it's in my presence, I freeze up. I go wild like the groupie I am.
I’m at a loss of words, but I know what I feel.
I know that I feel overtaken. I know that I feel...complete.
Love is the quickest runner I know.
Just when I think I’ve caught it, forever...
It slips away.
Love is the most beautiful pain I’ve felt.
Even when Love hurts me, even when it leaves...
I can't help but to remember.
Remember the good times me and love have shared.
All the smiles and knowledge love has brought me.
Call it an obsession if you will.
I am infatuated by love. In lust with the beauty of love.
I am Love's groupie.

Why do I find so much beauty in love…even after I feel I’ve lost mine? Anywho... until next time Toodles!