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Projections

Through experience and observation, I’ve come to realize that  no other person will ever be made in our image except ourselves. So that if there is a such thing as a ” soul mate” – or whatever phrase is more appropriate today- he/she will also be made in an image of their own and this will more than suffice.

I’ve come to find that the things that draw us closer to people are more complex than the  the images our eyes project. which is why I believe that what makes us of fall in love stretches beyond the natural senses, past explanation and reaches further than the  lengths of time and distance.

What do you think friend?

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Many Truths

I know myself in ways that I could never explain.

At time I feel like a slave who isn’t aware of his own chains.

Other times I focus so much on my faults that I take an unfair amount of the blame,

using weed and meditation to alleviate the pain.

My goal is to escape to a place hidden from the eyes

And to no longer express anger or bitterness towards the people who have told me lies.

Often I find myself living two lives;

one on the ground and the other in the sky.

This causes me to feel like I’m running out of time.

So I’ve been convincing myself to do it all at once.

Making me too impatient for kindness inappropriately blunt, and blindly in love with women I can’t have until they give me what I want.

But on the other hand, I got this gift you see?

A style that makes people want to be just like me.

When I touch their souls I sense a purpose

and they love me so much that it makes me nervous.

If I knew where I was headed, I’d proudly lead the way.

But I’m still unsure whether I should leave or stay.

If leaving will hurt then staying will make me feel blue.

Guess this is how life is when you’re living many truths.

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Prophecies from the Avenue

Manifestations and revelations

Astro traveling with no destination

Ego’s in search of a self destructive truth

Poets organizing melodies in a booth

Sleeping giants being resurrected

To the call of queens who’ve been disrespected

Werewolves who aren’t afraid of silver

Ghettos prophets without a filter

Everyone alive but no one living

Mercenaries who have forgot their mission

Many asking and only few being chose

Paved soil somehow birthing a rose

Dark clouds that blot out the sun

Free spirits being shunned

That which is seeking is being sought

Those who are teaching are being taught

Saved souls who prefer sinning

The last days are only the beginning

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Supernova

When the universe speaks its time to listen

Or you’ll end up a wonderer without a mission

Signs are hidden in plane sight

Like landminds, ready to ignite

The call for greatness cannot be ignored

Each journey offering a little bit more

Where this road ends, we don’t yet know

These lives we lead are the lives we’ve chose

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Lifestyle

Menace to society

In my neighborhood I’m the kid who my neighbors fear and hate.

I’m come off as overly aggressive and easily agitated because my providers have never made me feel safe.

While walking home from school or the park, I often envision how life would be, if I were smart.

The darkness seems to have gotten me surrounded, so I apologize if I’m always frowning.

My enemies seem to outnumber my friends so I end my relationships before they begin.

years mental abuse have made me numb, so can’t imagine loving anyone.

Inside of my head is never silent, so I’m peaceful settings I often become violent.

Sometimes people try to help me get over my fears, but I can’t help but feel like no one cares.

Maybe things would be easier if I were famous and rich, but that dream can be easily interrupted by a pinch.

One day I might admit the way I feel and confess my truth so that I can finally heal.

I guess only time will tell, if I’ll ever escape from this rotten hell.

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Hollywood Slim

There once was a kid who had nowhere to go. He had a whole lot of mouth but nothing to show. So he went to streets and started walking around with heat. Hustled on other niggas corners so he was always in some beef. But shorty had potential that kept deeply buried, he was tired of running the streets and making his mom worry. He wanted to be star but he was too scared to mention, he was smartest kid in class but he stayed in detention. He wasn’t all the bad he just needed some attention, couldn’t go see his dad so instead he climbing fences.Every night he would go home and write down his dreams and imagine how life was behind the big screen. Thinking of way that he could grind is way out, all the pain from the past made him want to scream and shout. Before he’d go to sleep at night he’d pray to above, everybody saw trouble but he really needed love.

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What’s reality?

I believe that we are all afraid and because we are afraid we create personalities as defense mechanism against this world which seems so unpredictable at times.

We never know what will or won’t happen and it causes us to create super hero’s in our minds; who’s jobs are to protect of from the chaos.

In effect, these super hero’s become personalities that we take on often take on to fight anyone or anything perceived to threaten our so called existence.

If this is true, if we can create various personalities based on our fears and perceptions of the world; how can we really say that who we claim to be or what we claim to see is real?

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