I’m a ghost

Don’t see me coming
Don’t see me going
Always up to something
Spirit is all that left
Created at the time of death
Halloween is the
time I choose to bee seen.
When you see me
you think
it’s only a bad dream.
I have the power
to bring nightmares
to reality
So don’t sleep on me.
Invisible like the wind
but powerful like a tornado.
Smile turns to a evil grin
and you see me in shadows.
Fit through any tiny space
since I’m non-vertebrate.
Clone myself every minute.
in the morning.
A whole army of me
in the evening.
Ready to attack in full force
like the North Koreans.
Predict and preparing war
I’m ready to settle a score
like the NBA playoffs
in overtime.
I’m in disguise
I’m the sun
in broad day light
to help you shine.
12 hours later
to night time
and it gets ugly
like the left
side of two face.
I am among your
space
and I’m white like
the moon
and I will cause harm
very soon
I’m a maniac like
A loony tune
and deadly like a
poison mushroom.
You don’t see me coming
You don’t see me going
I’m always up to something.
You can’t smell me neither
I have no flesh or skin either.
Think of ice freezing
and I’m the water was
from your roof piling
while it’s snowing.
Make your life cold and hard.

Who Is The LifeGuard?

The art of gaining is to go through real pain.
Suffering through pain makes the mind severely insane,
In which on a positive note builds the character,
to which you learn the hard way which will make you wiser.

Whether it’s mentally or physically, a person get broken down.
Imagine your in a 30 feet pool about to drown,
but at that point instead of giving up, you find a way to build up,
Relying on that lifeguard to bring you up,
To motivate your life, give you that CPR,
Telling you that you suffocate at the bottom to show you life is hard.
The lifeguard gives you the mouth to mouth.
A opponent laid out cold, like Mike Tyson knocked him out.
When knocked out you have a choice,
Either to give up and be weak or to fight and be strong,
Life guard gives to you strength to show that your life has theme song,
But the lifeguard can only show the right path,
Its on you to choose the right path,
To fight for your life and gain it back,
To be back on track,
To learn about life, build your character,
remember the pain, gain the knowledge/strength ,
Mentally and physically
to make you stronger.
Become your own motivator

After reading this poem, who do you think is the life guard?

Answers To My Own Questions

Tired of letting things slide

How many things I let slide?

How intense are the emotions bottled up inside?

Why do I let negative thoughts reside?

Why do I allow these words slide by like water rides?

 

For years I let people get away with shit and I ‘m sick of it.

Nice guys finish last, and for this reason I can’t let go of the past.

A thought is a seed that grows into a large oak tree.

It’s identified as the black charge of the jumper cable, which explains why I’m not able

                              To be comfortable.

 

 

What fear does to the body

What is it that I fear?

What is it that I hear?

Why does my heart beat fast?

Why can’t I let go of the past?

 

A fear so deep, has my heart pounding.

It’s hard for me to think, but I’m still trying.

My focus is weak, and time goes by fast.

My mind, more regrets sink, my body won’t last

                             As time past.

 

My deepest fear

Is it the fear of commitment?

Is it the fear of flying?

Is it the fear of public speaking?

Is it the fear of rejection?

 

Lack of an erection, is why I ducked commitment.

Broken wings, is why I sink instead of levitating.

Slow speech of tongue, is why I don’t speak much in public.

A broken heart, is why  I learned to hate my actions

                                 With a passion

Poem Duet(Should I Write A Poem)

Tiffanee’s Verse:

I Should Write a Poem

I should write a poem about how my life is about to change
I should write a poem about how I won’t have as much money to my name
I should write a poem about living on my own
I should write a poem about how I’m grappling with living alone
I should write a poem about the thousands of lists that I’ve generated
I should write a poem about the constant thoughts that my brain are penetrated with
I should write a poem about how I’m becoming a big girl
I should write a poem about this how it is to be in the real world
I should write a poem about how sometimes I can’t sleep
I should write a poem about how I wonder how I will eat
I should write a poem about how this change may cause me stress
I should write a poem about how little things that were once big I’ll care for less
I should write a poem about how this next step will make me strong
I should write a poem about how I’ll prove any of my doubters wrong
I should write a poem about how any negative thoughts I have are plain petty
I should write a poem about how in this moment I’m ready

 

David’s Verse:

You Should

With God’s help
You should write a poem.
With God’s help
You should make it really long.
With God’s help
You should recite to me your poem.
With God’s help
You should have the power to turn it into a lovely song.
With God’s help
You should not have to worry about making it on your own
because the road your taking, I plan to come along.
With God’s help
You should accomplish everything on your to do list.
With God’s help
You should allow your reality evolve from a wish.
With God’s help
You should be proud that you are more than a big girl.
With God’s help
You should be proud for being a woman in this real world.
With God’s help
You should be comfortable enough to sleep.
With God’s help
You should be blessed for having the hunger to help you to eat.
With God’s help
You should be able to accomplish what’s next.
With God’s help
You should have the power to co-exist with stress.
With God’s help
You should be able to remain strong.
With God’s help
You should not worry about when you do wrong.
With God’s help
You should not worry about proving people wrong.
With God’s help
You should not care about people’s petty judgments.
With God’s help
You should know that a negative thought is only fiction.
With God’s help
You should know that your poem is a dose of reality.
With God’s help
You should know that the dark days are hidden items in a video game
that re-energize your life
With God’s help
You should know that you’ll never die,
since he provide eternal life,
so when it’s your time and he calls upon,
be ready

Poem Duet (A conversation about money)

David’s Verse:

Money creates the most stress in life.
Currency is needed to stay current
because of lack of funds
have the power to make your character old fashion.
Goals to achieve in life is a huge attraction
like NYC skyscrapers and a Garden City mansion“.

 

Tiffanee’s Verse:

Money forces reality to hit as the real status of the bank account sits.
Seeing the paycheck received lights up every twinkle in your eye. But the responsibility coming your way there’s no choice but, to kiss it goodbye.
The rent is due, groceries need to be bought, that car you drive every day needs to be paid. $500 to your name and you forgot about the dinner plans you made with your friend that day.

Dreams of a comfortable life: roof over your head, food to eat, job you like.
Sometimes money problems cause a lot of strife in life.
You worry you can’t maintain the old life you once lived, the new things going on changes you.
You realize really quick that you ain’t no fool.
You wisen up on how to save, all those money decisions you used to make aren’t necessarily craved.

Money can be the root of all evil but, if used wisely maybe it can be for good.
Tight binds, scheduled payments it can keep you on track. Life will always have it’s challenges but, at least managing money will prepare you for that.”

 

David’s Verse:

“Money changes character
like a leaf that can change a color.
Personalities become foul like a strong odor
from the zoo.
Money is the root of all evil, this is old news.
Money is needed to build more churches and better schools,
but it’s spend in the hood buying weed to look cool.
Never a balance, the broke has low self esteem,
the rich is arrogant.
Almost impossible to find that perfect balance.
How do you find the right amount of confidence?
There is a science to this madness called crime.
Lack of currency, scrilla, paper, or however you wanna phrase it, increases the murder rate.
But an abundance of this material that cause evil
have the ability to not only change personality, but to change physical shape of our bodies.
Asses and breast pop up like pop ups on computer screens.
Tattoos and piercings cover our bodies,
rappers in unison in public have the environment looking like a prison yard.
Life is always hard, but remember money make people appear out of nowhere like magic.
People will begin to follow and stalk on you, you are a target and your followers are on stealth mode.
Compliments, hugs and kisses don’t mean shit, when money is in your pocket.
This is a cold world when pocket full of money, so keep a gun nearby and keep it off safety.”

 

A Story of How I Almost Gave Up

Late night, reminiscing of times before I knew you exist.
I came a very very long way, lessons I will never forget.
Painful moments was regrets, but eventually turned to lessons.
I know more now compared to back then, but still have unanswered questions.
Life is short like abbreviations, a fast paced world as my mind advances.
Lives are the doors and over the years I walked from door to door.
I was a salesman that knocked on them, usually the door remained closed or only opened for a few seconds.
A lot of rejections and even though that comes with the business of being a salesmen,
my confidence, I started to question.
Feet was tired from walking, sweet honest words I was tired of speaking.
Even though I was selling a dream, I wasn’t robbing them for money, I was stealing their attention, trying to give them the whole world in a moment.
But yet I was failing, usually by landslide, but at times I came close to passing.
The closer I came to passing,  the more I complained when I faced rejection.
So I know a heartbreak probably hurts 10 times more when breakups happen so close to the wedding.
Still a lot more attractive houses left, but I took a break and rested my feet.
I changed my approach and use devil techniques.
I did whatever it took to satisfy my needs.
Lies wasn’t something I was proud of but I wanted to satisfy my needs by any means.
So because I focused on the currency, telling them what they wanna hear was the cheat.
I did get better results, needs was satisfied, but yet why did success feel overrated?
Was it because I was cheating?
At first I thought hard work was overrated, but quickly learned success is overrated 
when you make it through life by cheating.
So I was a robot going through the process, I become emotionless.
But then I found your door, knocked on it, and it was wide open.
I thought to myself, maybe I’m a just fool trying to impress another person 
or your the fool that’s a victim of a selfish man requirement.
But what was different was I was invited in and now it’s  two years later and still haven’t left.
I’m nice and comfortable and got a tour of the inside.
The furniture and decorations, now this is love at first sight.
The door is closed behind me, but the key to the outside still visible upon my eye sight.
I don’t know what’s the best decision to make now for a better future,
but all of my rejections was previous lessons that made me much wiser.
Now the key that’s visible, you can unlock the door and let me back out
Or we  can dwell together in this house forever.
I hope you make the right decision after reading this letter,
And if you do, I promise you to give you the world in every moment, forever.

I’m Tired Of Living

Explain how I feel

or describe what I see

I articulate what’s real

and neglect every dream.

When I close my eyes

my mind begins to speak.

It feels like real life

even though I fell asleep.

I wake up to a new day

and never enough sleep.

Weariness on my face

makes my brain asleep.

Life is a pool

and the water is deep.

Its calm and cool

but I lack the technique.

Can’t stroke or float

Can’t move or breathe

Not a sailing ship or boat

so my large body will sink

I’m a penny in the toilet

no choice but to sink

breathless and voiceless

I’m not feather or a leaf.

No air in my lungs

and I can’t see

I’m not a talking sponge

and I will drown in sea.

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My feelings on black people using the word N*gga

The n*gga word is a cancer and I have used it.
It’s an addiction and I have to stop it.
I won’t lie, in this poem will be honest.
I heard this in R rated movies and rap lyrics.
I love rap music and always will.
Some lyrics are so cold, it gives me chills
and I’m being for real.
There are a lot of black men I look up to,
like Martin Luther King, Barack Obama, Kobe Bryant, Leborn James, there are many more
but I’m just naming a few.
The one black man I admire the most is Malcolm X.
He stands for what he believes in, a strong Muslim that fought for black independence.
Sometimes I wish he still existed and was still living.
I wish I had half the heart that he did.
Because in the 1960’s in America, it was a lot of racist shit back then.
The world was violent for African Americans
and Blacks were outnumbered by the educated whites but Malcolm still choose to fight.
He tried to fight the black man war in America
and I can’t even show up prepared to my own battle.
It’s so sad though thinking about what this world have came to.
I wonder what would Malcolm would do?
I wished he was still alive.
Now in the fourth line of this poem,
I stated ” Some lyrics are so cold, it gives me chills
and I’m being for real”.
Listening to hardcore rap is a good feel
but yet and I hate to say it, because I don’t like to judge other men
but rap has increased the ignorance.
This is old news.

For years gangsta rap has been in the news.
Now I believe almost all rappers mean well
and I get it, its business and they have to make record sales.
N*ggas, bitches*, gunshots, these words in rap lyrics sale.
I’m guilty of using the word ‘n*ggas’ and referring to women as ‘b*tches’.
Truth be told, words have the power to build and destroy, its an addiction.
I was listening to a few Malcolm X speeches, and I also saw a youtube video of his daughter speaking(I will post a video below) about her opinion on the n*gga word
and it made me think.
I want to be a strong black man, but I can’t unless I get rid of my demons.
The negative words I have been using for years.
Now the slang definition of n*gga
N*gga – A word that only black people use to call there homies if a white person uses it they are some deep shit.
Forget about the word n*gga and think about it like this.
How can you get mad about something somebody else do or say to you
if your doing it yourself?
This question I just asked is a poison that not came out the closet
because we only care about how we treat ourselves but not others.
This world is full of hypocrites.
Now nobody is perfect, and like I said, numerous times I have said ‘n*gga’
but I must stop it and I will pray I never use this word again.
Now maybe not all black would agree, but I’m just saying what I believe.

There are plenty of black intelligent people that are capable of achieving many things that use the word “n*gga” on a daily basis but in this world, sad to say, but you barely get judged by what’s in your heart and by  your actions, but very quickly you  get judged by what you have, what you wear and what you say.

Now everybody is welcome to comment on this

Should black people use the word n*gga?

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Death Tried To Follow But Couldn’t Keep Up

My mind is desolate
my world is dark as its ever been.
It feels like death follows me.
I tried to remain nowhere to be seen,
but I’m being stalked to death
by death.
He knows the size and shape of shadow
and he didn’t use a measuring tape.
Should I dig my own grave and drift to other side?
Is it time to end my life, should I commit suicide?
Jump off NYC buildings, shoot full metal jackets, drinking bleach, or starve myself to death
before I become next.
I don’t run away, I refuse to get chased
but I’m too arrogant to get slayed
by deaths name
so should I put myself in harms way
by my own hands, I think this too myself
while drinking straight liquor without a chase.
Forget the precious creation of my face, I’m running out of time and death
just jumped ahead to second place from eight place.
Death shall not win my race, I will always be first place.
This is my race, I created the track, death just runs on it.

Do people really mean it when they say “Take As Long As You Want”?

“Take as long as you want”,

Hmm is this statement overrated?

Even the strongest lungs aren’t perfect.

I know that has nothing to do with this,

but think about it for a minute.

Let your conscience visit for a second

and listen.

When you say “Take as long as you want”

do you really mean it?

Does patience exist forever or does it

began to vanish?

It’s hard to abandon the ones you love

or the ones that mean well and giving it

eveything they got, but

what if it never get better?

Are u going to help that person forever?

Are you going to stay around that person forever?

Do you know anything on this planet that last forever?

Well have you ever written a love letter?

After you written that love letter did you get rejected after?

Your heart just experinced a disaster.

You gave everything you got but it still didn’t get better.

Here are some provided examples:

Imagine as a woman being with a man that can’t obtain an erection.

Its the beginning of a relationship, he gets embrassed, but you work with him to fix.

But it’s almost 2 years and still don’t notice a difference.

Its still the same shit.

He visited a urologist, received cialis, but erections are still non-existent.

So in this case 2 years later, would you still have patience even though you love him?

Would you reminisce the amazing sexual intercourse from you exes?

Would start to wish that your current boyfriend had the confidence like your ex boyfriend?

Your ex-boyfriend calls you, would you reject his call or would you answer it?

Vice versa as man being with a woman that want to pratice abstinence.

She necessarily don’t want to wait before marriage, but she want you to be patient

with sex

since she had really bad experiences in her previous relationships.

Its been 3 years, you know her deepest secrets, she tell you everything about her personal busniess, you seen her in her weakest moments, you wiped the tears,

you always tell her how much you care,

ya hold hands in public, you treat her like a queen in private, you showed her that in this world, they are true gentleman, and no matter how much lust dwells within the hemispheres of your brain, you continue to remain patient agaian and again.

Hell, you barely even had the chance to caress her, and you know sex is something you been wanting to have with her, so you finally approach the idea of sex with her, telling here that you are ready take it to the next level, but she says she still don’t feel comfortable with you to take it to the bedroom, and she need more time.

You say its okay I understand , no problem that’s fine.

But is it really fine or are you lying?

Are you willing to wait 3 more years?

Are you willing to wait 2 more years?

Is this really fair?

Would you abandon the one you love even though you care?

Put yourself in their shoes and ask yourself is this true.

If you gave it everything you got but still wasn’t getting it, would you want that person trying help you abandon you?

Do you know what it feels like to have somebody give up on you?

Questions:

After reading this poem, I provided some questions for you to think about:

1) How do you truly know that you are ready to have sex with your signficant other? Is being comfortable a good enough reason to have sex or is there more to it?

2) If you boyfriend you have been with for a while, is having a hard time obtaining an erection and he tried everything from visiting the urologist and taking medications but nothing is working, could this affect your relationship?

3) Does being too patient get you hurt in the long run?

4) What is one thing no matter how hard you try that you just couldn’t accomplish?

5) Does hardwork really pay off?

Pick two out of fivethe questions that caught your interest the most and comment below?