My Nightmares....

My nightmares are reminders of all the bad things I've done.
I try my best to forget once I awake
But the terrors of my past I can't seem to shake
They've been more vivid as of late
And always sneak their way back in when I'm alone as topics I contemplate
Whether it be karma or twisted fate
I guess I've finally been served full circle with my wrongs on a plate
Sooner or later I figured the problems I pushed aside
Have become the very problems that give chase
Nothing like trying to hide from yourself
Because you've become the very things you hate
Praying for a second chance hoping it ain't too late
But what a tangled web I've weaved
Hopes for clarity so myself I deceive
Attempting to drown my evils through alcohol and weed
But it only seems to bring out the worst in me
So in the end once again my nightmares have become reality....

By: The Poet Q

Letter To My Unborn

A letter to my unborn if i don't get to see you its because your father was a
rolling stone, a apple that fell to far from the tree rolled down his own path
and tried to make his own history. I would start by saying i love you and im
proud of everything you do. Be true to you, take care of your mom
stick to her your love will be like glue, remember God in everything that you do. When you
look in a mirror your father likeness you will see, your personality, your looks all that you got from me.
Don't forget strength in your self, rise above average don't let people determine your self worth,
be kind to strangers because that is how you network. Do unto others as you want to be done to you
don't lie keep your nose clean and mistakes you wont have to undo. I know there will come a time
you will be lost in search of your own identity, get on your knees and pray each day to the holy trinity.
I tear up as i write this letter i wish i could've been there to guide you, keep you away from harm.
But instead im here in heaven looking down on you and all the things that you do. Above all know i
love and i will always be proud of you.

By: BTT

Intellectual To Sexual....

Usually our interactions are strictly intellectual
But tonight for some reason things have become sexual
The body language you sending me is enticing
And my pressure is rising fast it's a little frightening
Until you sat on my lap and started kissing me
Now I know the feelings real and you want me also
My hands are running all over your body
I hope this is what you really want cause you got it
We're about to explore a new way to relieve each others stress
And it's even better because we both been feeling this way for awhile
We tearing each others clothes off
Things are getting a little hot and a whole lot wild
As I lay you on your back
You holding me tight, gasping like you having a heart attack
The way you saying my name
Is motivating me to hold nothing back
I would have never thought our interactions could ever
Go from intellectual to sexual....

By: The Poet Q

Why Do You Stay?

Why do you stay ? listen to what you say
I don't do this, I should've done that
Why do you stay? listen to what you say
He did this, and he didn't do that
Why do you stay? listen to what you say
You dont pay attention, and did i fail to mention you neva listen
Why do you stay? listen to what I say
If I aint shit, then why don't you dip no need to
roll words over those lips. no need to trip you
should've been out of gas by now.
Why do you stay? listen to what you say, on second thought
No need why don't I just leave.....

By: BTT

And This Is For....

This is for my sister, we ain't blood related but I've watched you from elementary school to college, and listened to all your stories about the boys that dared to hold your heart hostage. I can't seem to tell you anything now that you're grown, but I'll still send you random messages to put a smile on your face the next time you check your phone.

This is for my brother, see I'll probably never utter these words to you but as little as we speak and even though we only share a father I got mad love for you. I still look at them pictures we took that one summer. I wish you could of kept visiting and maybe that would have changed the words I want to say to you but they seem to always go missing.

And this one is for you.... I grabbed a liqour bottle to drown my sorrow, closed my eyes, saw your face, heard your voice and wished I could undo all the mistakes of my yesterdays and tomorrows. I'm happy God blessed me with your presence, you turned a cold heart warm again then left it unaccompanied and unnoticed. Even if we never cross paths again I just want to say thank you for those few good moments.

By: The Poet Q

Man In The Mirror

Who are you? when you blink I lose sight of you.
I know you, when you wash your face, im there in the sink with you.
I caught you looking at lil mama ...yea I winked too.
When you were ducking those bullets, I was taking cover with you
When your heart broke, I was broke too.
When you lost your self I couldn't find a reason
blinking twice was like the changing of a season
drowning in a 80 proof pool looking for a life guard
and I found you. Chasing a dream in the wind , like a
note at sea, when I see you I see me, staring at a mirror
thinking patiently.

By: BTT