You F'n Hate Me (explicit)

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Late Night Memoirs Pt. 2

I dont sleep so i think much, i often in vision possessing the things i cant touch. The things I want to be I can't ; im scared. Scared of success, scared of failure. You couldn't understand so don't judge, i'm sitting on the edge of forever all I need is a slight nudge.The hours getting late watching the sunset on the things I believe. Living with things my mind could've never conceived. I'm intelligent, but I Keep Making the same mistakes, when the love is real they say you will know, why is it i still have so far to go ?

By: BTT

Late Night Memoirs pt.1

I refuse to lose , i guest that's the man in me
I hate admitting when i'm wrong, id rather soak in silence, i hate Being meek i lean more toward violence, i love slow music but the soundtrack of my life has been drowned out by sirens. My motivation is positive driven by negativity, stone face killer but my emotion is my sensitivity. You can see the anger in my eyes i fight lividly, but when the victory is gained i maintained  my dignity and humility. In search of something deep because the shallow isn't fulfilling me.

By: BTT

 

The Purpose

Forget the future you built as a kid, when you get older you see

the failures of your youth and the things you did. Set the past in

motion when the circumstances of life rock you back and forth like

the ocean. Praying that dead end job don’t drive you past success at

a hundred miles an hour off the cliff of insanity. Then when you thought

you found the love of your life and vows get exchanged, kids become involved in

 the equation, two plus two equals me minus you. After eighteen years of

co-parenting,  graduating gowns are hung. You realize to your children

you were a hero un-sung. And you sit back in your golden years and reflect on the

things you could’ve done better, you find, open , and read old letters.

With tears in your eyes you know the end is near and there you lay without fear,

with the voices of your love ones flooding your ears. Right before you take your

 last breath you understand everything in your life was apart of a magnificent

plan. Nothing that happen will ever come to pass again. Now its on to judgment day

where you face the demons you struggled with from within.

By; BTT 

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Passions Prisoner (Collaboration)

The structure of this poem starts with The Poet Q and then to Ms. Bonita and so forth.

I can't help but to be prisoner to your passion
Bound by the emotions running through my body
Losing track of time and acting irrationally
Restrained by the fears of what was and what is
So I approach lightly not knowing the challenges
Trying to find a balance of too little and too much
I know I should slow down but too addicted to touch
Constantly yearning to taste your lips
Lost in passion kissing on your thighs with my hands on your hips
Toes curling, back arching, desire flowing
Where this will all lead to I am not knowing
But hoping that the unkwown is never
Wanting no end to come of this pleasure
So just keep me as your passions prisoner....

By: The Poet Q and Ms. Bonita

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11:45-12/04

Life flows clearly and with conviction as it specifically defines the path laid before me. I was chosen and so I chuse in this land of haves and want mores.. I now live a life worth living! A life that brings pause in the morning at the reality that joy has come! I'm now intertwined with the current that is my breathe and I grow past the pain, the hurt, the turmoil.. I stand up boldly in a land that pressed in on me from every side, producing these exquisite gems of less. a. price. and I give freely and yet wisely as I now soar..

The Vent

So far the saying stands true, watch what you do and the people around
You, the ones you stick your neck out for, when the tables are turned won’t even open
the front door, as my anger begins to swell you can tell I haven’t been able to deal
with this all that well. Karma is a bitch to some but she is a knight in shining armor to me , standing hear
waiting patiently for her arrival. I share a office and sit right across from my rival, not
knowing the plans i have in my head to end his survival. I try my hardest to remember
the principles i have read in the bible, but it’s my own fault I have become this homicidal
this bottle of liquor has become my pacifier, but if I said it didn’t make the situation worse
i would be a liar. my surroundings are slowly decaying me, the women of my dreams
seems to be getting less and less of my time i just keep reassuring her our life is like
wine it'll just get better with time. It’s cold in my mind with heat on outside
life and death is where I collide, with my own personality i try to coincide two fingers
to my head I salute suicide... the weight off my chest i try to blend in with the rest
but i am different, I am the real and they represent the fake, in my situation there is just
so much more at stake. 

By: BTT

The Curse

So many thoughts bombard my mind people I should’ve
left in the past with time. The gift and the curse, memories
equipped with vivid pictures alongside words I could
quote like scriptures. When tempers rose you floated away,
where was I when you needed me? Probably  somewhere
stuck in some twisted fantasy, fancy that I put you threw
 hell when I was in search of heaven. Father forgive
me because I’m lost in space, my eyes closed in search
of your face. I don’t know how long I can keep this pace
war in my mind with a piece in my hand. The gift and the curse vivid
pictures bombard my mind, things I should’ve forgot with time.


By: BTT

Gaining Oneself

I lost lust for the world
And gained love in life
Found a purposeful passion
Through kids and wife
Stumbled upon joy
In the midst of turmoil
Struggled with nightmares
Only to make true my dreams
Searched for a reason to smile
All while swimming in a pool of tears
Broke free of chains
Created by fears
Progressed from just fine
To walking sunshine
Walked through hell
With only success on my mind
And no room to fail
To reach the gates of heaven
And a touching story to tell....

By: The Poet Q

Scars

The fight for love the emotion that was supposed to fit like
a glove. The moment when you're supposed to let go and im
supposed to hold on, you go on bringing up old wounds
things buried in my mind, but seem to resonate in yours.
My heart turned cold two summers ago, and yet Ive keep
you warm. What kind of man am I? don't give me love mixed
with hate and not expect the same fate. All men make mistakes
so should we all be burned at the stake??? The snakes slither
in the grass hissing venom in your ear. But when you use the
spot light they freeze in place like deer. Ive given up my life and my dreams
willingly, but I have to come home to you grilling me. Go, Walk away
leave me you don't have to please, I just want to walk the road of life
 with ease. How can you ask the question why don't you stay if every
moment your pushing me away? The scars of yesterday cant heal over
night, so don't push me away for trying to make it right.

BTT

"one is the magic number"

Up the paddle without a stream
I apologize, y'all know what I really mean;
It's just that my minds fucked up right now ,
Everywhere and nowhere at once;
You live and you learn,
But if you don't take notes you're a dunce;
So go ahead wear the cap nigga,
Go ahead gimme that NECK, and a slap on the back of ya cap nigga;

It's like it's all a dream,
Prophetic of course, cuz when I wake;
All the screaming and fighting, laughing and crying,
Breaking and dying...
Slowly...
Is the state.
Who is there to talk to?
There's just me


By: Afromaven

Touche

Confused state of mind she not the first in her blood line
mind so stuck in the sublime she misses the bus of life man at home
thinking of wedding bells, while she in the streets selling booty tales. Where
along the road did you fall off? Late night corner walker tendencies
mixed with the things you telling me, so quick to hop in the sack. No delay, "do I look fat?
no lady but i think you live in the wrong habitat because you a animal, I Would
call you a pussy cat but you have dog tendencies with those puppy eyes you
giving me now you calling me harsh and insensitive but when I was thinking commitment
you aint have a shit to give. I think imma act like jay-z and just let you live. Party girl
by day when the sun set she back to her good girl act, undercover lover but we all
know what she do below. if only she knew what real love do, thinking him begging
for ass is a sign he love you . She needs to get on her knees and pray to the one
that’s above, because confusion He lacks , the same mind state He could put you
in that, it’s a cold world out there baby, you can’t change the thermostat.


BTT

Atlas

Atlas, oh Atlas
I have been blessed
With the strength of two of you
But unfortunately I have strayed
Too close to the sun
Out of time, I am out of time
Only a few grains remain in my hour glass
And living in this very moment
I will bask in it like it is my very last
These moments are for family
These moments are for friends
My world has rested on your shoulders
You have been there for me
Even as I reach my end....

By: The Poet Q

Giants

Anger sits on my chest and dictates my moves nothing you say
can make it go away. David had Goliath but I can’t slay my giants,
knowing I should walk away instead I choose to stay. I know God
said be slow to anger but the further I am from that, the closer I am to danger
no stranger I am to this concept. I try too hard to mold you, like a deck of
cards seems too easy to just fold you and start from scratch. I attach emotions
from the past and hang it from you never even giving a chance. As this wrath
has its dance but maybe I could romance with the thought of peace, peace of mind
peace of heart, married to this anger till death do us part?


By: BTT

My Brothers Keeper

Am I my brothers keeper?
Yes I am
I'll protect my own
I'll kill my fellow man for my brother
His family is my own
If he has not
Then mine shall become his home
Am I my brothers keeper?
Yes I am
If he passes before his son grows
Then I will teach him to become a man
If he leaves this earth before his daughter grows
Then I will tell her that everyday she is a queen
Am I my brothers keeper
Yes I am....

The Poet Q

Beautiful Mystery

For every enemy, there exists misery.. For every hater, there exists elevation. What is life without stress? What is stress without substance? What is substance without content? A beautiful mystery to which a key is given only to find variation.. So i’m disowned? Okay, the disownees obviously failed to conduct proper research. U c, alien has been my name for many moons and will be for many more. I care not about the twisted looks of those that desire my demise specially since it will reach them first. I’m here until my time has been concluded and ne n question need only look up to find as much as myself. So kill it cause i’m done.. Ne further inquires can be addressed as you plummet..

By: Edward Lohr

My Apologies

I'd like to say that I'm sorry my love cause I haven't been giving my all lately and I understand why you hate me. I been so caught up with my ambitions and dreams that I pushed your needs behind when they should have been right next to mine. Am I asking you to forgive me for falling short on my duties? That would be the farthest from the truth and if you wanted to hold everything against me then I'll understand that to.

I still love you even though sometimes it doesn't seem like I do. I can't even explain how I feel when I cross over the threshold of our home and I see your beautiful face with all its grace asking questions about my day and helping me relax from a long day. I been a little detached lately with all the things I've let bombard my mind even when I'm with you. I can't apologize enough because I can't even imagine the emotional distress I've put you through.

For it to take a turn like this was very unexpected. To tell you that I did it all for you would be the farthest thing from the truth. I know I still need you beside me but my ego tends to override my better judgment and tells me there is no one else in this world that lives with my troubles but me. I still love and cherish you and when I'm far from home I reminisce about the day I proposed to you. My apologies for the turmoil I've put you through and I pray that once again I get lost in your eyes and end up where I belong which is right next to you.

Signed:                    

The Poet Q

Memory Lane

Looking for inspiration for this letter and thoughts of you
came to my mind, my homie from day one always pushing
me to do something better. Coming from our neighborhood
Where dudes just focus on making the chedder, mula, green or whatever you
wanna call it. On the weekend we played like alcoholics to forget
the pain of friends past vivid pictures of murders bodies chopped
up in cars, or dumped in garbage cans, memories where haunted. The
good times is always what you flaunted we planned to get of the block
and maybe make it to the league, but with time crime is what became our
intrigue. We would go to the clubs at night and act a fool we was just two
teenagers to cool for school, ups and downs heartbreaks we shared at
the same time I keep an eye on your girl you kept an eye on mine.
When my folks tripped about passed curfews, your mom would let
me crash on the couch. that’s just how tight we were. Sitting now years
later thoughts become a blur, as i see the different paths we took you
got life behind bars for being a crook, and vows with my wife i took. 
Our lives could’ve been published in a book, it would’ve been called brothers
from another mother, walking away from this pen and pad, because old
thoughts tend to smother.


By: BTT

Fragile

Fighting a fragile life with a sludge hammer
deep thoughts make for shallow tendencies, of
this i am guilty. Lock me up and throw away the
key, question mark or exclamation point. This is the
life i created often questioned but never debated, why
are the haters so silent but the most opinionated? I digress
change of pace like a lack in interest, words taken in the wrong
context i sit here staring at a wall perplexed wondering what i
should do next looking threw a concave lens when it should be
convex. Modern colors on a beautiful pallet who am i to judge
withered exterior and a hard heart that wont budge.

By: BTT

Just A Game By JCII

Ambitions of living the life like a famed Martian, from a planet out of sight. Or hoop dreams of living like jump man, a legend, and taking flight. But these mere dreams are out of reach for I can't move like a bishop nor jump like a knight. Though not alone in this world as i look to my left, to my right. I find myself on the front line of this fight. Those who strive to succeed will strive to achieve even though they are only a pawn...like me. One move at a time, no time for a mistake. One slip up on this board will decide your fate. Ever so careful, moving forward towards my goal, reaching the other side while holding on to my soul. Never forgetting where i came from as i venture down this path. To become the most powerful player is within reach, and the others will feel my wrath. But even still, reality is a bitch, that much can be seen. Because no matter how much i accomplish as a pawn...i will never be king.

By: JCII