Untitled A Favorite Poem

"In Church" by Thomas Hardy

In Church

 

"And now to God the Father", he ends,

And his voice thrills up to the topmost tiles:

Each listener chokes as he bows and bends,

And emotion pervades the crowded aisles.

Then the preacher glides to the vestry-door,

And shuts it, and thinks he is seen no more.

 

The door swings softly ajar meanwhile,

And a pupil of his in the Bible class,

Who adores him as one without gloss or guile,

Sees her idol stand with a satisfied smile

And re-enact at the vestry-glass

Each pulpit gesture in deft dumb-show

That had moved the congregation so.

 

Thomas Hardy

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This Is Me

The Reasons Why I Love You Shanelle Gabriel

(The Reasons) Why I Love You
 

They say the human body

Has over 50 billion white blood cells…

And I need every single one

Because you

Make me…

Sick.

You are the fish that I would

Throw back

But for some reason

As opposites,

We attract!

We show our admiration in love taps,

"I Hate You!" matches,

And sarcastic wise cracks.

All the qualities of my soulmate…

You lack.

I wrote you a poem once.

I mounted and framed it.

It was perfect,

And you gave me a pat on the back

And said,

"Hey, good stuff…"

That was it.

You attempts at being romantic

Are simply pathetic.

The last massage you gave me

Required a paramedic.

The first time you cooked me dinner

I had to pump my stomach.

And you just like picking fights.

If I say go left,

You go right.

If I say it's day,

You swear it's night.

You still think our anniversary

Is the 10^th of May;

It's the 9^th…

Of MARCH!

The Golden Arches

Is the closest thing to jewelry

I've ever seen from you.

For my last birthday,

You gave me a Twinkie

With one candle.

You wear socks with your sandals!

And not the short ones,

The ones that pass your ankles.

My idea of a tranquil evening,

Involves a good book

And peppermint tea.

Yours only requires your PSP.

You're a die hard Nas fan;

I like Jay-Z.

Like most Black folk and lactose products

We just always seem to disagree.

You think Angelina Jolie

Is the epitome of beauty.

I think she's overrated and her lips are crusty.

You like chicks that are busty,

And I'm a proud member

Of the Itty-Bitty Titty Committee.

Now, I'm a country kind of gal;

You like the city life.

I'm a revolutionary woman;

You think we should all be barefoot housewives.

I remember the last time I cried…

You gently

Wiped my eyes,

And whispered in my ears,

"Baby…

Suck it up."

And I know it's bugged,

But I still love you,

Like Whitney loves crack.

Cause for some reason as opposites,

We attract.

And truth be told,

That romantic crap usually doesn't last.

Flowers die,

And many diamonds given

May as well be cut glass,

But what matters most is that

You complement me

Like air through my lungs.

And there are over a trillion nerves

In the central nervous system…

You get on every single one.

You know you do…

But for some reason,

That's why I love you.

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There are no words

There are times in life when even the best of writers have nothing to say. This is one of those days. I am at a complete loss for words when it comes to exactly what just happened 2day. I'm not even sure that the security blanket that so tightly encompassed my body is still there. There i a chilly wind blowing through my soul as i imagine trying to walk away like it was all a joke. A cruel unforgiving joke. My heart crys out in agony as the feeling of uncertainty takes over. Everyones knos there is nothing worse than not knowing exactly what is coming which way is up and which way used to be down. I say used to be down b/c my emotions hat reached the bottom of a once bottomless pit. i used to wonder how far down i could go. I'm HERE. I have no words to describe how i feel. No words to explain the heartbreak no words to describe the embarrassment and no words to share the sense of ambivalence that surrounds me. A songstress once said she had to take a chance and spread her wings. i spread mine i flew only to  fall on my face. So now im searching my soul for the lock and key that had turned my soul into the iron fortress it once was. Now all that remains are the fragments of broken glass... what a day in the life of JAPAN Just a pitiful ass nigga

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Slaves

"A man who tells another his secrets makes himself a slave"

I heard this quote today and it made me think. Who can you trust. The quote simply goes to say that when u tell ppl your biz they now have sunthin 2 hold over you head. Have you ever considered what you tell people when you are friends may be ammunition should sumthin go down. It is always the ones who you think never whoul... THAT DO. Its so sad to think that the civil war freed the slaves from the horrors of enslavement only for african americans to become slave of themselves. Some people are slave to people they trusted, some are slave to society the court system. In the year 2007 there are many times more slave than there were so many years ago..Think on it

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When Love is Realized

Dear Diary,
This is written in the hopes that the man of my dreams will read it some day soon...
=>There is a person trapped inside of this shell i call an existence> from the moment i saw you i saw something. Something beyon the outter shell of the typical punks dream of a "homo thug". It would be so wrong for me to patronize you as i i dont have demons from the past that on occasion cloud my current perception of reality. It was not long ago that this cyrstal heart of mine was broken when someone that i trusted threw stones at the fragile walls of my semi precious heartSecond to one is the title of the chapter in my biography from which i draw my insecurities. i wont dwell on the past just use it as a stepping stone to my manifesting destiny. I love you. You are my dream am i in love with you tho? The only honest answer i can provide is YES on so many levels i simply hope that you this man of my childhood teenage and elderly dreams will be with me untill the bitter end. I dont want to leave you feeling some type of way i just want to give you all of me. I dont want there to be a single aspect of me that you are unfamilar with. Happily ever after just began to play and my imagination fast forwards to a the future our future together. In manhattain in charlotte winston or even the street corner in brooklyn the place doesnt matter as long as it is with you. After you looked me in my blank dazed eyes and gazed upon my pensive face and told me that you love me and only me my insecurties have just that quickly faded and been replaced by a warmth that now encompasses my soul and fills me so much that i runneth over. So from this day forward should i go of in "my own little world" im just running over. i love you baby and i aspire to be nothing more in this life when it comes to matter o the heart that to be you lover friend wife partner ace and any other word that in so many words suggests that every morning that i wake i am blessed and privilaged to gaze upon you beautiful face and utter the smallest three little words and the most significant eight letters "I Love You"
Monday, February 05, 2007 12:31:42 AM

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Untitled

Dear diary
Many days i wonder if i am just wasting air and space. No matter what i do it never seems 2 be enough. Once again i have allowed myself to open up to a man just one more time and the relationship is plagued by rumors of deceit and shadows of insecurity. is it my pretty face or my endearing personality that makes everyone think that i am this vicious cheating slut. Just once i want a man who can trust me and not question my every move. A man who understands that i have male friends too but it is only him that i see. I really want third Tokyo or Oscar lol depending on what day it is. I love him i want to build a real life wit him one day the kind of life that all hope for but only heterosexuals seem to be able to attain. In order for this dream to become a reality he has to trust  me. he must realize that Michael means less to me than he did three days after i met him. There is something contained in this man that i hope to set free. He is a father a go getter and he is my dream. Only a fool would pass up a man like this. Apparently there are many fools in this world if someone has not snatched him up. As i sit on the edge of this bed verbally vomiting out my thoughts and pains i can only imagine what pulses thru his head in the other room. I wish more than anything that he would come in this room and kiss me hug me and make passionate love to me. I simply want him to understand that i love him and i wouldn't leave him for anyone. only a fool would and i james bernard hardy japan avicci am not a fool He again i thought i left my pain in suite 106b and here it has come to harass me again. My soul is wrought by a constant emotional storm i just need one powerful individual to calm my tormented emotions and kiss away my woes. Wht i dont need is more doubt more cold shoulders and more silence. Silence kills. When i went and sat beside my husband on the couch i sat and watched he slept and while kelly price took it to church here in the other room i cried watching his peacful slumber. I woke him only to have him look at me with those wide eyes and roll them. the look he shot me peirced my very soul. Not a single word was needed to get his point across. I arose from my perch only to have him look up at me blankly and rather that stop me as i hoped with everything he would his eyes simply followed me as i left the room and returned to my loneliness and my mental prison where my thoughts run rampant....27 January, 2007  11:49:45 PM

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