There you go
Here I am
Where are we?
WE don’t exist
You have him
And I have…
Me
Still I hold onto the memories.
Category: magical land of whimsy
magical land of whimsy
Can’t win with you
I can’t win with you
But I’m just trying to win with you
Hold hands. walk the dog. Kiss you.
Remember the first time you called me ‘babe’? Out the blue
First time I thought there’d be an US
You asked about her but I was focused on us
If I had answered you we would have built that trust
Instead we crumbled just as fast as we got close
I was confused but had to accept it
Doesn’t mean I forgot or chose to neglect it
And now I’m here trying to resurrect it
You keep a certain distance; I don’t respect it
I’ma tear that wall down if I get my say
Hopefully soon… Eventually…. One day….
Love still…
We share a connection.
And the smell of her . . .

This is one of the pieces that instantly made me want Jerome Dickens’ Wasted Talent. Thank you Nina.
I share a scene down below
Trabajo = fml
She was txtn me in Spanish. I dig it!! I understood too (yay me). But when she said ‘Tengo hambre y quiero tu compañía’. I was HOT! Cuz I’m at fuckin work! Work always ruins my life. I don’t want to work. I wanna have fun and die! (that wasn’t my dream for always. But my dreams have long been shattered). Moral of the Story is my Spanish is still improving. And I missed out on her cuz of work.
*shouts to my girl in the bay. Lmao ‘pssch I can talk to you in Spanish’ (she’s not a beaner)
Mass confusion
I said goodbye why are you still here.
I packed it all in said no more fear.
Music playing I see you in my ears.
Why? Why I say?! Fckin why!?
You don’t care. But I do.
I can’t run.
And while I no longer feel strangled I’m still entangled.
Free from one grip. Entrapped by the other.
So now I’m even more confused. Fucker mother.
She thinks it’s for a reason.
I say treason!
Cuz if I’m here and YOU’re there
The common ground is where?
Thought so
Continue on the blind path.
Trying to avoid the wrath
we all I know I LOVE the pain.
But Is it you I love more? Terror reigns
I’ve gone insane.
You were my favorite song
“I guess you have no choice but to lie in bed thinking about love and there is no way of
Avoiding it.
Especially when ya heart decides to contact your mind without any prior notice.
And these headphones on my ears couldn’t play music to take my mind of this.
Because all the sounds and vocals, even rap lyrics all bring up a moment in my life that pertain to you.
And these poems I write have no other choice but to be about you. Other memories never make it into my mind’s view.
And my words, loving you; is all they really wanted to do.
I wish my creativity could reflect another topic or a moment in my life when everything seemed to mean something.
But that probably won’t happen because Love was something that I thought would make me happy, But since it didn’t last, my heart refuses to be left broken. So I will continue to play these soulful tracks until my heart decides it’s ready to love again and I will continue writing these poems until my words finally want to express my feelings for another woman.
Play on music because your playing into my soul, which guided my pen to write my thoughts better than they ever did before….. “
Come on and go with me
Future? Ha!
Sometimes I wonder, do you ever think of me?
But the answer is ever so obvious
I can’t fathom why I still dream about you
I wish I didn’t
Sometimes the pain is too much to bear
Too bad I don’t have the courage to end my life
I’m a coward like that
In the same way I haven’t let go fully
Dreams of the future? Ha! I can’t see mine
The present is our gift. All we really have is time
Watch mine go to waste as I sit and wait
For a love long gone and moved on
My heart is gone











