A Life In A Second #1

Nobody heard him.

His name was David
But Ghost was his alias.
Quiet and shy
Always kind and never one to lie
He stood out like a sore thumb
So they made him the butt of every joke
Oh how their jeers choked
The self-esteem right out of his soul
So when he went home
There was nothing protecting him from hell.

Nothing stopped his uncle from touching him at night
Or his brother from watching, too paralyzed to fight
Nothing stopped his mother from drinking herself into a stupor
Nothing stopped David from wanting to shoot her
For not leaving him with his older sister and father
Who, by the way, never even bothered
To try and save him.
Years went by and next thing you know, his mother dies
But that night, for her, David couldn’t cry
Because his uncle was too busy enjoying his ride

And then David had enough.
When his uncle was finished, sweaty and exhausted
David went to the bathroom and that’s where he lost it
He reached beneath the toilet, and found his favorite knife
The one he could never use before to take his life
It’s steel head gleamed with purpose as he placed it against his skin
And he looked up to the heavens and whispered, “You win”

Nobody heard the blade slice through his wrists
Nor the blood as it flowed freely and dripped
Staining the white floor around his bare feet
He slid down the wall, and closed his eyes for one final sleep
Nobody heard David’s tears as his life slipped away
Nobody knew what happened to him until the following day.

X-Factors (Working Title)

So I’m staring at the love letter you sent me
Or rather I wish that’s what I was reading
Instead I’m stuck with a slice of hot hatred
Singeing my fingers
But I hold on anyway
Hoping this feeling will burn away
Though I try to ignore it, it remains all too true
I still love you.
But according to this letter, that wasn’t enough
Was it?
No of course not…
Right?
I mean, if it was, I wouldn’t be sitting here
Drowning in my own tears
Damn….
I am such a bitch.
Where did we go wrong?
And now I’m slicing and dicing
All our flirting and enticing
The kisses and hugs
All those fuzzy lovebugs
That wrapped around us like a snug glove
And the equation remains the same.
Nothing adds up, remainders exist left and right
Not a single equal sign in sight….
Even when I analyzed our epic fights
Battles that left you sobbing
And me couch hopping
I’m still answerless…
Cause we got through every bout.
Except this burning Post-It in my hand.
For a few more hours
I toss and turn every angle of our romance
Until suddenly, I’m snapped out of my trance
And it makes sense.
My love wasn’t enough and neither was yours
Because of all the extra factors we let in the door
Cluttering up the space that connected our hearts
Then that bond hit maximum capacity and fell apart
We got caught up in expectations and fine print
The little details and rumors that didn’t mean shit
Until we forgot each other….
And this is what you must have been angry to see
Wow….suddenly this letter isn’t hurting me.

A Little Bit?

Sooo, I'm currently on this new artist. She freakin rocks. Her voice, which is very light, breathy (is that a word? it is now) really is enjoyable. Her album, Youth Novels, goes hard. End of story. So if you have an open mind, and just enjoy interesting music, feed your eclectic pallet and check her out! Ah yes, her name. Lykke Li. You can thank me later. =P

P.S.-I originally came across her in a remix to her song Little Bit. and who does the remix feature? Drake. So all you drake heads, here's a new song for you to hop onto.

New Kool Art: The Terrible Three

Ok, so I just felt a need to pay a tribute to my besties. Without save and keenon, I don't know what I'd do. Probably pursue a "safe" career lol. But leave it to those two to be my bad inf--motivators to pursue my passion with a fire unbridled. Also leave it to them to land me in handcuffs right next to them. All in all, this pic is Kool Art because it's me, he and she....the diverse yet identical members of the Terrible Three.

New Kool Art and Poem: Weathered Armor

I wake up every morning
In this skin.
Soft to the touch
This caramel barrier is stronger than me
See
As I trace the battle scars
I remember
Every cut, scrape, and stab
Every burn, sting, and bite
Of loneliness and despair
That caused tattery and wear
Upon my skin.
Branding my experiences
Throughout the years
Upon me.
Telling
Of my Iliad
Endless siege upon me
A blessed curse of the living
But my skin never gives in.

Poem: Nourishment

They tell me it’s a fool’s errand
Like searching for the fountain of youth
I need to just give up and accept the truth
That writing isn’t serious and just done for fun
I’d have a bigger chance looking down the barrel of a gun?

They tell me art is a great dream
But too unsure to become reality
Unless I’m searching for my guaranteed fatality
And without connects it’d be up to fate
To determine whether or not I’d be great?

They tell me it won’t make me much money
I’d be stuck and have nowhere to go
Stuck in cement on a stagnant flow
Competing against those who want it just as bad as me
Reaching for the oxygen that I’ll never breathe?

Look.

I wake up with words on my mind
Fall asleep with a pen and a few rhymes
Spend hours on a story that will become a script someday
And not once do I get bored with thinking of things to say
And you still claim I don’t have what it takes?

I will be the specter behind every great song
The lyrical lover that lasts all night long
I will be that visionary to the stage
That lost thought process that lets the truth out its cage
And you still claim I’m not dedicated enough?

I have the legacies of Langston and Hemingway
Igniting my motivation to light my way
A whole community of artists who believe in what I do
Who were all told just like me, that they were blinded fools
And you still claim it’s futile to try?

Give me a break.

My writing is my daily bread
The one thing I constantly need
It’s what I eat, live, and breathe
And though you may not agree
And it’s clear you do not approve
I refuse to give up and feed into you.

A Word From Me

Hey guys, so I've recently become aware that there's more people checking out my blogs than I thought. That's really good! It actually warms my heart. A very little bit. Lol. But thank you, and feel free to reach out to me if you have any comments on my stuff, or if you want me to write about something. I'm always in need of new inspiration. Also, if you like what you're reading, tell your friends. Ask them to check out my stuff. Then tell them to ask their friends. And so on and so forth. I'll be having a myspace page up along with my friends that keeps track of all our work. I mean ALL. Poetry, videos, pictures, music, you name it, we'll have it. If not, it'll only be a matter of time. So keep an ear out. Again, thanks for reading, I really appreciate it!

Double Feature: Kool Art: Selfish Bastards/ New Poem: Metaphor (Working Title)

Metaphor.
Figure of speech
Designed to teach
Or rather play upon the fact
That things aren’t what they seem
The way diamonds on your fingers gleam
With a value only made real by a man
But had he died before his great plan
Came into fruition
Would humankind still listen?
To the opinion
That sparkly things bring joy
And feed an empty belly
Yet…
I can’t use them…
To make peanut butter and jelly.
To relieve the swollen stomachs
Of the piss pot damned
And once again I’m ass slammed
Into reality’s shit-covered can
And when I stand to get up
They get me fucked up
With shiny bling and fancy things
And gilded illusions to make my heart sing
Having a value only made real by a man
But had he died before his great plan
Came to fruition
Would humankind still listen?
To the delusion
That all that glimmers is indeed gold
And is ours to cherish and hold
Yet…
His blood is gleaming
Brighter than the most precious gem
And so is the gun I’m holding
So when?
Do I get all the chromed-out rewards
I was promised?
So the sirens sound
And as I’m slammed to the ground
I’m bitchslapped
Right into Karma’s naked lap
And as I try to get up
She grabs my wrist
Pulls me close and kisses my lips
Then whispers in my ear
The one thing I’ve grown to fear
That story about the money and gold
I swear I need
But they only have a value made real by a man
But had he died before his great plan
Came to fruition
Would humankind still listen?
To metaphors of greed which we can’t seem to escape
Figures of speech
Designed to teach
Or rather play on the fact
That we cannot step back
From the desired
Things
That
We lack.

I'm "Bleeding Music." No, seriously. Check it yourself. http://ping.fm/IbGsV

Double Feature- Kool Art: Bleeding Music & Poem: Bleeding Music

I was curious to see
What was flowing inside of me
So with swift bladed motion
I cut myself open
One, two, three times
Perfect lines
Across my chest
Took my heart out and watched it beat...
To my amazement I was not dead
And what my heart bled
Was not red...
No.
What flowed out had a rhythm
Black notes bobbing up and down
Never once spilling onto the ground
But winding it's way back into me
Through my veins and capillaries
I was in awe
And so curious me
Decided to touch a note...and I heard a
BEEP.
Or rather a do, re, mi
For after one, I had to touch three
Bewildered by the fact that I was bleeding sound
I let go of my heart
Only to find it did not fall apart
For the notes held it up and kept it beating
Kept it vibing, kept it bleeding
And then I noticed my breathing
Faster now, and so faster they flowed
Quarters, eights and even an occasional rest
It was composing at it's best!
For an hour I tapped my notes
Breathing slower and faster
Until I was the master of my own beat
But suddenly, the music stopped
And my heart dropped
But before it hit the ground
My eyes snapped open
And I saw the dead iPod i was holdin.

The Alternative

You said you were shattered
Wearing a broken smile upon a wounded heart
Hissing sharp pessimisms against light optimisms
Walking with a wall built ten feet high
Treating love like a poison from which you’d die
Yet why?
Sure he wasn’t what you wanted him to be
Maybe not the perfect man you forced yourself to see
He cheated, lied, beat you down
Left you to pick up the pieces
With no one around
And so now you’re what?
Split in two; not sure what to do?
Instead of listening to your heart breakin’
Learn the art of heartmakin’
Take your mistakes and his and put them in a box
And keep it under key and lock
Wear your heart on your sleeve
So that it can breathe
And keep that box hidden where no one can see
When you fall in love again
Look into that box
Fine-tuning your heart just like a clock
Against what not to do and what not to accept
Choosing to live doesn’t mean you have to forget

Kool Art: Gemini Tat

See? Told you. I'm currently oddball out. But I'll be gettin mine this summer.

Kool Art: Pisces Tat

This tattoo is on my other best friend, Keenon. Save has a similar one on her neck, with her sign, gemini and the moon is a crescent. Im next, with mine being the half moon. My sign? LIBRA BABY!!!!! haha, three phases in one cycle. yes, we're really that close.

Kool Art: Captured In Ur Memories By Saverose Tual

So this was done by my bestie. She's really talented, and I love her work. This is def one of my favorites by her.

Kool Art: Converses!!!!!

So I had to post this up, because I saw this add in a magazine and it was definitely on one of my favorites. Converses are my favorite kicks of all time; they can be worn with anything, anywhere, anyway, by anyone. Can't get much more relaxed than that!