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!