Loved when you're not looking

There was once this couple
And they were in love.

Everyday
He would tell her he loved her.
She said she loved him too.
He said he believed her.
He was happy.

He really did lover her.
He told her and showed her everyday
He devoted himself to her.
She was fulfilled and
She was happy.

She really loved him too.
She told him everyday.
She devoted herself to him.
She was fulfilled and
She was happy.

But one day
He told her he loved her.
She said she loved him too.
He said he didn’t believe her.
He was unhappy.
She said why don’t you believe me, I believe you?
He said that’s because I show my love to you.
She said:

You know how you rub my back at night until my bad thoughts turn in to dreams?
Well, I rub your back when you’re sleeping until your nightmares go away.

Temptation Shmemptation

UH OH! im at that place again! you know that place frequented by happiness...where frowns are no more. I used to love this place...til like my fifth visit. By then I learned its when im most content with where my life has taken me...that temptation lurkes the most. But see...im pretty much a regular now. SO when I see ...temptation...I tell him Hi and keep it pushin... [happiness] I just love this place too much :)

My Secret Keeper

I used to own a diary you know?
Yeah.
I wrote something everyday
For years I kept that diary
I wrote each page my sorrows
The lines I told my sins.

When the world became too much
I’d sit on my bed
lay pillows all around me and write ‘til I cried
To me, it was a new place entirely…
My world was that paper and I was the pen

I loved that diary dearly, it provided me security
Sad as it may be I was happy I could trust it
There was one hundred percent Ilissa in those sentences.
My thoughts were in the metaphors.
My heart between those lines.

I couldn’t live with out my diary

But I stopped writing to my diary.
Over the years it got misplaced.
And not ONCE did I notice it missing.

Well I came across my diary today.
I remember that girl.
She was telling me about the day she learned the word ‘retrospect’
I felt like I was there with her doing the whole day again
She loved the word, and what it’s idea had to offer
But that’s not why she was writing that night.
You were the reason she wrote.

So here she is now.
And she still loves her diary.
Only now her world cant be written.
She speaks it everyday
No longer does she hide in her world within the pillows
I can now sit on my bed in the arms of my diary in the world as it is.

But I still can’t live without my diary.

Advice

I just dont see the point in it... People seek advice in hopes that someone will lie to them. For the most part, people know right from wrong. They just choose to ignore it and do what they want.

Seasonal Motha Fuckas

"Some people are meant to come into your life for a lifetime, some for only a season and you got to know which is which. And you're always messing up when you mix those seasonal people up with lifetime expectations.I put everybody that comes into my life in the category of a tree. Some people are like leaves on a tree. When the wind blows, they're over there... wind blow that way they over here... they're unstable. When the seasons change they wither and die, they're gone. That's alright. Most people are like that, they're not there to do anything but take from the tree and give shade every now and then. That's all they can do. But don't get mad at people like that, that's who they are. That's all they were put on this earth to be. A leaf.

The topic of today's blog: friendship

So we all somewhat knew that the company we keep are not necessarily people we can call our friends. But shit what about the people we call our friends? Leaving high school has been a rude ass awakening! But I am 100% thankful for it. I knew going in to high school that many of the people I associated myself with were temporary. So I kept to the people I knew best, the friends with mileage. But sad to say they aint much different. Now these are the people I got history with. The same people with whom dozens of championship games were played, blunts were smoked, sleepovers were slept, laughs were laughed, and memories of a lifetime were made.

YET, none of it matters. That bitch who's ass you covered when her mom found out where she really was last night, is the same bitch ignoring your SOS text messages and phone calls explaining how your car broke down on the 210 west and you dont know who else to call. And that one nigga you've gone broke for on countless occasions, willingly endured sleepless nights for because he couldn't sleep or needed to talk, and whose back you've had since the begining, is the same nigga who wants to act brand new because your life no longer revolves around them at every snap of their fingers. 

I've come to learn a thing or two about friendship! We as people tend to equate familiarity with friendship and this is a BIG mistake. This common misconception is what leads people to believe they can rely on people they can't or confide in people that cant be trusted.
So they say "be careful who you call your friends". Well I say call them whatever the fuck you want. Just know who's got your back!

What would I do without the Trees?

Early morning fog chillen above the trees; leaves still moist
Such a beatiful time of day just before that morning star does what is does best
Holding his hand as we witness the city wake
Blue Dream Haze in one hand, strawberry swisher in the other
"Baby, I'll break it down you roll it up"

roll it. spark it. inhale.


...there's nothing like an early morning blunt.

My Guy Gemineye

There Will Be No More Cold Days

Im not the piece that's written for readers everywhere

To agree or disagree about interpretations of my lines

I rock to my own beat and bounce to my own rhyme

I possess my own individual plans and intentions

Not to be read by those on the outside looking in

Neither those behind the scenes providing help behind closed doors

These words are for your eyes.. just yours

I find my words a few flames short of what needs to be said

But try to imagine a flame...

yeah a flame

Constantly burning within your very center

Engulfing your core at the mere existence of another

So intense, yet gentle its burns cause no pain but its trail rests 

engraved on the surface of your heart

Imagine having no control over yourself

because just the sound of their voice alone slowly ignites

this flame inside you, allowing the smoke to absorb all of the pain

and replete your bosom with pure and utter satisfaction

Imagine someone whose touch can fuel burning rivers of refined 

sensations hopeless of uniqueness

Imagine this raging inferno blazing down your spine, spreading through your insides

and traveling within your veins, like each white blood cell to disease, every flame rids you of your pain leaving no room for future intruders. For they've marked their territory. With in 

your heart they will remain. And there will be no more cold days...