Bob Marley.
Monday, May 9, 2011
11:12 AMYou may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect - you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.
- Bob Marley
taste how i feel
Friday, May 6, 2011 7:51 PMcome in between a perfect match
you're promises & apologies where all good while it lasted
but i'm tired of em now, you can trash it.
always something new, everyday full of drama
when you speak of things that happen
that's why it's called karma
maybe i should have cheated, maybe i should have lied
sitting here listening to keshia cole trying not to cry
this must be what you wanted, now there's nothing left
you don't have to go, you can play beyonce, and i'll move to the left.
should have chose your words wisely, shouldnt assumed so much
oh well you're loss, i'm tired of trying, i give up
whoever your source is, you can thank them for helping you find out
all these sacrifices i made just to gain another heart break
i want to thank you for another heart ache
it was entertaining while it lasted without a doubt
all the love i carried for you will be washed out
it may take awhile, but i'll get there
i'm never single, i'll always have a spare
i'm with me, myself, yes I
the only one who can promise me my heart won't die
you lost something good and that's real
when you read this, i hope you get a taste of how i feel.
trust.
6:14 PMI have learned, pretty much 99.9% of men's words are compete bullshit. Once one gets you to believe them, and trust them ... they take full advantage & just don't give a fuck about your feelings, wants, needs, or opinions.
I deserve better. I deserve a man who could take the time to actually call me & try to work out a problem, not talk to me as if i was shit between his toes because he was in a bad mood, to act the same he expects me to act, if you want your words to have meaning, be able to back them up. Actions speak louder than words. If you're actions are fucking up, i will not believe your words. He said forever, yet every issue there was ... he was quickly running for the door. That's not forever. He said he was in it for the long run, yet he doubted me the entire time. How can you be in it with someone for the long run, yet doubt everything the person your with says, or does? You start catching onto they fishiness & BAM. You already know the outcome, so when it comes you say your piece & head your way. Time to do you baby.
Lesson well learned. The one time you actually think you can trust someone, they show you ... NO ONE can be trusted, no matter what promises or words they speak.
i wish
Tuesday, May 3, 2011 2:18 PMmake you see our lives in between these lines,
i pretend that with my pen i could tell you
the stories of our happiness
hell i want to make it eternal
wish i wasn't a chapter, but the whole damn book
shut myself in between your pages maybe allow myself
to be held in captivity by your melody
you like that line in that unheard poem
that wishes to be spoken
or that tone that places you in the moment
you are a serenade to the spirit and my beautiful rhapsody
bringing back like a memory
those thoughts, that feeling
i wish this poem could make you want me ... like i want you
wish that the vice could be versa and the opposite
wish that my mind could truly explain this ... THIS
i dont know what this is
that i would've spoken sooner,
that i would have reached my hand out sooner
that something, anything could happen.
what hurts. . .
2:14 PMwas being so close
so close to loving you
and having you in my life
i chose to keep my words silent
for fear of what you would say
now my days are filled with sorrow
my nights of loneliness and pain
if only i had the chance
to talk to you once again
how different things would be
i close my eyes and take a breath
hoping when i open them
you will be standing in front of me
giving me a chance to say
what i really mean
slowly they open
to find emptiness
what hurts the most
i had my chance
but i choose to keep my words silent.
untitled.
1:59 PMyou are the one who makes me go that extra mile,
i don't want to be tha one,
i want to be "THE" one supplying what you need,
mentally, emotionally, and physically
when you talk, i don't speak
i let your words float around me so naturally
recreating feelings inside of me that i knew existed
but couldnt be found
pain from the past, and the on-going battle of love
made me drown these feelings out and be guarded by hostility
the understanding of you is hard to conceive
because i've never been in your head
but i can comprehend the pain of being alone,
the pain of struggling on your own
the pain of frustration
the pain that comes on its own simply from misunderstanding
let me be that figure that takes a stand in being that guiding hand
let me carry your problems so it's less for you to bare
it's these lines im spitting that show i actually care
they're not coming from me, they're coming from with-in me
its with you i want to be
it's you that i promised i would never leave
and that's a promise i'll be sure to keep.
Untitled.
Monday, February 21, 2011 11:15 PMName one thing you heard that was true, I bet I defied all odds
There is no competition, you act just for the recognition
You'll never catch me slipping, because I never fall
Every second you be posting, just to get noticed
And im not dissing, theres so many people that I’m going to start dismissing
This is me everyday, I’ve never changed, stay out of my lane
Just acting for the fame, and that’s okay but what angers me is that..
You try to compete, probably making up stories while you are asleep
Some real woman are left unnoticed, never get recognized for their hard work
When they steady be talking, Don’t trip I got this shit right in my hands
Some people are acting for recognition and just acting for an image.
While they continue to make shit up, attempting to ruin my image
They fail to realize, that as much as they try to demoralize,
I am a woman, and that won’t be brutalized.
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Erin Marie
23 years young - female
Born & raised in Chicago.