then

we chilled together smoked together shared our dreams and hopes together cheifin til we float together wrote together were dope togetherand when times got tough together we'd just sit and cope together we'd hang tight in any weather no one better shared a bed and if I needed somethin from him, he'd comply down to the letter made his chedder then shared his bread wit his girl I rocked his world but it's cool he rocked mine too funny what a man can do when all he really wants is y...

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Didn't (Coulda, Shoulda, Woulda)

I wanted you to be my all. Wanted mine to be the name you'd call When you were lost and all alone. You coulda been. I wanted you to rescue me. One to reveal the mysteries That you keep hidden in your soul You shoulda been. You were my lover and my friend, And when the story ends, The one with whom I'd have grown You woulda been. If only you had been the man. That I thought I had. You coulda, shouda, woulda done that. But you didn't. I could have slowed my pace for you, And been the one whose heart you knew, If only I had stepped aside- I coulda tried. Had I thought about your blues.. Or the past you had been through.. Because I knew you needed time I shoulda tried. What I could have tried to do Was to give a little clue. And had I known you wanted mine I woulda tried. If...

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master of disguise

so I was stuck and the homie (Jihaaad) hooked me up wiith a dope opening line. this is what I've got so far You're not alone, but it's hard to tell; because everyone else hides so well.The constant confusion caused by the spell under which you fell understandably became your wishing well.Through the yells from his cell, you were the ring to his bell- though he put you through hell, and left you a bitter, brittle shellof yourself.You remained. Ignoring the bed creeks as from your side he creptYou self-consoled until the morning weptwith youAnd convinced yourself you knew with whom you sleptand didn't mind Despite the fact that he returned, unkemptYou 'fought the good fight' and kept your head limpDenying yourself of time better spentcus you thought you couldn't findsomeone bett...

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stuck.

I've got 8-10 pieces 'saved to drafts' with only a line or two in them. the mood is set but the details aren't. And I want sooo badly to find them. I feel like writing comes naturally to me. I am used to being able to sit with my pen and paper or at my computer and watch as the words flow from me. I don't even know where they come from. My mind? My heart? Are these words even mine? Or are they Someone Else's words for me? I think it may be that last one.. (http://foreverinprogress.blogspot.com/2009/04/ars-poetica.html) Anyway, there are often times when I'll write down a line or phrase and get stuck. [I awaited your response. And you were...

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By the Way..

*hey readers. this one is a sort of collaboration from me and my girl alex a. (aka miss frizz). some recent activity has led us to an epiphany or two, and those ideas sparked this piece* It's funny to me that you think you've got me pegged; But I don't really see the need for you to get inside my head. I'm not impressed, nor am I phased, by this he said she said. Why's it matter to anyone but us that we sometimes share a bed? And why is that an indication that someone ELSE can get me instead? (It's not.) It seems as though we're different, you and me: You claim you just don't care; I act accordingl...

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beautiful lie?

I’m beginning to wonder if any of my male friends actually want to be friends with me. Actually enjoy my company. Actually want to do more than look at me. Or flirt with me. Or touch me. I am beginning to wonder how many of them actually like.. ME. I’m not trippin off of these random cats. Why would I expect them to be strictly buddy-buddy when they clearly got my number because they were otherwise interested? I won’t even cause a ruckus over these idiots who are somehow under the impression that I “have a lot a niggas on my plate” yet still want a spot of their own. I don’t have to go into how backwards and sick that is- it’s not worth the headache anymore. But my FRIENDS? Not only do I consider you my close associates- if not friends- but you are undoubtedly connected to the one man...

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Maybach Music- Ode to the Mayach

Dearest school bus Also known as the Maybach Gone from us forever Cus Frizz aint know the way to stop We'll miss the good times And the way you would zoom through The strees of Atlanta This one is for you, boo I recall the first time I stepped foot in that ride It was a spur-of-the-moment Thursday- it felt great outside. The driver's name was Alex and she played the best songs, With Frizz as the dj you couldn't go wrong That night started a pattern, that whip was the center of my chi If you saw Ms Frizz whippin, you'd prolly also see me I never ever ever never thought we would lose it And I'll miss listenin to that Maybach music I can retell...

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