September 11th, 2017

When you hear that friend talk about “the one” in the dating phase of that person’s life.

*Pronounciation for repercussions: Re-pro-cus-sion. Not re-per-cus-sion.

A friend’s personal dilemma
Since high school remember
Caught outside the circle
Associated with no member

Citations of “in the dream”
Past girls “what could have been”
Wish now he could’ve seen
Listening to the stereo on repeat
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Subtle hints with subtle winks
Unable to speak to female beings
And the chase would never start
Repercussions* only breathing

Approached a girl who “thinks like me”
Interest matches to a “T”
Stuck behind the local streets
Listening to the stereo on repeat
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One girl, two girl, three girl, four
There still that “T” who he can’t ignore
Options that appear are coming rather plenty
But it’s the same girl he’d rather explore

Prior plans from meet-and-greet
Stuck says she can not leave
Responses taste so bittersweet
Listening to the stereo on repeat
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Days now month feel incomplete
‘Her shows’ stop airing on T.V.
Lack of new since all-year round
Trying different pavement concrete

The only girl who he had a thing
Unopen inbox shown on screen
Words written “how’ve you’ve been”
Listening to the stereo on repeat

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June 12th 2017

Bboy – Success [00:16]

Break as the rhythm of the beat goes by
Survive as the dancer’s battle internalize
Truly there is no such things as limitation
Meditate so thoughts become preparation
Elevate the spirit, elevate the mind
Contemplate on actions, contemplate the time

Dance for the moment that brought you into creation
Reach out for that moment and touch that sensation
Motions that are made are made of certainty
Built by the hours to reach that harmony
Tolerate the future, tolerate the past
Growing as a dancer, growing to make it last

August 16th 2016

As she softly lays her head to rest
Warmly tucked beneath the sheets
I wish to part away her hair
That lay on her face as she sleeps

Perhaps then it would reveal
The dreams reflecting on her face
I wish to comb through her hair
To have her thoughts outlined and traced

Soon I too will be caught dreaming
But before then I want to experience peace
I wish to take one lasts look of her smile
As visions of my own begins and greets

My hand will find my ways to hers
With the warmth at our bedside
We’ll draw long and deep breaths
And yesterdays trouble will all subside

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February 14th, 2015

I didn’t necessarily use the exact lyrics, rather the mood, syllable and beat. It’s I guess a valentines sorta themed I guess.

0:00 – Wouldn’t it be nice
0:05 – To meet by accident now
0:09 – Where I could blame this weather
0:13 – To run into a few strangers
0:17 – And maybe find one who’s like me

0:25 – Wouldn’t it be funny
0:30 – If habits never grew old
0:34 – But there’s a reason for why then
0:38 – Why I keep to myself
0:43 – And why she would keep to hers

0:51 – I’ll be down on my luck again if I didn’t try
0:54 – Maybe if I copied what I saw in the books
0:59 – “Hello miss, what a lovely weather”
1:02 – “Maybe cause you’re here”
1:04 – “Things just seem brighter”

1:07 – So fate would have it
1:09 – A beautiful stranger sat by me
1:14 – And so I asked
1:16 – As she turned
1:18 – “Can I compliment you on how you look today”

1:23 – Minutes turn into late night hours of our own talk
1:30 – So she said
1:32 – I replied
1:35 – “Romantic to get to know you, would you like to meet up some time”

1:57 – Wasn’t it nice how
2:01 – To meet by accident now
2:05 – Where I could blame this weather
2:10 – To run into a few strangers
2:14 – And somehow find someone like me

November 30th, 2014

I wrote this for a friend, though I forgot that I can also add the poem here as well for whoever else wants to read. It’s not really my best poetry, but it’s still none the less writing to look back on.

There is a candle lit besides her
In a dark unspoken room
The fire sways around to guide her
Like the wisp surrounds a tomb

On the bed lies poor mother
Who lastly whispers “I cannot”
There was no point in having each other
When we die and what’s left is forgot

She slaps her mother’s face
There was such disbelief and trust
A weeping angel who lost her grace
As she learns of ashes to dust

December 12th, 2014

You sir who walks into a crowd
Holding on to the suitcase
Why might that tie be so heavy
Is it because you look down
Wondering the tick tick tock

Well you have nothing to fear
The sidewalks are not cracked
But the clouds are rather uneasy
Such mess need to be organized
The station now is at its next stop

Step off slowly from the platform
Speeches aren’t the easiest to make
So why not take a deep breath
As the candlelight extinguish
Is it that time of year now

Well you now owe a present
What of the previous keepsakes
Guess you can never have too much
Friends shouldn’t count as commodity
Yet already three becomes a crowd

But wouldn’t it be nice to fill an empty room
Since a full house is better than just a pair
And to share a tea for two is just as fine
Because any shades of green is in the fair
Which you have a ticket for an admit one

So maybe leave your business attire home
Go on a vacation for the next hour
There is always something over the hill
But if it causes you to recline
Have one foot over the other and you’re done

Oh would you look at that bell chime
It’s alright half past one again
Is it the weight of your suit now
Have you forgotten to look up
Surely it was just around the block

The suitcase, hat, and attire should change
Perhaps into something bright
And then it would feel so much lighter
There you go again forgetting to look left
Will you now forget to read and learn to stop

October 28th, 2014

Not Allowed to Live in the Now – Start the read at 00:10

One for the hooligans who starts all the riots
Two for the diplomats with one sided bias
Three for the witness who stands by in silence
Four for the victims oppressed by the violence

It’s really hard to tell what’s even allowed
How can one expect to live in the now

Mother’s whose son are blessed during war
Taking up arms, to harm and break down the door
Just to come home, alone and get some reward
Things haven’t changed since inventing sword

United, divided, or conquered we will stand
Afraid who prays, are gay, are strange in this land
They’re hazed for days and days, hearing that they can’t
We’re one step further from ever holding hands

It’s really hard to tell what’s even allowed
How can one expect to live in the now

Business as usual, another one in jail
Apologize, forgiven, let go off of bail
Another crime, in short time, someone gets killed
In and out, years to now, returning yes they will

It’s really hard to tell what’s even allowed
How can one expect to live in the now

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