Fuck

Maybe you are right Tuan. fucker..haha
All this time I'm trying to be so damned optimistic but I never took a glance at the negatives.
Fuck.

I fucking hate this shit.
All this fucking questioning
Why can't shit be so damned straight forward.
Why can't it be out in the open.
Your wondering if I'm pissed.
Well I am, cause I don't know where to go from here.
Minus the big part of the picture i was painting and I was left with a disaster.
I rebuilt that disaster into a forever evolving masterpiece.
I turn around for one second and there's a cute little smudge on my work of art.
But how do I interpret that mishap.
Do I embrace it and work my masterpiece around it?
Do I scrap the whole thing because it has been tainted by another individuals taste of art?

Do you see where I'm getting at?

Maybe that smudge is a cruel reminder that I can't escape who I am.
Maybe I wasn't supposed to notice it because it was a mistake.
Maybe everything that I'm supposed to be happy about is a mistake.

I think it's time to confront these issues but I have to give it some thought and make sure my approach is correct.

I have to give myself time to brace myself for the worst.
Life is going to suck from this point on...
Where did everything go?

Triple Postin

Tabitha(hip Hop)


Katie Shean (Contemporary)

Love At First Sight

Our eyes meet, and I am instantly drawn to her
Like the physical laws of gravity, the force of attraction has me confined

With every ounce of will, I try my hardest to shift eyes in another direction
Perplexed by her nature, she finds her way back into my sights

Never before has a woman stimulated my every emotion
Never before has a woman looked so pure

It is not the way her body is flawlessly sculpted that astounds me
I wouldn’t describe this in the least as lust

But it’s the way her hair moves with her body as she walks
as if in harmony with some angelic tune that only she can hear.

A skeptic of such intimate feelings
I find myself becoming a believer with every second that passes

I cannot describe such intoxicating sensation, nor understand it
And It is because of this fact, that allowing her presence to leave me is not an option

I collect my thoughts and gain my composure, making way toward her aura
Electricity flowing through my veins as I am just inches from such gorgeous divinity

Not only does she acknowledge my presence
but smiles with an expression reciprocating desire

Without the disturbance of words, I offer her my hand
And as she receives in onto hers, I am overwhelmed to discover it fit into my palm…

Perfectly.

- Cryptick