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(.4; something on which a subsequent action or outcome depends; Encarta Dictionary)


he tells me:
“u a runner”
“u can’t be honest”
“u ain’t woman”

that i contradict myself
i need to “spruce” it up and stop flirtin’

he pimps me at parties
makes love to me good…
cooks potatoes and eggs next morning

and then i say
“i need time to paint”
he say
“paint”
then he asks me when is he gonna see me?

i’ve spent friday thru sunday in his bed.

monday i catch up on laundry and my so called life
and i was s’pose to “paint” on tuesday
but he need me

so

i guess …i’ll create on wednesday

but

he need me

gonna have to work out my creativity on thursday

but

i find myself standing ona subway platform trying to get to him
as soon as i can

come friday
come friday…my soul ain’t in it…and saturday is his time
although i say
“i need a lil’ time”

and we agree (in principle)

so… tuesday and thursday i begin to find myself

when we meet up he asks me … “am i seeing someone else ”?
and I wonder

where he thinks i have time to see anyone but him?
nonetheless …i answer honestly and sincerely “no baby”

i’ve not seen myself in so long

not seen myself in so long

….but i see him all the time and my stomach aches
he says “be myself”
yet heels turn him on…dresses and such
but i like “being” funky rock star
running ‘round like i do

he say
lets talk…but i never hear a sound
come
outta my mouth
there’s a tense grin
and i fear the right to have an opinion
i close my eyes and listen
to the music while he drives me home
but he has much to say…
about
how i don’t act right
don’t treat him right
don’t forgive enough
ain’t there enough

how i just don’t cut it no which way

yet…he miss me like crazy
can’t be trusted…but he miss me like crazy

so


i leave
good lovin’

i paint
i eat …WELL, but miss his potatoes
i leave
i paint...and see myself for the first time
saturday
i get up and work out, do the laundry, head out for a long walk into the city,
smile a lot
grab my favorite hoody and see a movie…come back and
paint

sunday

sleep til noon,
read essence
and oprah too, and smile
my thighs feel sturdy and my jaws don’t tighten
take a vitamin…work out
and i paint

beautiful things like what love really feels like
and
the surface of the universe

months go by and i forget
my hair has grown 2 inches
i laugh a lot
sometime i stay in just cuz
and
sometime i go out for the same reason

and i forget
how
to
get down
to someone else’s groove
but my own.


Kimabe2005

Reply with a quote cause I would copy everything even your sig. I'm really jocking right now cause you are my favorite writer of the moment. So please don't steal my sunshine. Please keep shining. ((with moisture seeping from the corners of her lips she retreats back to her dark corner and reads it again)) LOL. P.S. where'd you get that shot of L-Boog?

(laughing)...dunno where the l-shot come from...ma earth must've been blessin me that day...thank u luv...k

yes.

its amazing how much life will align itself
when you start to see yourself again

& all this time spent reading first word to end word..i think to myself, when will i be in ny to see her again? cause it feels like i've seen you so many times before, thru all your words.

always reading.
---
www.sheflypaper.com

wheneva u hit nyc....u HOLLA...family will be lookin 4 u...we major(loL)

miss k

e-mail me when you get a chance I'm on my way to NY and I have some questions. I like the chord-groove comment. Made me listen to my own tune a little reassuring me that I still love my NEO-Soul.

I've come to the realization -- (((Long Time Ago))) -- That in order to keep *MY* self~esteem & confidence ^UP^ -- I can't let "Nobody" get me down -- Twist me around -- Mold me or Fold me -- Or stomp me in the ground -- *Hell Nawwwwwhh* -- x(

Which is why I have a most unusual ~BUT~ wonderful relationship with someone who has no choice but to give me my space -- And get outtta my face when I'm feeling suffocated or smothered.

I've got to be "ME" -- (Whoever the hell that is?!?!? -- *chuckles*) -- And I ain't finished finding out "WHO" I am yet -- So until I do, I'm working on me "FIRST" -- Ain't got time to conform & comply with other's demands, nahmean?


I *KNOW* you feel me -- Based on ^THIS^ flow -- And I'm loving you for it! -- ;^) -- (And no, I ain't no funny~bunny either -- :P)


*Luv'n This*

you a hot mess(laughing)...but u aint nevah lie...k

I loved this, all the way through. its something that is not really discussed much, and you didnt paint it in a black and white light either, no pun intended. Its funny how someone can be saying something like "what about me" or "you dont do this for me" the whole time while they're unaware that they are the one being self absorbed. that is a classic relationshp problem, definately. def something to keep in mind, peace

a chord is created when you combine two or more notes, but a chord can contain notes that clash, OR notes that combine beautifully to form something new that emphsizes the strengths of both orginal notes.

There is nothing wrong with having your groove. and there is nothing wrong with fitting into anothers groove, but how nice it is to have somone willing and excited about fittting into your groove.

as usual i love the vibe tone and rhythem of this....kept me moving thru it...
peace
-j

how nice it is to have somone willing and excited about fitting into your groove....


that's the next phase jay...but first u have to know what your own music is to get there... and if someone is blastin somethin loud...how can there be harmony?...how do u hear the grove?

thanks for checkin in luv....k

when reading these I was caught in its melody.
I wish I knew how to make music with words...peace

- En-Vista

A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world. - Oscar Wilde

>he pimps me at parties
>makes love to me good…
>cooks potatoes and eggs next morning
>
>and then i say
>“i need time to paint”
>he say
>“paint”
>then he asks me when is he gonna see me?
>
>i’ve spent friday thru sunday in his bed.
>
>monday i catch up on laundry and my so called life
>and i was s’pose to “paint” on tuesday
>but he need me
>
>so
>
>i guess …i’ll create on wednesday
>
>but
>
>he need me
>
>gonna have to work out my creativity on thursday
>
>but
>
>i find myself standing ona subway platform trying to get to
>him
>as soon as i can
>
>come friday
>come friday…my soul ain’t in it…and saturday is his time
>although i say
>“i need a lil’ time”
>
>and we agree (in principle)
>
>so… tuesday and thursday i begin to find myself
>
>when we meet up he asks me … “am i seeing someone else ”?
>and I wonder
>
>where he thinks i have time to see anyone but him?
>nonetheless …i answer honestly and sincerely “no baby”
>
>i’ve not seen myself in so long
>
>not seen myself in so long
>
>….but i see him all the time and my stomach aches
>he says “be myself”
>yet heels turn him on…dresses and such
>but i like “being” funky rock star
>running ‘round like i do
>
>he say
>lets talk…but i never hear a sound
>come
>outta my mouth
>there’s a tense grin
>and i fear the right to have an opinion
>i close my eyes and listen
>to the music while he drives me home
>but he has much to say…
>about
>how i don’t act right
>don’t treat him right
>don’t forgive enough
>ain’t there enough
>
>how i just don’t cut it no which way
>
>yet…he miss me like crazy
>can’t be trusted…but he miss me like crazy
>
>so
>
>
>i leave
>good lovin’
>
>i paint
>i eat …WELL, but miss his potatoes
>i leave
>i paint...and see myself for the first time
>saturday
>i get up and work out, do the laundry, head out for a long
>walk into the city,
>smile a lot
>grab my favorite hoody and see a movie…come back and
>paint
>
>sunday
>
>sleep til noon,
>read essence
>and oprah too, and smile
>my thighs feel sturdy and my jaws don’t tighten
>take a vitamin…work out
>and i paint
>
>beautiful things like what love really feels like
>and
>the surface of the universe
>
>months go by and i forget
>my hair has grown 2 inches
>i laugh a lot
>sometime i stay in just cuz
>and
>sometime i go out for the same reason
>
>and i forget
>how
>to
>get down
>to someone else’s groove
>but my own.

i missed u

i identified like *this*.

iont put on heels.

but yeah... you feel me.

awesome.

i miss u too...we are defintiely...here (eye to eye)...k

ur new work
since the come back
is reading like
diary entries
plainly personal moreso
its much different from before
but welcomed just the same

like
i hope u git what it is im tryna say
i still got 'effect' in my head
i read it all the time

verbatum {i think thats the title}
is closest to THAT than any
but this work
seems more free

clearly, i love the former
but, i think this newer
is going to evolve into sumthing else still

~good luck w/that

ur right...even when i try to write the old way...it comes out this way!(lol)...i think i've become much more comfortable dealing with the interior of things/people/places that dont get said, than lookin out at the world and taking dictation on the obvious...thank u as always for the insight...miss k

You just came back to these boards and just blown me away even moreso than before.

I'm left speechless.

Kitkat

If fucking were graceful, I'd be your dancer

He is the flower that blooms everyday in my heart

lol....thank u thank u thank u....k

i love this mindset.

"that i contradict myself
i need to “spruce” it up and stop flirtin’ "

he sounds like he didn't know what he was talking about because this sounds like the woman part of woman to me...

and you paint.
i wish i had time to.

I've learned that if I have time to do everyone elses bidding...i MOST certainly have time to do my own thing...dig it?.....miss k

so talented i look for you to write novels soon just keep pennin the work is already in progress

"keep pennin till the earth birth's your rightful seed then nurture it wit more ink..."
ASIEM
"Kuun fiyah Kuun" Quran
(Be and it is)
" A writer takes his pen to write the words again that all in love is fair" Stevie Wonder

i dislike clingy men... i usually end up leaving anyway. i spent many years being clingy myself, hence, a grand turn-off when it's mirrored in front of you by someoen else.

my fav lines:

i’ve spent friday thru sunday in his bed.

monday i catch up on laundry and my so called life
and i was s’pose to “paint” on tuesday
but he need me

so

i guess …i’ll create on wednesday

but

he need me

gonna have to work out my creativity on thursday

but

i find myself standing ona subway platform trying to get to him
as soon as i can

come friday
come friday…my soul ain’t in it…and saturday is his time
although i say
“i need a lil’ time”


*smiles*

glad to see you wrote it ALL out.. perhaps you should perform this. better yet, lace it on your next demo... :-)

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http://www.lulu.com/content/132318

http://msmind.blogspot.com

hopefully people can see
my music is tethered to my brain. ©john mayer

it was time to let it out..it was the last of the last of that baggage...are u sayin' u wanna hera me sing again:)?....gurl i just might....ma k

>it was time to let it out..it was the last of the last of
>that baggage...are u sayin' u wanna hera me sing
>again:)?....gurl i just might....ma k

who really wouldn't wanna hear that? *nods*


------------------------
Pinwheels and Hula Hoops: my book
http://www.lulu.com/content/132318

http://msmind.blogspot.com

hopefully people can see
my music is tethered to my brain. ©john mayer

Doni D Boy

I liked this a lot, i saw pieces of my past relationships in it.

he says “be myself”
yet heels turn him on…dresses and such
but i like “being” funky rock star
running ‘round like i do

this reminded me of an old rock chick girlfriend i used to have and made me feel bad about the way i acted around her i was very emmm... imature. yea dats it and that covers a lot but this made me look at myself and question myself and helped me come to terms with who i am and who i am not, who i want to be, and who i dont. thanks 4 dat.

also i love the way you structure it, allowing us to really read into things in the way you intended.

i close my eyes and listen
to the music while he drives me home
but he has much to say…
about

the double meaning in the listen is kick ass here and you do it with:
lets talk…but i never hear a sound
come
outta my mouth

this is very cool and can only hope that one day i can use structure with such skill and grace. thanks again 4 your contribution.

This is getting archived.

I see this this happen a lot.

You catured it to the "T".

Peace,
~Toe

That is AMAZINGGGGG - I don't even know what else to say.
damn.



I wish you ~ Peace ~ Love ~ Happiness

missed your writing. Well done....

This had me entranced. definitely part of my would be collection. I've been on that kind of trip before, but only switch the genders. it hit home.

Vinnie
"Number one in the 'hood, G"