Childhood

 

Don't you just wish you were still a child?  You could do pretty much whatever and get away with it.  Your imagination was nutty.  You could come up with a way to play with pretty much whatever.  Your friends would play board games with you... if you ask your homies to play board games now, they look at you like you as if you had said the dumbest comment they have ever heard.  Your mom or dad will do anything for you.  If you are hungry, they will make you food.  If you pooped yourself, they will wash you off.  When you are a child, anything goes.  I miss childhood. I don't want to grow up.  It is scary.  But... bring it adulthood. 

You Know I'm Thinking About You

Yeah, you know I'm thinking about you.
I'm thinking about you like a fat ass loves his cupcakes
like a rock star thinks about heroin
like a thirteen year old boy thinks about masturbating
like Mr. Crocker thinks about fairy odd parents
and like hipsters think about being different... even though they all look the same

I've been thinking bout forever... thank you Frank Ocean #OFWGKTA

I've been thinking about a lot of other things, too
like some fine ladies surrounding me
like the the fat girl's thong hanging out in front of me
like "When am I going to finish this poem?"
like legalizing that good good

But, come to think of it, I'm still thinking about you

I'm thinking about the first facebook messages I got from you
how we could talk hours on end and not get sick of each other
the times when we would chill at the park
how you could change my emotions more than anyone

Damn... why am I still thinking about you?

Meat Head Pride

 

 Do you know I hate?  Fat people, ugly people, and more fat people.  If you don't look good, then how do you live with yourself?? Yeah, IDK, too??  

The only way to live your life is to live it big. You need to feel swoll! HUGE!!!  

So... all I can say is: I got...

MEAT HEAD PRIDE

TruMoo in NYC

I'm not really sure what to say when I write about love.  And who knows more about love than my home girl T Swizzle??  Yeah... No one does!  So read the lyrics to "Love Story" and you will know what love is.

 

"Love Story"

We were both young when I first saw you.
I close my eyes and the flashback starts:
I'm standing there on a balcony in summer air.

See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns.
See you make your way through the crowd
And say, "Hello,"
Little did I know...

That you were Romeo, you were throwing pebbles,
And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet"
And I was crying on the staircase
Begging you, "Please don't go"
And I said...

Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone.
I'll be waiting; all that's left to do is run.
You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess,
It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes".

So I sneak out to the garden to see you.
We keep quiet 'cause we're dead if they knew
So close your eyes... escape this town for a little while.
Oh, oh.

'cause you were Romeo - I was a scarlet letter,
And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet"
But you were everything to me,
I was begging you, "Please don't go"
And I said...

Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone.
I'll be waiting; all that's left to do is run.
You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess.
It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes".

Romeo, save me, they're trying to tell me how to feel.
This love is difficult but it's real.
Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess.
It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes".

Oh, oh.

I got tired of waiting
Wondering if you were ever coming around.
My faith in you was fading
When I met you on the outskirts of town.
And I said...

Romeo, save me, I've been feeling so alone.
I keep waiting for you but you never come.
Is this in my head? I don't know what to think.
He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and said...

Marry me, Juliet, you'll never have to be alone.
I love you, and that's all I really know.
I talked to your dad ‒ go pick out a white dress
It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes".

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

'cause we were both young when I first saw you

A Poem To My Mother

Hello Mom

You are great.
Yes, you make some really good cake.
You are my mom, I think it is fate.
You have taught me well, except how to cook my steak.

I have made some stupid decisions,
but you still love me.
I did not get your perfect vision,
but my Ray Bans make me look like a G.
I know I have made you cry,
and I am sorry.
But please go out of town so I can throw a party.

This poem is a way for me to express my thanks.
I know some of it is random, but I'm just trying to rhyme.
You are great.
Now you are now calling my name.
So I guess i just gotta say...

Bye Mom

Am I Really Alive??

Are we alive??  Is this world real? Are we just an epiphany in someone's mind in another world or universe?  Or are we really here?  These are all unknown answers that, I guess, we will never really know until we move on to the next life.  But I'd like to think that we are real.  I'd like to think that we are here for a purpose.  That we are an actual being that isn't just some chemical reaction that happened from an explosion in space.  I'd like to believe that we really have a heart beat and that we aren't just a bunch of codes in a computer.  But am I alive?  I guess I will just let my life determine that question.