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Al Green, “Let’s Stay Together”
If she loves you, if she really loves you, you’ll know it. If you can wake up to her staring at you and it’s not even mildly creepy, if you catch her smelling the shoulder of the hooded sweatshirt you lent her for an autumn walk at the beach, and not for B.O., if she makes you a pancake in the shape of a shark, if she calls you drunkenly at four in the morning “to talk,” if she laughs at your jokes when they’re funny and makes fun of you when they’re not, if she keeps her fridge stocked with Guinness tallboys for when you come over, if she tells you how she wishes she were closer to her sister and that her dad makes her sad: She loves you, of course she loves you.
Pasha Malla, The Morning News
1 month ago on April 19, 2012 at 05:34pm
Love Poem Medley by Rudy Francisco
I want you to bite my lip until I can no longer speak. And then suck my ex girlfriend’s name right out of my mouth just to make sure she never comes up in our conversation. I’m going to be honest, I’m not really a love poet. In fact, every time I try to write about love, my hands cramp - just to show me how painful love can be. And sometimes my pencils break, just to prove to me every now and then love takes a little more work then you planned. See I heard that love is blind, so I write all my poems in braille. And my poems are never actually finished because true love is endless. I always believed that real love is kind of like a super model before she gets airbrushed; It’s pure, and imperfect - just the way that God intended.
I’m going to be honest, I’m not a love poet… But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I really wanted to write about love - I swear that my first poem would be about you. About how I love you the same way I learned how to ride a bike. Scared. But reckless. With no training wheels or elbow pads so my scars can tell the story of how I fell for you. You see, I’m not really a love poet. But if I was I would write about how I see your face in every cloud and your reflection in every window. You see, I’ve written like a million poems hoping that maybe somehow, someway you’ll jump out of the page and be closer to me - because if you were here, right now, I would massage your back until your skin sang songs that your lips don’t even know the words to. Until your heartbeat sounds like my last name and you smile like the Pacific Ocean. I want to drink the sunlight in your skin.
If I were a love poet, I’d write about how you have the audacity to be beautiful. Even on days when everything around you is ugly. You see, I’d write about your eyelashes and how they’re like violin strings that play symphonies every time you blink. If I was a love poet I would write about how I melt in front of you like an ice sculptor. Every time I hear the vibration in your voice and whenever I see your name on the caller ID, my heart - it plays hopscotch inside of my chest. Yo, it climbs onto my ribs like monkey bars and I feel like a child all over again.
I know this sounds strange, but every now and then I pray that God somehow turns you back into one of my ribs just so that I would never have to spend an entire day without you. And I swear, I’m not a love poet. But if I was to wake up tomorrow and decide that I really want to write about love. You’re my first poem; it would be about you.
Let’s put it like this, I wanna be your ex-boyfriend’s stunt man. I wanna do everything that he never had the courage to do; like trust you. I swear that when our lips touch I can taste the next 60 years of my life. And some days, I want to swallow stacks of your pictures just so you can be a part of me for a little bit longer. If I could, I would sample your smile and then I’d let my heart create the baseline; we would create the greatest love song of all time whenever we stand next to each other. Together, we could be music. And when my friends ask if you’re my girlfriend, I’ll tell them, “No, she’s my musician.” And me? I’m her favorite song.
3 months ago on February 25, 2012 at 01:01am
I Gotta Find Peace of Mind || Lauryn Hill
You are my peace of mind.
3 months ago on February 09, 2012 at 09:46pm
R.I.P. Don Cornelius
Thank you for changing the music game by bringing us quality performances like this. The impact of your show resonates with my generation and beyond.
m1ko:
“Scars” by Rudy Francisco @ inkslam 09 (by rudyfranciscothepoet)
1. If I could I would nail these hands to the edges of stars. I would sacrifice this body to the sky hoping to resurrect as someone spiteful enough to not give a fuck about you.
2. Staple me to a cross. Pierce my side with a broken promise and I will bleed all the crippled reasons why you deserve one more chance.
3.Your bed smells like the last thing I was really good at.
4.You wanna know how I got these scars? I ripped every last piece of you out of my smile.
5. I whispered you stardust.
6. I spoke you into sunflowers.
7.I dipped my hands in forever. Touched you infinity. Treated you as if you were the last molecule of oxygen inside of a gas chamber. I was good to you.
8. You wanna know how I got these scars? I swallowed my pride and it clawed its way outside of my mouth.
9. I realized I was never really your boyfriend. I was just your fucking hype man.
10. I hope your next boyfriend gets smallpox.
10. Yes I said smallpox!
10. I hate you!
10. I miss you!
10. I love you!
10. It’s hard for me to count when I get emotional.
10. I heard that 90% of human interaction is nonverbal so….
10. If I could I would tie your arms to a daydream and then auction you off to my fondest memories.
See I wrote this poem in my own spinal fluid, I put it on the backbone of a white flag so before you read it you’ll already know that I’ve given up. I’ll just keep you here. Shackled to the most important chapter of my life story pressed into the basement of my eyelids like liquid salvation so I remember you beautiful with amazing underneath your wings and an orchid smile you gorgeous earthquake. You cracked hourglass with sand spilling from behind your ribs, you wasted my time.
How dare you linger on my lips and then kiss me like a stuttering apology with excuses stapled to the roof of your mouth. I still remember you like a dream tattooed to the inner walls of a long term memory but some days I wonder if you existed at all.
And of course, you wanna know how I got these scars.
Well fine I’ll tell you…
I got these scars the day I fell in love with you.
I landed face first.
I marvel at the stars and feel my heart overflow.
There’s a few simple thing that I’d like you to know.
I find a piece in mind anytime that you’re near me.
From the language of my heart I miss you dearly.
“To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before” Mayda Del Valle Def Jam Poetry
This brought tears to my eyes..
I will sleep on dry pillows now in a bed big enough to love myself in I will awake these coming mornings with my eyes dry and shining full of the knowledge I am priceless and worth nothing but honesty I will remove the scarlet letter from my chest and hold the hand of the little girl I used to be and say I’m sorry to her I’m sorry for cheating you out of the joy you have always deserved and I will wait for a man to come along that can give me the truth of how much he can really love me
2 years ago on March 08, 2010 at 08:12pm
