This one is about how you kinda fall for someone, and something happens and you just want to lose all feelings for this person. You just wish you didn't like/love them anymore. Here we go.....
Man, my memories of the love we shared leaves me floating in mid-air
The times we had lunch out on the field, as the wind blowed through you short hair
The looks we exchange as if we were trading baseball cards
No longer loving glances, my hearts falls and breaks into shards
of glass they cut my feet, to the white meat,
leaving me lying hurt, alone in the street
The smell of you in my favorite sweater
I hate it now, how I wish I never met her
Can't stand to see her beautiful face, so I'm writting this letter
I thought I was uncomparable, but she's found somebody better
As I'm writting tears fall, I ponder thoughts of one last call,
but I'm tired of being the only one giving the other my all
Its signed and its sealed all thats left is for it to be sent
I get in my car, and postal is where I went
Crazily I drive, windows down in this freezing weather
My thoughts run wild, as I envision your burden of all of this as light as a feather
All I want to do is loose this love,
last thoughts of us fitting like a glove
But I can't take it anymore, over this pain I am above
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Where Are All The Good Men
What is the deal! I return to remind all the ladies where to look for the best men, (hint* ATL). Sike, but this is a reminder to all females....
Urgent! Urgent! Urgent!Wanted!
A few good men!
A man that opens doors, and pulls out the chair at dinner
A man that can hold his own, and enough strength to carry his girl.
A REAL gentleman in the steets
Puts love first, and homies second
They have searched everywhere
In bars, in clubsIn libraries, in grocery stores
In malls, and stores
Everywhere you could think ofexecpt for under our noses
The gentlemen, they get looked over and skipped
The nice guys, get stepped on and ignored
Many days they cry on these men's shoulders
About the men they passed over them for
These men hold the door open
And you thank them by goin for the same men that step on you
So is this still urgent?
Are they still hidden?
You complain about the dogs
And you skip over the men
You like being ignored, you like being hurt
This is the image you portray
This is what you ask for
This is the ode the gentlemen
An ode to the nice guys
You wonder where are the good men
check your friends
Urgent! Urgent! Urgent!Wanted!
A few good men!
A man that opens doors, and pulls out the chair at dinner
A man that can hold his own, and enough strength to carry his girl.
A REAL gentleman in the steets
Puts love first, and homies second
They have searched everywhere
In bars, in clubsIn libraries, in grocery stores
In malls, and stores
Everywhere you could think ofexecpt for under our noses
The gentlemen, they get looked over and skipped
The nice guys, get stepped on and ignored
Many days they cry on these men's shoulders
About the men they passed over them for
These men hold the door open
And you thank them by goin for the same men that step on you
So is this still urgent?
Are they still hidden?
You complain about the dogs
And you skip over the men
You like being ignored, you like being hurt
This is the image you portray
This is what you ask for
This is the ode the gentlemen
An ode to the nice guys
You wonder where are the good men
check your friends
Thursday, January 8, 2009
A Neglected Presence
This goes out to all my hood people out there.
In zones, in wards, in burrows we live, and strive to survive
you call them hoods but we call them homes
you fear to drive through them, while we wish to live through them
you glance at them and grimace with disgust, we stare at them and smile with hope
stars glamourize the dispair they faced while sitting in our shoes, our residents just live in it, making the best of our dealt hand
A house with 3 rooms is packed to capacity
a full size refridgerator is fully empty, it matches our stomachs
we heat the house with an applaince that cooks our imaginary food
head to toe we sleep, hand to mouth we live
We only dream of escaping this destiny of just enough
so we resort to means that would disgust most but encourage others
selling the ame thing that caused mom to leaves on the doorstep of grandma's house
slinging to the same group that broke in the house last week
defending to the death the same thing that is killing our brothers and sisters
we only see ourselves in the results and we ignore the ones we step on in our attempt to escape
We decline the help of those who hurt us
our family has been wronged and all we see is the equal reprecussion
again and again we step into somebody's trap
the only escape is looked over and treated as plan
We witness our brothers taken from us but nobody ever sees anything
we are taught to stay blind
a blind eye to what can hurt us and an open eye to our own oppurtunities
what are our other options, watch with open eyes
and share the same fate, someody must stand up
In theses zones, wards, and burrows we are bornand in these same zones, wards, and burrows they want us to die
In zones, in wards, in burrows we live, and strive to survive
you call them hoods but we call them homes
you fear to drive through them, while we wish to live through them
you glance at them and grimace with disgust, we stare at them and smile with hope
stars glamourize the dispair they faced while sitting in our shoes, our residents just live in it, making the best of our dealt hand
A house with 3 rooms is packed to capacity
a full size refridgerator is fully empty, it matches our stomachs
we heat the house with an applaince that cooks our imaginary food
head to toe we sleep, hand to mouth we live
We only dream of escaping this destiny of just enough
so we resort to means that would disgust most but encourage others
selling the ame thing that caused mom to leaves on the doorstep of grandma's house
slinging to the same group that broke in the house last week
defending to the death the same thing that is killing our brothers and sisters
we only see ourselves in the results and we ignore the ones we step on in our attempt to escape
We decline the help of those who hurt us
our family has been wronged and all we see is the equal reprecussion
again and again we step into somebody's trap
the only escape is looked over and treated as plan
We witness our brothers taken from us but nobody ever sees anything
we are taught to stay blind
a blind eye to what can hurt us and an open eye to our own oppurtunities
what are our other options, watch with open eyes
and share the same fate, someody must stand up
In theses zones, wards, and burrows we are bornand in these same zones, wards, and burrows they want us to die
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Deeper
Just to start thing us I'm gonna hit ya with Deeper (which can be found on my facebook)
The sun rises to those whose backs bear wounds
from friends that come with missions that are shaded
that will soon lead to you being degraded, and embarassed
I rise and begin my day the same way each daypondering if my pet can solve my problems
Everyday I feel pain that medicine can't numb
A stinging that cannot be ignored
I lie in bed resting my mind and resting my body
But mostly trying to forget my troubles
No wife, no kids, even my pet wants to do me wrong
Hours of lying in self pity, I begin to drown
Swallowing the years of depression that continues to pour into my mind
I reach out wildly for the good memories
The days that my son would look into my eyes and tell me of his love for me
The times my wife laid in my arms until she fell asleep, and awakening in the same postion
But constantly they are outwayed by the times I showed my love with kisses
Kisses that left bruises on each cheek, and both arms
By the times that I visited my son lying in a bed
Motionless
Dead to the world, and me myself in a cage like the animal that I proved myself to be
These times flood my mind
I toss and turn as the sun goes down
Still I lie in the same position
But by now the bed is in a different condition
Surrounded by the sharpest of swords
Letters of mail that describes the feelings this land has for me
In each one they broadcast one common goalthis goal only me and my pet can solve
Finally I arise
Gently I pick up my petIn my hand my bird sits and perches itself
I give the world what they wantI hold my deserted eagle as it screeches in my ear
And with this I fly down my building to show the world exactly what they were asking for
The sun rises to those whose backs bear wounds
from friends that come with missions that are shaded
that will soon lead to you being degraded, and embarassed
I rise and begin my day the same way each daypondering if my pet can solve my problems
Everyday I feel pain that medicine can't numb
A stinging that cannot be ignored
I lie in bed resting my mind and resting my body
But mostly trying to forget my troubles
No wife, no kids, even my pet wants to do me wrong
Hours of lying in self pity, I begin to drown
Swallowing the years of depression that continues to pour into my mind
I reach out wildly for the good memories
The days that my son would look into my eyes and tell me of his love for me
The times my wife laid in my arms until she fell asleep, and awakening in the same postion
But constantly they are outwayed by the times I showed my love with kisses
Kisses that left bruises on each cheek, and both arms
By the times that I visited my son lying in a bed
Motionless
Dead to the world, and me myself in a cage like the animal that I proved myself to be
These times flood my mind
I toss and turn as the sun goes down
Still I lie in the same position
But by now the bed is in a different condition
Surrounded by the sharpest of swords
Letters of mail that describes the feelings this land has for me
In each one they broadcast one common goalthis goal only me and my pet can solve
Finally I arise
Gently I pick up my petIn my hand my bird sits and perches itself
I give the world what they wantI hold my deserted eagle as it screeches in my ear
And with this I fly down my building to show the world exactly what they were asking for
The Opening Act
Dear Reader,
Good day and greetings. Let me just introduce myself, my name is Douglas Fuller aka Doug E. Fresh. I am a college student at ORU and I am a poet, retired football player (considering the fact that my school has no football team), semi-semi-pro basketball player, but an athlete none-the-less. I am in the pathway to become a fashion designer of my own clothing line which WILL come out this year.
But this blog is about me and my insight and anything that comes cross my mind in my poetry. I will try to post poetry everyday. You can find most of these poems on my facebook, so check those out too.
THIS IS IT, THE FRESH REVIVAL!!!
Sincerely,
Doug Fresh
Good day and greetings. Let me just introduce myself, my name is Douglas Fuller aka Doug E. Fresh. I am a college student at ORU and I am a poet, retired football player (considering the fact that my school has no football team), semi-semi-pro basketball player, but an athlete none-the-less. I am in the pathway to become a fashion designer of my own clothing line which WILL come out this year.
But this blog is about me and my insight and anything that comes cross my mind in my poetry. I will try to post poetry everyday. You can find most of these poems on my facebook, so check those out too.
THIS IS IT, THE FRESH REVIVAL!!!
Sincerely,
Doug Fresh
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