Yeah...

He moves like the wind blows and writes shit that holds my mind hostage for days on end...I just wanna dance with him son just to see if it's as good as my dreams and that's a lot to live up to...I imagine it's like passion masquerading as innocent interaction until it just opens its self and envelops u like, like falling into the sun *sigh*...I mean that man moves like honey slow sweet but with just enough body to remind you that he's there...Sexy
~Boogie~

Me An Author?..

...Sike Nah lol...

Well maybe, at the suggestion of my friend and older sisters
I'm contemplating writing a book of some sort...
Probably just an amalgam of pieces written within
the next 3 or 4 months depending on how I feel about
my work come winter break...
The only off putting part is the subsequent attention
and eventual criticism... In blog form my writing is open to
the masses but only accessible to those that care to look,
as a book my thoughts will be more widely available...
Then it's the logistics of cover art, composition, publishing
and marketing... A lot of work, but how boss would it be to have
a copy of my own book on the vast shelves in my future home?
Are vulnerability, alleged dopeness, and often wavering will
enough to produce a meaningful piece of art?
Too many questions, not enough answers...
Maybe this will give me a reason to bother some people
lol...
~Boogie~

Study Break...

Let our first date be in the library
Meet me on the 4th floor in our favorite group study room
So we can slam our hearts out
Let the passion in our voices draw a crowd of our peers
Too hopped up on caffeine and fast food to remember
What true love sounds like
Faces pressed up against the glass
Like children watching the world whiz by train windows
Filled with wonder of whats on the other side but
Know better than to question it
Let our words bellow like Barry White's voice and wake
Anyone with the luck to be sleeping before 12am on a school night
Spilling our hearts onto the chalkboards
And letting them run down the walls
Damn the cleaning crew is gonna hate us
My Moon, Let me be the first to explore your dark side
So I can chart every crater left in your heart by those before me
Just so I can remember what makes you who you are
And yes, I'll be your star, much younger and brighter than the sun and
Guaranteed to last as long as you do
Don't worry, when I end, my supernova will envelop you
Yeah baby, I'm taking you with me.
Look it's the security guard, the library's closing
All that remains of our audience are face prints
And empty coffee cups
Yo, the cleaning crew really is gonna hate us
Oh well,
Date number two is on you

The Clutter In My Mind

...Reborn by the fire in your eyes, I am your Phoenix...
Imagine this being said with the cadence B. Yung had in
his "I am a Queen" piece... How dope does that sound

Low Key Excited...

I am working on a new poem
and I've been getting feedback
from a few friends who enjoy poetry
but can also offer constructive criticism
but the feedback i'm most excited about came
from a published young poet and one of my
new favorites, none other than
Mr. Nik Richard...
So hot, so talented, and an all around nice guy...
His first book
Love and Water
So amazing I've read it at least 4 times
You should pick it up
And his accent is so cute
FYI: He personally signs the inside of the back cover
as not to bend the book, apparently some people don't notice
but I did lol