Eight Minutes--*

I spent eight minutes writing
Your name
In cursive
Till my pen bled
And the page began to
Dampen with tears
The edges turned black and curled over
With the burn of
Each memory
Lost
I spent eight minutes writing
Your name
In cursive
Cramping my wrists
With each stroke
Your name is beautiful
In cursive
In print
In general.
Signing each line with
A poetic
Flame
Your name was carried
With a scent of summer
And the page blossomed
With
Daisies and roses
I spent eight minutes writing
Your name
In cursive
Before I realized
I had begun writing mine.

damn.

--tianam0nique.

The Rain Got Me Thinkin--*

Penny For Your Thoughts--*

"I love words. Words are the whores of everything beautiful"-- Dustin Stonecipher.

man he's so dope. and his name is sooo cool!! =]

--Rainy day today... and I got mad inspiration from it and other sources as well.

Enjoy.

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These dark clouds hang low on damp streets,
Reminding me of how insignificant my existence really is

And I begin to miss

Everything

The breeze feels “beautiful” and I feel as though I am not worthy

To be standing in the essence of its grace,

Blocking a space that it could effortlessly fill,

Interrupting a symphony sung my nature’s choir.

I can’t tell the difference between the rain and tears anymore.

The salt burns as it hits my moist skin silently,

Giving me an electric shock of reality

I miss my youth.

Standing in the middle of the street,

My arms held down on both my sides,

Hands clenched in fists,

Eye’s closed tight and,

My tongue outstretched,

Begging for a taste of inspiration

Somehow the rain misses my tongue,

Catching onto my cheeks,

Creating pathways down my neck

-Eyes kept closed

My mind wonders back to

Six years old.

When the rain was just an excuse to run around

In soaked clothes, waiting for rainbows and

Expecting pots of gold to be hidden behind,

Willow trees

Laughter falling among sidewalks, where our brilliant

Chalk artworks are washed away,

Painting new masterpieces

The simplicity of being six years old felt so good.

-Eyes open.

I am caught in a web of r e a l i t y, forced down

By the heavy weight of raindrops caressing my shoulders

I cannot tell the difference anymore and when I look down,

I don’t know if I am standing in a puddle of rain,

Or a puddle of tears,

And in the distance I hear your name echo

In a faint thunder.

--tianamonique*

ONE ART--*

I swear.. this poem cures every bad emotion.
Guilt.
Sadness.
Anger.
Despise.
Jealousy.
Disappointment.
Fear.

Read this.. and I promise.. it will raise your spirts. Its my 2nd fav poem. I shall post my fav one someday, when it applies. But I went to read this one today, and it made me smile.

enjoy.
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The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

---Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
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*sigh*
life is beautiful.
enjoy it. love it. live it.

WHY DO WE LOVE LOVE?--*

-Our relations
Revolved
Around temptations
So when there was no patience
Involved
The equation was left
Unsolved.-


*tianamonique.

SUNDAY NIGHT WITH CAMY-O--*

MOOLAH B WAS UNAWARE THAT CAMY-O WAS RECORDING =D SHES AWESOME. ROOMIE!!

I'll Admit Im Jealous--*

UGH!

I WANT matching tattoo with somebody!! =[

As much as I wna hate em... they are kinda cute! LOL.

Welp ; Hip-Hip Hooray for Rihanna and Chris Brown.

Just In Case--*

" 'U' and 'I' are not together, for like the Montegues and the Capulets, we each have our own side of the alphabet"
=]
quickie.
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Just in case the last words I say to you are bitter,
Or if our last encounter with eachother ends in
Distant stares.
In case we exchange words without thinking before speaking them.
In case your heart drops after you see me,
Just in case your eyes swell when you hear my name,
Remembering the hurt that I might place on your frame.
If I end up gone and the last thing I said to you
Fall benieth your breath, leaving you speechless..
In case you walk away believing you're alone,
Please know you brought a light to my life
That will never cease to burn bright.
Know your name is embedded in my skin.
Know I love you beyond measure.
So in case we never speak again,
Please know you were the muse
That kept my ordinary words singing.
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--PLS DONT TRY TO OVERANALYZE ANYTHING I HAVE TO SAY.

.tianamonique.

SIMPLICITY.--*

Align your lines with my rhymes
And maybe in time
We can build the spine
That binds your work
With mine.

I Dare You To Let Me Write You.

--tianamonique.

SAUL WILLIAMS--*

IS MY IDOL =D

He speaks the truth. Yall need to listen. For all yu wannbe rappers that claim ur hip-hop..psh...HERE YU GO =D.

Enjoy.

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We are growing tired of you. We love women for more than you have ever seen in them. We love hi-hop for more than you have ever used it for. We love ourselves, not for our possesions, but for the spirt that possesses us. We honor your existence. We honor your freedom. But a freedom that costs, obviously, is not free. Watch what you say. Watch what you value. Planes crash. Bank vaults are airtight, you will suffocate in them. Cars crash. Word life. Word death. Your hit songs hit and run. We are wounded but not dead. And we are coming to reclaim what is ours. The main stream: the ocean. The current. Our time is now. Word is bond.

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SNAPS FOR THE HIP-HOP HEADS.

WORDISBOND.

--TIANAMONIQUE.

I KNOW--*

I havn't posted anything lately.. but my words are running short..
Call it writers block.. but I can't seem to put to paper how i'm feeling these days.

Hm.

Something needs to change.. and best believe that change is coming.

-tianamonique.

THIS AINT A LOVE SONG...--*

Penny For Your Thoughts--*
"Fuck You. This Is My Room."--DJ.

Very well stated. =]
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AIGHT.. so friday night with Camy-O and Moolah B.. Chillin.
Decided to pay tribute to SDP n shit. Let Us Get In "Da Boof".

We Worthy Ngha.

TAKE ONE



TAKE TWO.

TAKE THREE

Ode To America--*

Penny For Your Thoughts--*
"Light only penetrates the darkness that's already there"-SAUL WILLIAMS.

Mr. Williams is a genius. Seriously.
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He came inside her.
Right after she pleaded "not guilty",
Calling her distant father's name in vain
With the weight of his absence so present.
The rape of polictical scandals falling across her surface.
Her face has fallen.
Calling for a revolution, her skin is dry waiting for her pores
To be awakened with resolution.
The pollution rises through the cracks of her nose.
He told he loved her before kissing her quietly.
Pulling her closer with each faint lie,
She WAS the promise land,
He IS the promise man, promising dreams
And change,
And love.
But she was not loved, and she felt it and
The welts from her lover's hand melted
In her palms.
Never saw it coming.
Weeping silently and alone,
Watching her children suffer the mass beatings
She recieved for being too strong.
The ring was forced onto her wilted finger,
Holding dreams she knew no longer existed.
Married to a love that was insisted,
She tried to resist it cuz his love was not consistent
Persitant on power a trip, her lover didn't give a shit,
Twisted around his finger, she choked on his every word,
Pretending not to hear, knowing her voice would not be heard.
She wanted to love him, but his morals were too complex
To understand.
In attempt to make him happy,
She began birthing new orders, and new laws,
But all he did was fuck her raw.
Hardcore, leaving scars among her broken branches hanging by little faith.
Her breathe whispers hope into the autumn breeze,
Hoping a man whispers back with the same needs as she.
With the same morals, and wants, and desires,
Hoping a man can extinguish the fires when her lover retires.
She's calling for a revolution.

A Revolution.
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OMG TOMORROW IS ELECTION DAY =]
Make sure you people go out and vote.. Even if yu think it won't matter.
It 100% DOES!! Got my vote in early =]


OBAMA/BIDEN 08! YEEEEEEEEEEEE.