Take a Hit

Take A Hit…
It never came packaged or laced
We couldn’t buy it for a 20 spot we couldn’t even bargain for some change
Instead we grew it Ourselves, cut out the middle man and watched it grow.
Our own creation
We planted it on trust, watered it with patience, and left it in the light of time.
Some days growth was overwhelming, the leaves couldn’t help but to intertwine with one another
Touch each other, until a bud appeared.
Oh, I think it was just fertilized.
Other days growth was non-existent
One side grew towards the light while the other was blinded and hid in the dark
But the passion for that growth still remained.
And we were sure that it was unstoppable, unbeatable, with satisfaction guaranteed
Until…
the last bud
We clipped it, shredded it, and rolled it up with our beating hearts.
We ignite it with our last flame and pulled it in slow.
We kept the rotation until there was only one last hit to savor.
The reminiscent thoughts of the foundation that grew this simmered down through the smoke.
Until the last hit…
And so we took our last hit together
Our last hit of Love.
Threw away the ashes under the rug.
The only substance left is the seeds it grew from.
I was her,
He was him.
It was never sold or manufactured, it was love shared once and never again
Our last hit.

written by: M.A.R.

Lonely Love

Loneliness is to be by herself.

To create an environment that is empty

Occupation:

one.

To fear loneliness is for her to fear the feeling of not being wanted

To not feel a connection, bond, or interaction with anyone but one.

herself.

But to fear love, is a determination to be lonely.

How can she fear love?

Her world is solely built around one emotion and one word.

Love.

She cannot study for her psych exam and excel in school without love.

There are no dinner reservations, or Broadway tickets without love.

Her bed remains warm only on one side without love.

There is no shoulder to cry on or hand to hold without love.

Worst of all, her life will NOT be successful without Love meaning

Love is her determination, her strength, her weakness, her heart, and soul.

Love will love her back when her Prada, range, and 3- story house fail to do so.

Love will be intimate, passionate, and caress her every flaw.

Love will help her pro-create and she will forever have gifts that will resemble her Love however

Will make her cry

Love can treat her so wrong she is clueless to what is right.

Love is only separated by a thin line next to hate.

Love can turn into her enemy

But love

Can never be equivalent to loneliness.

Friend or foe, love will always be there just like oxygen to air.So for her to fear love, her only companion is herself.

Occupation:

one.

Written by M.A.R.

No Ordinary Love

I'm not heartless, because I'm not the tin man.
What I am is careful
Because there is certain type of love I want
And I'm willing to wait a life time for.
The love I want is:
When u saw her u went back to ur school crush days, where u can't put together a sentence to say how u feel
But the look in ur eyes, says it all.
The love I want:
When u have kiss each other a thousand times, u still feel that nervousness and magic like the first kiss.
The love I want:
You and I love each other for our greatest features and love each other for our worst flaws.
Because I like to bite my nails and look scruffy somedays.
The love I want:
The first time I tell you love you, I ment you!
Not a part but of u but everything that comes with you. Yes, that means even those annoying relatives.
The love I want:
We challenge each other think, read, and to enjoy life journeys.
The love I want:
When we argue, and I'm wrong. That later that day I come back and sing ur favorite song to apologize and kiss you on the forehead.
The love I want:
I'm not putting my heart on the line, we just made an even exchange.
The love I speak of:
When I wake up in the morning, u got on ayourhair wrap, eye boogers, and morning breathe.
I will still give a kiss, give that look I spoke of at the beginning of the poem, and thank god everyday, that u are here with me.
This love is.........
No ordinary love.
Its tailor made for my heart and the lady for me.

Case Of the Ex

This is my first time seeing her since the break up
I left her when I was old enough to be in LOVE
I left her for college and my dreams
I wanted to see something
Try new things
She was all I knew
It was time we grew apart
As I change, so did she
She looks better then I remember
The hardest part about seeing her, is to see her with someone else
Just the other night, I saw her in Wales video, and it bothered me
I thought those feelings were going
I thought I wouldn't want to come back
But I can't still feel this wayOr can I?
I still love her for:
Her culture, her influences, her swagger, and her personality
And the fact She likes to wear bright colors
She's the type chick that can be snobbish, ghetto, party girl, or laid back
It depends what side u come across.
I perferred the snobbish side, so I call her my uptown girl.
I used to love the way she could wear nike boots and northface during the day
But at night she wear a dress and heels
She introduce me to go-go
She put mumbo sauce on my wings
I used to go downtown on her using the subway
This girl got me into poetry
She will forever be apart of me
There is no place I would rather be
Then with my ex love, the DMV.