Write. Graff. Dance.

Photo

Thu, 23 Aug 2012 04:53:29 -0400

Photo

Fri, 02 Mar 2012 14:20:07 -0500

Receive Life to Give Life, and Give Love to Lose It.

Sun, 02 Oct 2011 00:05:50 -0400

Do you see that sadness in your own eyes?
Yea, I wish I could change the world If I tried.
There’s a thing called love, but what if love died?
And if love is life and life is dead, then what survives?
And if life is laughter and laughter is gone, then do we all cry?
Within the waning whispers of laughter we let out a sigh.

Stuck

Sun, 11 Sep 2011 02:11:00 -0400

I’m speaking in tongues, twisted and tied.
Mouth sewn shut but words open wide.
Vocal chords ring deep but syllables are hung high.
Syntax takes a back seat to grammatical crimes.
The only way to express myself is in the art of rhymes.
But now I can’t even draw from the well if it’s dry.
If words are tucked away.
Then what am I supposed to say?

Limbs lay lifeless.
The day I was numb to touch was priceless.
Even my eyes became sightless.
My arms weakened to become might-less.
Although Nike promised victory to me, I was flightless.
All I could do was stare blindly in awe at her highness.
This time A more seriously caused paralysis.
A case of a heart attack at its finest.
If my body can’t move.
Then what am I supposed to do?

Catching the Sky

Thu, 23 Jun 2011 22:47:30 -0400

In the sky I see a great, beautiful, white luminescence
Awe in my eyes as if I had seen God’s wondrous essence
So mysterious yet even darkness shudders in its presence
And with its light feathers it climbs above the moon’s crescents

But fear steadies my hopes, shortening my hand’s reach
What if I fall off the edge of the earth chasing it on my own two feet
If I jump as high as it flies, can I really attain what I seek?
Such beauty, but the journey is what truly makes men weak

And if I catch it, what if it just flies away?
I’ll search for it, but its light no longer lights my way
Its wings carry it to the stars, regardless of how much I plead it to stay
How can such a dove so pure induce such menacing heartbreak?

Summertime.

Thu, 16 Jun 2011 00:08:45 -0400

Chill beats and cool songs, on repeat while summer’s on
Hot feet splash in aquatic ponds, trees shade from the heat’s bond

Beneath the Snow - Many Malz ft. M.M.Lo

Mon, 13 Jun 2011 23:01:24 -0400

Beneath the Snow - Many Malz ft. M.M.Lo

Audio

Wed, 18 May 2011 23:23:14 -0400

Graduation Day

Mon, 16 May 2011 00:21:05 -0400

05.15.11

Another day I’ll never forget.

Amazing day. Such a great way to end high school. I’m missing it already. Graduation was perfect, and the party was really fun. Thank you to everyone who came out to celebrate my graduation. Appreciate it.

The Mind.

Tue, 12 Apr 2011 00:21:03 -0400

And the leg sweeps, dragging the dust across the gray floor.
The sole of my worn, three-striped adidas scratches the ground.
One lone drop of sweat trickles down my cheeks.
Fingers gripping the hard, cold floor, bearing the weight of my body.
Muscles tighten, relax, contract, loosen, stretch, scream
Lungs swallowing gulps of air, heart beating furiously.
Body glides in the air, floating light as a feather.
The air slowly moving around my limbs.
Boom.
Boom.
Bap.
Boom.
Boom.
Bap.
The beat resonating through my whole body.
Vibrations coursing through my nerves.
Hand reaches.
Leg stomps.
Body flies.
Spin.
Contract.
Slide.
End.

Answer With No Questions.

Thu, 17 Mar 2011 00:05:10 -0400

You know that feeling when..
You’re asking that question again and again
Loopholes and circles that seem to never end
You take a firm grasp of that pen
But those delicate words, they depend
On the mix of emotions growing from that stem
Paper replaces the feeling of a friend
Asking if maybe you could be sent
A little bit, just a piece of heaven
But you end up back down to the same question.

Wondering. Wondering. Where it all began.

The Grass Can't Be Green.

Wed, 09 Mar 2011 00:11:31 -0500

Guess I really can’t fool myself.
The grass really is green.
There’s really spaces in between.
Guess this presence is really what I felt.

How I wish I could fool myself.
The sky really can’t be blue.
None of this can really be true.
How I wish this isn’t what I felt.

I can’t fool myself.

Picture.

Tue, 08 Mar 2011 00:07:56 -0500

A picture can speak a thousand words/
But that same picture can contain your whole world//
The day the earth stood still, the moment time stopped/
Encasing it in memories, safer than key-and-lock//
A painting, a collage of colors intermixed/
With defining lines, black laces of interstice//
And in that image, history is written/
And with time, like wine, it becomes more fitting//
For stories to be told, memories to be remembered/
Even as it hits you, an underlying message//
Staring, thinking, reminiscing/
So those were the good times that I’ve been missing//

Spilled Ink

Fri, 25 Feb 2011 00:39:59 -0500

If I could spill ink on a thousand burning pages
Even the paper couldn’t contain my rages
My many faces, the ink would form
Slowly drip into a black smothered storm
And transform into a tumultuous heart beating
With shaking, aching, dripping hands reaching
Fingers feeling, for something to hold onto

Sunlight Hurts My Eyes

Wed, 23 Feb 2011 00:08:00 -0500

Thought maybe shades of gray could take me away from yesterday
But the sunlight still hurts my eyes
Shut the other so I could see a little more clearly, now there’s only one I.
Thought maybe if I waited I could awake to another today
But the sunlight still hurts my eye
Closed what’s left, but now I can’t see what’s right.

It's the simplest things.

Tue, 22 Feb 2011 07:38:14 -0500

Simply. The. Simplest. Things.

a day

Mon, 21 Feb 2011 00:53:28 -0500

022010 i’ll always remember.

Fly

Sun, 20 Feb 2011 00:03:20 -0500

I like being foolish, and I like being naive and/
I like having impossible dreams to believe in//
Reaching for the sky is what some people know/
But I want to be the one to reach for the unknown//

Litany.

Thu, 17 Feb 2011 23:12:00 -0500

Is it really peace if you’re only falling to pieces/
The puzzle pieces just don’t fit into the adjunct creases//
And you pray, please, heaven send me some blessed eases/
‘Cause life aint as easy as some people make it seem//
Wishing the breezes would carry you to some far-off dream/
Sayin’ life aint feasible, living in a world with no meaning//
But I’m screaming, you’re still well-off breathing/
Of course there’s feeling, if your eyes begin tearing//
There’s no succeeding if your limit becomes the ceiling/
Even victory can come to a man who is humbly kneeling//

Smile

Mon, 07 Feb 2011 01:29:53 -0500

I look at the world and smile because I know that there is always beauty in life.