March 2012
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You know that moment when your heart is racing because you’re speaking to the woman of your dreams and you word everything perfectly in your head and you know that you are still at a loss for words and how right now I’m writing this because I just spoke to her and my night has just become amazing and this is… I just spoke to the woman of my dreams… This.
February 2012
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“Solitude is strength; to depend on the presence of the crowd is weakness. The...”
– Paul Brunton (via thesearepeopleyouknow)
I swear I’m not stable. Like one little push would have me go postal, and I’m tired of most of the people in my life. Quite honestly, I would like to tell the world to fuck off and just write.
Sometimes, late at night, my mind wonders to the wrong part of my heart. To the area where I yearn to hurt myself by thinking of those who don’t deserve my thoughts. These are the night when I ache to pull my skin off and free my soul of it’s cage…
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“I’ve got memories that are haunting me, thoughts that are stalking me, and...”
– leaked verbiage
In ten years...
I imagine I will have:
two kids, their genders are of no importance
two dogs, one a rottweiler the other a husky
married to a beautiful, educated, and funny as fuck female (she’ll be boss)
live in a brownstone, just because they are aesthetically orgasmic
have a library and bomb garden
drink tea and cook dinner for my nutty but loving family
…
Sometimes I wonder if I could ever become a published writer?
“My heart was too big for my body so I let it go and most days this world has...”
– Anis Mojgani, from “Come Closer” (via fleurishes)
I’ve made mistakes in the past of lending my ears to selfish girls, giving my words to hearts unworthy, holding to those who were already leaving, and letting my heart skip for girls who gave me nothing but empty dreams and aches… So this time will be different.
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My heart is an illusion, one that if it dips into the pools of reality would spontaneously combust upon impact with tangible emotions being mixed with pirated inebriation
The voices in my head are egging me on, playing with the strings of a muscles that no longer pulses to the rhythm that use to lull my lovers soul to sleep, no tonight it is a sporadic, flat line, quick 300 ccs and clear type of...
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“I want to be the modern Malcolm X without the martyrdom status… cause...”
– leaked verbiage
Anonymous asked: your blog is amazing! I just spent the past 20 minutes reading it!
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Letters to her...
I’ve got to warn you, I’m a little fucked up. Vulgar and inquisitive, sometimes pessimistic, and I never have the right words. I’m quiet, shy, but for you… I believe anything is possible for me to accomplish. Sometimes I’m a wreck, I’ll go blank on you, and I will say shit that I really don’t mean. Other times… I’ll just want to hold you. Keep...
“my dream girl is sitting in the library right now. knee deep in Hemingway and...”
– humph
I keep your words with me, the ones that you thought would have left me, but they are in me. Each letter laying under my skin, deep enough to be close to my heart but still visible to my eyes. I want your words forever apart of my being, so that when you decide to leave me (which you will, they never stay long) I will always have your words. Played over to the sound of your voice and the beating...
Shotgun thoughts on black militancy...
Apparently, some people believe that if you have natural hair, speak eloquently, are smart, wear kente clothe, and are BLACK… you’re a fucking militant. It irks my nerve because the only thing I am slightly militant about is the inequity in our political system, injustice, and zoning laws that allow for children to not receive a proper education. I’m so past this shit, people are...
Only going to post crappy unfinished poetry on here from now on… all so that it can motivate me to be better at whatever it is I think I’m doing…
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If my arms were like that of a clock I would sacrificially break them to rewind the hands of time just enough to keep her as mine, she left earlier than my heart wanted but stayed longer than my mind wished
Her love was eroded by the sands of time with our being together represented by an hourglass, two beings wishing to be in the other’s place
Stuck on two different hemispheres she was always...
“ With the way the world is, it would seem like to be original would be a sin....”
– me in a convo with a friend (via verbalassassination)
That obnoxious narcissistic moment when I reblog myself…
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“I believe in two beings, intertwined by their heart’s strings, breathing...”
– leaked verbiage
“I dream too much and I don’t write enough and I’m just trying to find God...”
– Anis Mojgani (via sophisticatedinsanity)
Silence
lovepassiton:
مآ أجمّل أنْ تصمتْ .. فيْ ؤجهْ منْ ينتظرْ منِك الخِصَام .. ! وما أجمل أنْ تضحك فيْ وجهْ منْ يُنتظرْ منك البكـاءْ ..!
How beautiful is it to stay silent
When someone expects you to be enraged from them.
And how beautiful it is to laugh
When someone thinks you are going to shed tears.
Just watched that video and realized I said happy fucking 6 times, you would think that as a possible future writer I would have some synonyms for that bitch…
Things to live for...
my board
my words
friends coming home soon
my twitter downfall (lmfao)
scandalous affair
becoming a ghost writer for Justin Bieber’s rap career… we talked about me doing it on the radio show…
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Watchooops, but yeah still fucking ecstatic…
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Backwards Notions on Titles
Is it weird that the word lesbian scares the shit out of me so I prefer to not title myself by it. Like whenever I hear lesbian, it just sounds so finite and separatist like the word straight (which also scares the shit out of me). So I roll with gay, sounds happy, and means happy too… [or just Avey]
paintwithwords asked: oh, cool. do you ever come to the city/see slam here?
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“Eh man, believe me when I say that it’s not pride that keeps my knees from...”
– leaked verbiage
I just wrote a piece for Wednesday’s open mic that’s got me fucked…
paintwithwords asked: where are you from/where do you reside (if those are two different answers)..if i may ask?
“Sometimes I touch the things you used to touch, looking for echoes of your...”
– I Wrote This For You (via musicdanceliferomance)
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“addicted to my convictions, I’ve only repented because she found me her...”
– leaked verbiage
good evening to realities bitch