DEFiNE:

• Territory: a region marked off for administrative or other purposes.
• Property:  a person regarded as having commercial value.

how do u define a feeling? anger is driving. temper rides shotgun. && displacement && disrespected take the backseat.. i've learned to sit back and listen. instead of running my mouth. the patience i have is non existent. for feeling like i have something to prove. this is exactly why i didnt want this. wrong stares and secret whispers. questions walked away from. what goes on when im not there?, because im clear on things when ii am around. i know what i do, what im capable of. so i leave spaces filled with doubt on the other side..and animosity. and secret warm tears. frustration.. its better then being ignored. thers no such thing as "miss me's"... u can MISS ME wiit that shyt.             

                             i juss wanna go home..           for once. 

ii want to write you a song of neverending i love you's
that let kisses rest on top of fingertips
&& tucks your heart in at night
ii want to listen to your eyelashes
blink with purpose
and forever fullfilment
ii want you to know me

like laugh lines
like ABC's

like Nike signs

like complementary colors

you complement more then

just my nail polish

palms will trace over parts of body parts

like body shops 

i can paint you lullabys in the sky

at night 

only if you know me

 like 911
&& creases in Achilles Tendans

like nsync songs
without the "bye bye bye"
because ii would rather be your hello every morning
 

homecoming...

make iit stop
sleepless nights
one song playing over and over again
only one face when ii close my eyes
this is
bigger then butterflies
bigger then report cards
bigger then homecoming
bigger then highschool
WHY DO I FEEL LIKE IM IN HIGHSCHOOL
tongue tied
sweaty palms
wishful thighs that carry
wishful thinking of hiim
in between them
abstinence was so 10th grade
lustful thinking crowds
bones beneath my bra
youve learned to tug at perfectly
shortness of breath reminds me
how much i disliked P.E.
&& how im tired of running
instead ill wait here
for your homecoming

DAY SEVEN.

ii can love you

beyond all measure

beyond love notes

and away messages

your lips will

remember my name

your eyelashes will

tell me secrets of how

your eyes hold images of me

when

ii am not near

thats how ii know

Seven days would only

make you miss me even more

because you must miss me even more

as you breath in my words that make

those demples show how deep ii can

make you smile

so go ahead and smile

while ii love you into tommorows 

iiPROMOTE...

DROPS TOMORROW!!! 

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dear Moms; ii fell iin love wiith a Rapper.

who you know that can hang wit us. that can handle our level of swagg.
RAPPERS!!
for every metaphor && similie ever wriiten, for every rhyme and every beat ever made and for every scifer.. thiis goes out to you. a litle piece of me wants to sleep inside your pockets, rest against your v-neck, and listen to your heart beat as you spray words that make thighs secretly trimble. biting my lip can only conceal the excitment iim in for so long. for those of you who DO NOT WRITE, & are NOT rythmically inclined... u have NO IDEA how hard it is to put a iiLY ass LiiNE together.. && all of u ii wish get hiit by a bus. Rymes are life. LETERS and WORDS..WITH MUSIC. WORDS MAKE MUSIC. !! DO YOU HEAR ME!! .. U.F.O... WHUDDUP?!.. never a groupie.. but always a fan.(PLUG)

listen to my lesson:
RAPPERS R POETS!! Poets r better lovers.