Sharing.

Wednesday, December 16, 2015

It's hard sharing the most important part of yourself with someone you wish you never had to see again.

Life

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

I've been experiencing probably the most excruciating pain of my lifetime lately. Well, in the past two years, actually. It's so hard, but, I'm trying.

Life is changing. I'm changing right along with it.

Not by choice, but by force.

Finding

Monday, January 12, 2015



I lost my sense of happiness at around 5 years old. Only after it had been stolen. I lost sight of what it felt like smelled like tasted like sounded like. I could no longer see, what I couldn’t feel.  Only what I created it to be. Falseness. Protection. Shielding. Hiding. Caged. A prison within my very own mind. My very own heart. Unable to experience anything that came from deep within. Only surface emotions. I made myself feel; without knowing what it meant to have felt. From that point on, every aspect of my life was based on what I created, not what I simply, WAS.

It's been a while...

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Hi.

Quotes

Thursday, March 17, 2011

"I've never desired fame or mere popularity. I'm actually quite content in my mysteriosity..."

-Words I will say when I'm famous

Emotional Combat

Thursday, January 20, 2011

I'm growing a lil weary of this emotional combat. I can't figure out if I'm trapped inside my feelings ... or if my feelings are trapped inside of me. I need solice.

BOMPF*

The Urban Times

Monday, January 10, 2011

The roots of the Hip Hop culture are found in African music. Like Rap, R&B, Jazz, & the Blues, Hip Hop "rose from the cracks of a concrete jungle". Tenement buildings blocked the morning sunlight. There were no roosters or alarm clocks, & without the sun’s rise & shine, youngsters missed the school bus, hence their lack of an adequate education. The sun wasn’t shining on the streets of the ghetto. So when gentrification left poor black people out in the cold, Hip Hop brought the heat. It remained in the battery-run, shoulder holstered boom box and on the modern papyrus of a black & white composition book. It was black, white, & red all over; the newspaper of the children of the ghetto.

BOMPF*