Shisha to my lungs

Shisha to my lungs? yes!
You are, Shisha to my lungs,
You are, good poison to my fangs.
You are the air I breathe, the life I live.
Yes! You are, Shisha to my lungs.

You are an amazing invention by yourself,
devoid of imperfections.
Maybe that's why all of me loves all of you.
Maybe. But honestly, you're like a diamond.. my rock, my diamond,
You look so good, every night.,
that you'd make Beyonce reconsider her flawlessness when she wakes up,
With all the stakes up, like Drake, up,
you leave me countless times on my worst behavior.
You are my savior, for in countless times you've saved me,
and that's why I want you to show me..
Show me. Why? Because you remind me of something,
and I don't know what it is.
Show off. I just wanna show off too.
Because, guess what? What I live for is to spend every Weeknd with you,
is to catch a grenade for ya,
throw my hand on a blade for ya,
But would you die for me, or nah?
is to be in my zone and declare "No new friends"
because you're more than enough.
is to pour it up, pour it up,
and still got my money.
Even if we'll party like we are 23,
you won't need to twerk,
for me to let you know how much I adore you.
We can't stop. & it won't stop,
'Till we get it, I'mma get it,
this should be simple, we'll love more.
I'm prepared to love you long,
even to the year 3005,
I pledge bed peace, no Childish antics,
Jhene Aiko knows.
Now that you got me up all night,
let me take you on a power trip,
or to the stars in the outer space,
and we gonna let it burn burn burn burn.
I'll sing you Songz like oh na na,
and get your head BOBing up down,
because it'll be so good.

I'll make you addicted to my music playlist,
and all these tunes will ring through our ears,
throughout the years.
See, you flavor my worst fears,
and vapor my last tears..
just like Shisha would.
So maybe sing to me or listen with me,
chill to my playlist, as we share this session,
feed this obsession with confessions,
and relieve out our stresses on meditation.
We'll shuffle the tunes,
and replay the playlist..
but before we're done smoking,
please let me remind you,
that you are Shisha to my lungs,
Yes, you are beautiful.

What breaks a man

"What breaks a man?", I ask.

Man for woman, Man for man,

Man for someone, anyone;

What breaks a man?

As trees grow, so does man,

As time goes, so does one realize,

that anything can break them.

Visualize the trees, anything can break them.,

but not all of them, resilience.

So you ask, what breaks a man?

Is it the presence of failure or the absence of success,

or the lack of understanding that both mean something but nothing?

Is it the dawning of sadness or the setting of happiness,

or the lack of motivation to remind them why they smiled,

why they started,

why they never need to frown,

why they are still alive? Hope.

Is it the opening of the doors of hopelessness or the closing of the doors of opportunities,

or the fact that they obscured the sight of them creating a better tomorrow?

Maybe it is the plight of the flight they chose to take in life,

and the limits they hit and the boundaries they reached.

What has the world been telling you?

That you can't make it?

That you are good for nothing?

That your past will define your future?

That you should be intimidated by the reality others have created for themselves? Please stop, dream.

Dream that dream that people will say you had,

Climb that hill that people said you couldn't,

Be that man that people say you aren't...

That man who can't be broken,

That man who sees potential in his ambition,

That man who lives for today and for tomorrow,

for tomorrow, the sun will shine,

the snow you hate will melt away.

That man who sticks and stones may break his bones,

but his strong will will always and forever remain unscathed,

That man who has been broken and torn apart, 

many a times but still stands strong..

torn apart, for his inability to deserve better. 

You deserve better, or at least, the best.

But what will break you?

What will break you when your will to succeed is matched with work and determination?

What will break you if you see the darkness, yes, plus the light at the end of the tunnel?

What will break you if you can rise above your fears to reach for the clouds?

What will break you if you know you are where you are for a reason and season and will be where you want to be when it's done?

Nothing. Nothing will break you.

But just in case anything breaks you, remember;

What will break you is what will make you.

It's not about that addiction, that's fiction,

please let me explain.

It's not about that failure, hell yeah!

just let me explain.

It's not about that breakup or divorce he/she forced,

so let me explain,

It's not about the terminal illness, the death of that special someone,

skyrocketing poverty situation, no job, no nothing, hear this,

and let me explain..

It is about your resolve to keep pushing when the surface gets rough,

& when the going gets tough, being that tough one that will get going.

Maybe not today, probably not tomorrow,

something will try to break you, make it make you.

Make it make you what you have always wanted to become, thank you.

Lead, she said.

Lead, she said.
Lead my follow and I will follow your lead,
Fill my cup and bottle the lid,
Feel my hunger to grow and feed it,
Till my thirst to go anymore is extinguished.

Lead, she said.

She said lead me because she was afraid,
Afraid, she had too much to live for yet too little to die for,
Afraid that she wanted the world but couldn't find her place,
Afraid that she knew too much but spoke so little,
Afraid that you only live once but die within so many times,
Afraid that she knew where she wanted to go but still needed someone to follow,
She said lead me because she was afraid.

She needed someone to lead her.
Someone who wouldn't quit on her,
Someone who wanted to win just as bad as she did,
Someone who knew that winners never quit and quitters never win,
Someone who had everything and nothing to lose.. including the way.
Someone who didn't just talk the talk but walked the walk.
She needed someone to lead her.

Lead, she said.
So hear out a promise, a promise to lead,
for when we stumble we won't fall,
when we struggle I'll heed your call,
The sun won't rise where it sets,
so rest assured, where there's trouble our feet won't step,
In the jungle, our will won't sleep.
Even if the mountains might be steep, we will climb them,
The streams might be deep, we will swim across them.
And whatever comes our way,
Whether night or even day,
We will weigh the options,
grab the once in a lifetime opportunities we meet,
steady our feet, dance to the beat,
follow our dreams, as a team,
and maybe, I'll make her wish come true.
Lead, she said.

To write love on her arms

To write love on her arms

To write love on her arms,to me is not enough.,Maybe start from the palms,smoothly, not rough.,Make her hold them out like for alms,or as of to a police for a cuff.,and I will illustrate how comes,to make her laugh was not as tough.,why to see her happy calms,why in her joy I'm engulfed.,Write right into . the pits of her arms, it tickles she laughs.,I smile then we L.O.L ,;, we Love.Out.Loud.

The Human Race

On your mark, get set, GO!
& we are born into a race,
like no other race,
a race where the start line is startling,
and the finish line is certain but undefined,
a race you race because racing is, the only option,
call it, the race of all races;
The Human Race.

What is this race that we run it?

What is this life that we live it?

Let's take a step back, or two..

okay, we'll do two., and look at the big picture.

Yes, because it's easier if we learnt,

not from our own, in this race we don't own,

not by our own, in these lanes we race on,

but from the races of others, their mistakes,

and successes, their experiences,

and regrets.. hence we will learn.

We will learn that the race is too short,

short a sport to spot time fly by so quick,

that as racing is a constant process of crossing the finish line,

living is a constant process of dying.

That the distance the athletes covered before us,

is variant and short and needed more time,

time that was lost and never recovered.

& by that we will learn that the chances we get at pushing ourselves,

the chances we get at increasing the strides,

the chances we get at hitting the overlap,

are chances we might never get again.

And again, we will learn,

that we are the masters of our own destinies!

That we have the power of speed in our tongues,

and can determine,

how faster we run to our own destinations.

That we each have the hour to make our turns,

and we would never undermine,

how faster we'd reach profound acclamation.

And further we would learn,

that the further we could run,

is dictated by the further we could dream.

Nothing ever just happens, we would learn,

but as desire is to effort,

result is to dream.

We desire our dreams, that, we would learn too,

and if the dream was to successfully cross the finish line,

we would run, as if our lives depended on it.

Oh yes, but why, our lives depend on it..

It is, after all, The Human Race.

The world would cheer you on as you raced,

others would choose to call you names,

as the rest would be panting, heavily, beside you,

running for the same crown designed for you,

and praying hard, they would be,

that you tripped down, 

and reduced competition.

Selfish ambition.

Isn't it fortunate that we would learn,

that winning is not everything?

That we would learn that we win some and lose some?

In the words of Chetan Bhagat, we would learn that,

"Nothing is to be taken seriously" and that,

"Frustration is a sign somewhere, you took it seriously"

We would avoid frustrations!! How awesome is that?!

We would learn that the people we race along with,

influence our racing capabilities.

That our capacity to achieve would be dependent,

on the friends we keep, on the company we race,

and the positive or negative effect they would have on us.

This right here, would teach us to love us.

We are our own lovers, we would learn,

no one would love you as good as you,

and this would propel us. 

This would make us accepting and acceptable,

accepting others for what they are in this race of humanity,

and accept that our worldly possessions are nothing,

but vanity.

Inasmuch as we seek to live in comfort,

we would learn that, the tracks ahead are subject to change,

and we would object to imposed conformity,

but versatility in expecting any changes whatsoever.

We would learn that to run long, 

we would need to learn long.

We would need to practice to make perfect,

in order to race against the clock,

and not against the flock, the others,

but carefully enough; as the slow and steady would win this race, 

The Human Race.

I'll cut to the chase, and put this phrase out there,

if life was a race, I'd tie my shoelaces, and take my space,

I would embrace my strengths and outpace my weaknesses,

I would erase my worries and face the rest,

I would run for first place, and outrace myself,

and then and only then, will I have fought the good fight,

will I have kept the faith..

and finished the race, The Human Race.

Surrender, not.

For when the road gets rough,
and the going gets tough,
I'll choose to surrender, not,
to the fight but surrender,
to the light that I follow,
the fight that I'm being fought for.
I'll be tough and get going,
I'll do enough to keep me growing,
just enough,
that  the light in me will keep glowing.
A friend once told me,
"Remember why you started"
and as a member of my own,
I chose then not to slumber,
and number sheep to my dreams,
but stay awake through the year,
January to December,
and gear up to my dreams.
I am a dreamer,
and a profound one.
See, when I was lost,
a pro at what He does, found one,
out of many,
and recreated purpose and strength,
will, creativity and immense
stability in the thoughts,
and actions? He's still working on them.
Like a potter to clay
I putter through my day,
not as casual,
but with peace that there is,
a better tomorrow,
shaped through happiness and sometimes sorrow,
in the open and sometimes in the shadows,
but like fire to Gold,
adversity in diverse ways,
has played it's part,
has trained my heart,
& I came out bold.
Tested and pure,
in control and secure.
And that's why I choose,
not  to surrender,
not to the sorrows,
not to the shadows,
not to the fire,
and definitely not to the adversity,
but to the strength I acquired,
the teaching I required,
and the journey that I traverse in,
everything that I admire.
In this mood that this caressing peace engulfs me in,
I could care less, but surrender, not.
I could bear less but forfeit, not.
I could break walls and regret, not.
I could stumble and fall but not stay down,
I could hit dead ends and still not frown,
but smile, full-time,
like a clown in the circus,
till I get my crown,
till I fulfil my purpose.

"Retreat, not. Surrender, not."

I want (Poetry.com)

Below is a poem I posted on the website Poetry.com, thanks to a friend's suggestion. The link to the poem on the website is http://www.poetry.com/poems/1153481-I-want

It's a good platform to check out what others have written and to publish your own poems and receive reviews, points and badges while at it. Get writing!!

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Hi Poetry.com,

I just met you, and this is crazy,

crazy, straight to the moon and back,

that I have expectations and ambitions,

(Wild ones) about this, our relationship.

This relationship we are about to grow in,

this relationship that we are about to throw ourselves in, to,

you and I, me and you. 

I am really excited, I won't lie,

and prepared to love you till I die.

I know, that escalated too quickly for your liking,

but trust me, I take my time,

to fall in love..

it's just that, it's., it's just that you,

yes, you. You came in like a wrecking ball,

and swept me off my feet,

and instead of wrecking me,

you gave me something to think about,

each time I close my eyes.

You make me feel like I can be your next and your last,

or your first with heartbeats so fast,

each time he hears your name.

Each time, he mentions you,

each time his attention is stolen by you.

Poetry.com, I have a future figured out for us,

and what I want in this relationship,

erm, this partnership,

ok, this somethingship,

is you to show your love for me,

to shower me with kindness and gifts,

make me your top poet,

rate mine, the top poems,

distinguish me, 

let me finish first Poetry.com,

let me extinguish the shine of the others from thine eyes,

because I'll work for it.

I'll win your heart,

I'll give you perfection!

You say the world? I will give you the universe,

I will deserve your affection,

no explanation here, I'm drowning in emotions,

and for the last time now, Poetry.com,

I pledge to be there for you,

to paint your walls with the most beautiful of words,

the most thoughtful of images.

I'll try to be funny, you'll love my humor,

I'll try to be creative, you'll love my ambition.

Let's be an item and let's rock this world.

oh and before I forget Poetry.com;

Valentine's Day is in a week's time,

*clears throat*

will you be my Valentine?