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My heart is in your hands. Whenever you feel that life is too hard; open your hands and see relief.
— #Truth
You Lost Me
I am done, smoking gun
We’ve lost it all, the love is gone
She has won, now it’s no fun
We’ve lost it all, the love is gone
And we tried, oh how we cried
We lost ourselves, the love has died
And though we tried you can’t deny
We’re left as shells, we lost the fight
And we had magic
And this is tragic
You couldn’t keep your hands to yourself
I feel like our world’s been infected
And somehow you left me neglected
We’ve found our lives been changed
Babe, you lost me
Now I know you’re sorry and we were sweet
But you chose lust when you deceived me
And you’ll regret it, but it’s too late
How can I ever trust you again?
I feel like our world’s been infected
And somehow you left me neglected
We’ve found our lives been changed
Babe, you lost me
His name is Tevin. We were suposed to skateboard for a little bit and then I was going to come back home, but I ended up staying out till 1:00 having the best night ever.
We walked around to get ice cream, but ColdStone was closed so he took me to Baskin Robbins and get me this HUGE waffle cone….
Beautiful.
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Thank you Washington Post, for this.
npr:
Gimme the bridge now, gimme the bridge now! — Tanya
Today’s Style section.
Chuck Brown (1936-2012).
The obituary | His impact | The reaction | Video
Illustration by Marc Burckhardt
One of D.C.’s greatest homegrown musical figures, Chuck Brown, died Wednesday. Here’s the Post’s coverage on the guy, who was still an active musician in the region well into 2012.
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Source: washingtonpoststyle
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I Bet You Think This Sing Is About You.
— Carly Simon.
she stopped searching for monsters in her closet
when she realized they are brave enough to lie next to you
sweaty with the stench of another woman’s perfume
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Sometimes, I Wonder…Am I Enough For You, #Love?
I knew the kind of man I wanted to marry when I watched my father carry my grandfathers’ dead body down the steps. My grandfather died in bed with my Nana. She said she saw his soul soar right out of their attic window. He left his body in that bed to remind her that even without breath she can still wake up to him. She said he left silently. Didn’t want to wake her up out of her sleep as he got ready to leave. Kissed her on the cheek, gathered himself at the foot of the bed, didn’t take anything with him. Not even her smile.
I want to know that there is a man in Heaven waiting at the front gates checking his breath, straightening his tie, waiting for me to arrive as beautiful as the day I was when he first died. There’s a chest waiting for my eyes to get heavy. There is someone out there finishing my sentences and the last of my laundry. There is someone out there making room on his pillow for me, if not for my face, at least a poem or two.
I sat on your window sill and I’m not sure if you were taking a picture of the beautiful, DC night or me, but I’ll take what I can get from you. You are still the last person I kissed. My grandfather left a dollar on the nightstand. He said ‘Draya, go play these numbers for me because this is my last dollar, and you will always, ALWAYS be my last dream.
- &nbps;
The Roots
Mellow My Man
Do You Want More?!!!??!
888 Plays
Mellow My Man
Do You Want More?!!!??!
888 Plays
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
The Roots - Mellow My Man
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Spring Night in Philly
Him: So, why are you so different?
Me: Because, she was normal.
Him: I like you.
Me: Join the club.
Will Loving You Ever Get Easy?
Without any assistance or guidance from you
I have loved you assiduously for 3 years, 9 months & 4 days
I have been stood up 4 times
I’ve left 7 packages on your doorstep
52 poems and 2 plants
You call at 3:00 in the morning on weekdays
So I can lay in your bed, which used to smell of her
Charmin
Charmin
But you are of no assistance
I want you to know
This was an experiment
To see how selfish I could be
If I would really carry on to snare of a possible lover
If I was capable of debasing my self for the love of another
If I could stand not being wanted
When I wanted to be wanted
& I cannot
so
With no further assistance & no guidance from you
You can do you
Just so your Laurel Bitches know, we were never together. Go #TurnUp
Too Fucking Tired to Sing
Dedicated to #Love
Alone on a Tuesday night. Watching the TV screen and all I can think is ‘Will you dream of me as you go to sleep?’ No more restless nights of counting sheep.
And I would wake up to your smile and see rustled hair and tired eyes. I’m awake in a fairytale. A wind on a ship sail. The sign on the door says don’t disturb.
The first time we met, we stood on a winter beach, ankles deep in sand, under a sky of unconstrained stars. The second time it didn’t work, but I hoped the third times the charm. I’ve never had the audacity before now to wait for a heart, but you said ‘sleep on it.’ So I curled up on your chest and learned patience. Didn’t want to let the weight of my tears wake your gorgeous. The mornings can be so mortal. And you often have bad dreams. I’ve caught you mid scream on a September night. Swore then that I would kiss the fright from your voice if you would let me, but that’s your choice my Love.
You are the first adult I ever dated. The only man I never had to lay before. If anyone should ever ask, I would describe you as a wealth of Sundays. You gave me 300 Kisses, 72 stares and 1 song. Made me feel like a bride that Saturday night. You found treasure where thieves before found trinkets. They used to gamble my bones for luck. But there is honesty in your touch, from navel up. I have sailed your spine, straight as a whistle, and marveled at the industry of your mind. The last time I saw you, you were just as beautiful as the first. So don’t blush. Don’t look away. Just hold my gaze.
We can just stay [in bed]. We can just rest our heads. Making Love until the sun comes up.
