A Metaphore of My Expression

I express the way i feel through rhythm and beat,
not through the movement of my feet,
but through the tapping of my pen to paper
Not to the sound of a drum,
but the motion of my mind and legible rhyme
i express the way i feel through metaphorical bliss
and ways that seem expressionless
Not through psychological Analysis
but grammatical analogy.
I may not express myself through the stroke of a brush,
but my words to a page illuminate more of my thoughts
than florescent colors to a grey canvas.
I express the way i feel through silence,
and when that silence is broken
my words are brought to life like theatrical plays
I express the way i feel through imagery,
not false images
And when i express myself it's not just enough to quench your thirst,
but more than enough to saturate absorbent inquires.
I express myself loudly through unspoken words,
and though they are not verbalized
they are always heard

Art of the mind

If my mind was displayed in color it would like water based paints applied to cray paper, no barriers, just thought after thought trickling into each other. So many possible images with no means of seperation. But unlike water paints on cray these images never permeate into another and create one color, Black. Always eclectic never dull!

Truth

If He had only asked me, “what would u do if u had your way?”
I would've probably answered….
If I had my way I’d make u my King and gladly be your servant,
Or better yet I’d make me your girl, and never again would u fear an ounce of rejection.
If I were your girl you’d be my Dre and I your Sidney,
We’d make history like hip-hop,
With hearts that melt like “Brown Sugar”
If things were my way our chemistry would compose creative collaborations like that of JayZ and Coldplay.
If I had my way I’d be your genie, and all your wishes would be at my disposal,
Your what if’s would be changed to what is, and my support would be continuous like New Yorkers to the Giants.
Together we’d wash away all past pain and replace them with future pleasures,
See, if it were my way we’d live life like lyrics of “Golden” and you’d be my “Joy”.
Truth is if I were really asked this question…. and I had it my way, I’d probably use that one pass.

(ok expressions like the one above are totally not my style... only when im in rare form)
So one of my favorite things that i love to do is play this game called truth. i play with almost all of my friends, i started first playing with my roommate (well before we were roommates) and originally i would find every reason in the world why the game was sooo stupid, but in actuality the game wasn't stupid, it was just me and my feelings toward expression. Dont get me wrong, i have nothing to hide, actually i have the opposite problem. Most of the time i say waaaaayyy to much and it often gets me into a lot of trouble. My little brother recently started this thing where he calls himself cathching me before i "cross the line". usually it never works, and i find myself explaining myself to someone who got offended. But anyway, recently i've been trying to sensor my thoughts cause i feel like if u constantly lay yourself out on the table you'll get up with major regrets.... and in this case u have the Pass rule! if ever u play the truth game make sure u save a pass, which allows u to skip any question thrown your way, this pass could save a friendship, your pride, your reputation etc.... trust me! everyone starts off saying no matter what is said in this game there's not hard feelings... LIES... all LIES... actually, almost every time there's hard feelings, cause u always have that one friend that has been fiending to catch u in a lie or tell all your business soon as they leave the room... People the pass is essential!!! scope your homies out... if u have that one person that's way too thirsty to hear your response... slap um wit a pass... if they were ur true friend anyway, u wouldn't have to use a game as a gateway to tell them u madeout with their Ex boyfriend. lol