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Girl Gone Wild!

Tired of the lies tired of stress tired of bullshitwhen will it rest.

Everyday it's something new call me telling meabout shit you didn't do.

Why do you feel you need to impress you lieabout your looks and how you dress.

You sleep with different men all the time, yousay you get money but you never have a dime.

You don't even know the identity of the fatherof your child that's what happens when a girlgoes wild.

You talk about your friends family too stabthem in the back use them and your through.

But when you're gone you're never far awaybecause no matter how hard you try nothinggoes your way .

You always get burned you always get usedand then you want to turn to the people you'vebruised but no one is there to dry your tears

You've hurt to many people over the years sonow your alone with all your dirt. now youknow how it feels to hurt

Maybe now you'll grow up stop acting like achild ...

This is what happens when a girl goes wild!!!

AChild’s Pain!

Stressed compressed years of painand suffering began to rain.

In my head complete despairthinking that this life is so unfair,up and down my emotions gosteaming heat from head to toe...

Aggravation, anger, the epitome ofjoy being strung like a yo-yo:a selfless toy.

Why should a child have to gothrough this? A temporaryroof ,a temporary bed... notknowing where to lay her head.Today here tomorrow there...nowtell me if you think this life is fair !

Kelly Trotman

Kerry

B.

BridgesIt's easy to burn bridges with the firesBurning within your heart.Eyes blood red from tears shed,Thanks to mistakes of would-be friendsOr family...wondering to yourself how to getrevengeYet is it vengeance that would null the pain thatFollows you like an unwanted shadow?Are we not mortal? Imperfect specimensWho strive for perfectionYet we all have a tendency of inconsistencybut if we do it with enough frequencyThe sounds of inefficiency will ring acrossThe empty halls of one's heart.We shy away from what hurt us.Yet sometimes it is part of God's purposeCertain people are in life for only a season,While others are there forever.So we must be careful in performing permanentdeedsWith temporary people and situations.Disappointment is defined as displeasure cursed byThe nonfulfillment of one's hopes/expectationsThere's been situations where people in your lifeJust didn't make it to where you expected.So should you neglect them,Disconnect...no matter their intentionsEven if they put their best foot forward?That's your decision, but division doesn'tAlways solve the problem in this position.Focus your vision holisticallyAnd see if the ignition of the flamesBurning within your heart are of the eventOf disappointment, not the person disappointingyou.For every bridge in your pathDoes not have a troll waiting to block you from yourjourney.Some are actually part of it.A necessary piece to this unsolved puzzle of destinyNow let it be known that some pain and hurt thatyou ownAre what helps you to become strong and grow.So...what are you going to do...If the disappointments in your life...Was because of you?What will you do...if you have the trigger to blow upBridges to disfigure any figure that carry theshadows toHinder you?Are you willing to push the button...Or are you willing to forgive?The choice is up to you...to cross that bridge.

Her smell carried the aroma of intimacy.So I inhale...every part of her being

Fulfilling my lungs, so she became me.Respirating as she gyrates through my veins

I became a new man.Her memories playing in my mindAs if we were playing a new version

Of head games.Membranes going insaneFor even when she's awayIt's within me she stays.As I breathe....her

Trying not to have a deep sighFor her essence, vaporized

Left me hypnotized as if I..was high.For even as she stands in front of meAs a platter ready for me to devourI want to take second, minutes, hours

Just to inhale the scent of her womanly flower.Kissing her two lips while smelling her tulip

For a true kiss would keep me rootedOn this Earth...humbled.

My heart beats to her rhythmTo keep me from being blue

Acoustic melodies playing on heartstringsPlaying our love's symphony with clarity

As I breathe...her.Delicious gases of sensualityHad transformed my mentality

To the point where I lost the touch of reality.When we make love, her scentAwakens the beast within me

Unleashing the animal waiting to feedOn its prey.

She lays...waiting to embrace so even my worstCan be like Lebron's J and fadeaway

Her moans and sighs ringing in my ear this nightFor I became aliveAs I breathe...her.

AROM

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AROM

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KristiMcGee

LostThe sun shone for 10 yearsAnd then the shadowsinvadedHer smile was thereBut it was changedHer mind young andarticulatedBut it was cloudedShe was lost to allYet nobody lookedHer pain cloakedIn ponytails and tennisshoesHer anger shields her heartHer terror transcendent ofher nightmaresInto her waking realityDay inDay outBreathe inBreathe outSTOP!!!{Insert pain here}Grow olderGrow wiserHide the infestationWith witty retortsAnd sly conversationNever let them see yousweat, they sayNever let them in

The sun shone for 10 yearsShe was lost to all

Loving a PoetI met your mind firstSensual thoughts put on paperEmbossed with liquid fireMy cortex singed withsubliminal messages ofpromised releaseReading your linesPeeking through the windowsof your soulFinding inspiration in yourangstFinding solace in your painFinding desire in yourdeterminationYour life printed before meWatching you manifest inblack and whiteWondering who broke yourheartWhat marked your spiritIn awe I watch you...I listenYou stand before me speakingthe words I've read so oftenNow they take on anotherdimensionThere is a new energy toevery lineSubstance to every pauseWatching your lips form theart that is now second skin tomeYour voice caresses my innersanctumI see your soul exposed andopen to interpretationYour ink red from the bloodof loss, love, and, lifeYour ink found me....

I'm loving this poet

Neville HiattJust once

I've dreamed of hearing you say it since the firstmoment we met

Wondering what it would take to release that soundfrom your mouth

Where would we be when your throat finally made thatoffering to my ears

Would I be close enough to feel your breath on me asyour lips parted

Would my heart skip a beat as the inflection in yourvoice melts the synapses of my brain

Will I hear it a second time straight away or will u leaveme wondering

Just once, I want to feel you say it just once.

'To the son I never knew'

How do you mourn a son you never knewhow do you count the candles you never

blewhow do you know you love a white

Christmas when you've never seen the snowso many memories that were only ever

dreamsso many thoughts that will never be sharedI sit surrounded by all these flowers

and say your name aloud but it falls on deafears

I never got to hold your hand, or createartworks with you in the sand

I never got to teach you how to kick the ball,or watch you get up after your first fallI sit in this field of flowers and trace your

name etched into the rockand wonder how different my life would

have beenwould I have lived with your mum, would I

have been a great dadso many questions that will never be

answeredyou'd be 12 today, yet here you lay

12 years I could have spent calming yourfears

12 years I've spent drying my tearsso many memories that were only ever

dreamsso many dreams that never got to be

memorieslove dad...

MilissaYelverton

Plastic Bag

Living out of a plastic bag,trying to forget as I take adrag from its contents.

Wanting to alter myconscience, cause nothingin my world seems tomake sense.

Loving hallucinogenicdreams where nothing iswhat it really seems to be.

So I don't have to explainwhat I Mean, and mypleading screams are...

Suddenly urned intolaughter, causeTranquility is what I'mafter.

Got Worn out feet stilltrying to capture Somedream that I used to see

As if it Were some sillything to be put on Andtied up with shoestrings.

I chase My plastic bag hasno frilly things or Lace.

But within lies a specialPlace to rest, mymemories of Regret.

Those strong loud thingssoHard to forget.

Man, the heavier I am Theheavier my bag seems toget.

As it drags behind me.Wish I could Hide it so noone could find me.

Wandering aimlessly myarms are weak Fromdragging this bag all night

Without any sleep.

Looking for a place Torest my head, bet youthought I meant mess uphead My plastic bag holdseverything I have Frommy happy moments, tothe ones that make mesad...

But I aint mad, but aintgoing back to what I hadSo I put myself in thisbag....That I drag...

Temptation

You draw me. When I'd thought to remainwithout, I am brought to a current I'd run to

with all my might.

Drawn....to the border of forbidden territory,and there....

As pleasant as can be, youMy forbidden fruit.

My senses quicken, and I hide myself like achild.

While thoughts of forbidden textures,sounds, and smells delicately caress my

mind.I close my eyes and smile a while.

Afraid to move,I watch the sun rise damp with dew. My skin?My skin wearing beads like rose petals.Though my body is weary, I am not.

My core aches so deeply with desire for you.I dare not move, but beg the song of themorning, to hide me, and plead my cause.

You see...I fear your taste.The taste of forbidden fruit, and shut my

eyes tightly.Waves of want wash over me, again and

again. Wishing me to concede.My desire does not wane, so I remain

motionless.Should I taste you and be damned?

Or with integrity, endure my regret as myhunger causes me pain?

Shall I bear your reflection and happily eat?No.

I remain motionless as the morning mist ischased away by the sun....I breathe in my grace...Then....you draw me...in.

Anthony Arnold

Little Brothers

It’s quiet nowThe firestorm has died down

But it still doesn’t change a thingMy little brothers are gone

Taken before they had a chance to growOne because of a hoodieThe other because of musicBy fine up standing citizens

We don’t know what they might have beenDoctor, lawyer, presidentPimp pusher criminal

But their choice was taken away

One sits in jail wondering howThe other gets himself in troubleYet 2 young men are gone

Sitting by the hand of the father

Little brothers you won’t be forgottenI’ll keep your flames burning

I’ll keep you in the safest place I know

In my heart. And in my mind.

Rest well my brothers.

Rosalind Cherry

Forced My Hands Out~!

Forced my hand outsee I’m justa kid trying to getby in the Neighborhoodwondering will I makeit to see myself asgrown up humwonder?

You forced me togrow up tosoon living out hereon these streetsdealing with thedealer's and socall ladies standing onstreet corner tryingto make ithome.

Most of thetimes it feel likeI was just allalone in this hereworld.

Broken glasses needles onthe ground where ajunkie was passing itaround in a crowdlooking all mess upso I got me adog still insideas I'm lookingmean still scaredkid.

I hear the firesof gun blast here itcomes again I betterget down and ducktired of running meand my petthis life get onmy nerve stillI have even begin tolive as ofyet. Strange man askingme do you wantto go for a

ride have to leave your dogbehind I just getso very scared there I gorunning.

I got toworry about bulliestrying to take everythingfrom every bodytired of them pickingon me in thestreets wish they leave mealone.

To little tohave a gundon't want to goto jail they say it'scool I'm not nofool be labeled as apunk if I don't followup with the wrongcrowd.

Some times wehardly making at homesee that worriedlook in my Momeyes followed up withtears Daddy lost hisjob telling usto leave him alonereally need rightnow.

I wish wewere rich wholefamily pack it allup fast and quicknever have to worryany more aboutnothing.Force My Hands Out~!Tired seeing allthe bad things goingon around meI hope me andmy dog and yesmost of allfamily just make itthough get out ofhere.

WHO KILLED JESUS?

Who killed Tupac?Who killed Biggie?

Y’all know who killed ‘em-Which one of us?

Your criminal science-Open up cold casesMight as well ask-Who killed Jesus?

There’s his mother now“Lookin’ good, mama!”

She says:“Get thee behind me, Satan”

Sometimes-Niggas are their own worst enemy

Kill me now-Just for showin’ you the mirror

Who killed Jesus?Could’ve been his brotherThe men who can’t be God-

Get jealousWho killed Malcolm?

You know what I’m sayin’You beat your woman-

And claim to love your brother?Your baby’s mama-

Need money while you was in prisonSometimes-

The Devil is a pimpTimes are hard-

But we had more love-When we were poor

All we had was each otherDon’t get it twisted-We all want better

He don’t steal hearts-You sold it, remember?

I must confess-Sometimes my lust-

For tits-n-ass-Make me lose my mindMama raised me betterWhy’d she have to dieI’m beggin’ you sister-

Help me save my soulWho killed Jesus?Fuck the police!It’s only us here

Money’s on the tableGhetto law says-

Snitches get stitchesBut I ain’t tellin’

The people wanna knowSome women don’t care-Who they bring homeSleep with this one-And wait for the nextWho killed Jesus?Solve this crime

Don’t hate the player-Hate the game that made him

Brothers are dyin’-And sisters fight-

Over the few that’s leftWhile the killer runs loose

Aquarius Khan

WILLIAM WASHINGTON

Author William Washington, aka "Words of William", is a New York City "StreetPreacher"/Counselor/Poet/Spoken Word Artist/ Motivational Speaker”. He is a dedicatedfather of 3.

He came from a broken home, never knowing his father. Educationally, he possesses onlya G.E.D, yet his mind has always been that of a learned man. The sickness, and emotionalscars he suffered throughout his early years, made him guarded, and insecure! He is theoldest of 5 brothers, so he had to wear a "mask" void of fear.

It was inside, that he shed his tears. Writing this offering was his therapy, his cry for help!No! You've never seen, "King Negast" cry! I pray.

"THE NIGGER CHRONICLES" explains why.

Kim: How long have you been a part of theindustry/business?

WW: 3 years as a "paid" performer.

Kim: How did you get your start?

WW: Greg Hill lead bass singer of "TheDelfonics Revue", saw me perform at TheDe ja Vu Bookstore in Spanish Harlem, andoffered me the opportunity to open up fortheir featured Mother's Day Show, 3 yearsago.

Kim: If you will, give me one pro and onecon you have found in this industry.

WW:A "pro" of the industry is thefinancial gain.

A "con" is the constant struggle to berelevant and sought after.

Kim: Has this always been a lifelongdream or something that happenedunexpectedly?

WW: This has always been my lifelongdream.

Kim: With whom have you had thepleasure of working?

WW: Greg Hill & The Delfonics Revue,SugarBear lead singer of the Blue Notes,

Abiodune of The Last Poets, The LastPoets, Poets: Nathan Pearson,

Papoleto Melendez, Maria Aponte, aswell as Lyrical Whitfield, and VerbalArtisan.

Kim: People see the glitz and glamour, buthow hard is the work?

WW: The work is extremely hard, but byworking hard at your trade you create the"Glitz and Glamour"!

Kim: If you weren't doing what you do, whatdo you think would be your chosenprofession?

WW: Law Enforcement.

Kim: Who and what inspires you?

WW: I'm inspired by the unfair treatment ofa people, I write to alleviate my pain &sorrow.

Empowering my people inspires me!

Kim: What is your advice toanyone trying to succeed in thisindustry?

WW: Stay true to your corebeliefs! Never give in to criticism.

Persevere at all cost!

Kim: Any words ofencouragement or shout outs youwould like to add?

WW: Believe in God (if you're abeliever)..

Believe in yourself as you wouldwant others to believe in you...

The

Wondrous

WILLIAM

WASHINGTONAvailable on Amazon.com

2014 NPANOMINEE FOR

Poetry Author of the YearSpoken Word Artist of the Year

VOTING RESUMES ON NPASITE

JUNE 20-JULY 20