Title-less... Literally!

Going through more old poetry books of mine, and I came across this poem.  It's something a little different.  I don't have a title for this one; but I'd like for you to read it, understand it, and post a few title suggestions.  Nonetheless, enJOY ;)

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by Alicia Williams

They tried to tear us apart...

tried to take my words from my soul and use them against me, against you, against us.

They tried to take me away from what I knew best...

take away my passion, my everything.

They tried to tear our love apart....

the love that has been growing between us since I was a little girl, since we were both virgins to this world.

They tried to take away my everlasting piece of dignity.

Use what I said and what I wrote to mark me as a hypocrite.

They tried something along the lines of stoning me to death...

stoning us using my own vocabulary, my own verbals to rid of what we have.

They tried to put out our flame...

the flame that has continued to burn inside of the both of us.

But our passion, our heat was too much for them.

So they tried to water you down and cool me off, hoping that this would be the last of us.

Yea they tried... but they couldn't.

They couldn't tear us part because I'd die for you.

I'd lay myself down in the streets of shame and anguish to be constantly run over by our opposition if I had to.

I'd sacrifice my body for you, partake in activity that would waste away my soul just so your soul could continue breathing...

so your soul could live on to tell the world our story.

They just can't seem to break the natural bond that's between us... it's too strong.

I will admit though, that they almost had me.

They had me at a point to where I was almost broken... feeling torn and remorseful about nearly giving you up for good.

I was afraid to be with you... all from the fear of being seen, the fear of being humiliated, the fear of not being able to love you right anymore.

But without you, I wasn't myself...

the hurt and the pain was damn near unbearable.

So I vowed to take my punishment, let the public see and hear about my obsession with you and your obsession with me... because I needed you that bad.

They can't take this pen from my hand.

They tried... When I tell you.

They tried to stop me from writing... but I can't.

I love you pen & paper, words & rhymes... I love you entirely too much to lose you.

I almost let you go completely because what I wrote offended some, hurt some, broke some, and I lost some.

But I can no longer go on limiting my thoughts because of their dislike and disapproval of our relationship.

Because the reality is... they can not tear us apart.

Writing, you ease my pain, you calm my brain, you heal wounds inside of me that I didn't even know existed.

You allow me to be myself... never judging me, always listening.

Without you, I am nothing.  Without you, I am not me.

You see, they failed.

They can't tear us apart... and this is proof.

I'm back, I'm focused, I'm alive, I'm well... 

And I wrote this just for them.

"I am the youth spirit, I am y'all with the flow... Troubled man, dare I say, I am Mar with the flow... I come up hard but I evolve with the flow... Crossover, slam dunk, Rucker Park with the flow." ~JayZ. What They Gonna Do.

“Be yourself. Above all, let who you are, what you are, what you believe, shine through every sentence you write, every piece you finish." ~John Jake 

Parties and Purpose

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She Has a Pretty Nice Flow

(Tuesday, January 11, 2011)

I had a "snow" day today... which led to a day of nostalgia.  I decided to go through a few old journals and books of poetry of mine.  In case you didn't know, I love poetry... writing in general.  My passion for writing is different though.  I've always done bad in journalism and news media writing classes but flourished in creative writing ones.  Media writing can be so restricted.  There was a format that the teachers forced me to follow for journalistic purposes that I just couldn't get with whatsoever.  I thrive off of being able to place my commas where I want, capitalize what I want, and arrange words and phrases to what feels right to me.  I've studied communications all throughout college, so I understand the need for proper mechanics and grammar.  However, when it comes to telling a story, I'd like to just tell it.  So here, for the first time on my blog... I'd like to share with you the first poem I came across today in reminiscing.  I wrote this poem along time ago, somewhere between high school and college; so there's no need for anyone to feel special lol.
 

Presenting...  "Takin' Back" Enjoy! :)

Takin' Back

byAlicia Williams

See, I was takin' back the first day you looked at me... 

the first day you looked at me straight into my eyes as if you were trying to read my mind.

I was takin' back the first time you smiled at me... 

the first time you smiled at me I knew you were interested, I knew I had you in my grasp... 

I knew my chocolate had once again suceeded.

I was takin' back all of the nights we chilled together, whether indoors or outdoors.  

The nights we talked about whatever, enjoying each others' company, wanting one another, lusting silently.

I was takin' back each time my phone rang and it was you on the other end...

you calling because I was on your mind. 

I was takin' back, believe it or not.

 The conversations we had for minutes, for hours...  

The excitement in your voice told me that you were actually into what I was saying, into me.

I was takin' back the nights I laid down beside you... in your bed... close to you.

You kissing me softly in my most beautiful places.

Our lips touching, tongues meddling, me feeling you deep...ly.

I was takin' back.

 I was takin' back by everything we'd do, from the bites to eat, the nights alone, the public affection, the obvious admiration, the feeling of falling in love.

I was takin' back when the tables turned...

  when your pain became my anger which led to our drama. 

When you decided that I was getting too close, when initially... you welcomed my closeness and despised my distance.

I was takin' back the day I saw your arm wrapped around another girl... 

A smile on her face, and a smirk on yours... your homeboys patting you on your back. 

Playa... I was takin' back.

Takin' back even further as your list of "girl" "friends" increased... 

as your head got even bigger... your crew got even ruder, and your inclination towards me became less evident.

I was takin' back each moment I let your evilness slide, each time I became closer to becoming a "dummy".

I was takin' back by my own persistence to be with you... 

learning that I loved you, yet oblivious to the reality that your feelings weren't my feelings.

Takin' back? Was I.

The killer was how takin' back I was the day you pushed me out of your world completely.

Take me back... that's how I feel.

I feel takin' back by the fact that simply giving you what you wished for was not a task I coud do.

I was takin' back by the fact that I just didn't want to let you go... by how hooked I was, never realizing my own devotion and the extent of your deception.

Take me back.

Take me back to where I didn't cry every other night over a lost cause, over a lost soul... to where my happiness didn't depend on your happiness, to where I could do without you... but didn't.

Take me back to the man who wasn't trying to have a reputation... 

to the man who was trying to make a relationship... to the man who chased after me, the one I saw potential in... Please take me back to that place.

Take me back to where I was takin' back...

Takin' back by the idea of meeting someone who I was so attracted to, so into, so his, so yours when you had me takin' back.

Take me back to before you were even ever in my life, when I was drama-less, painless, emotionless...

When I was takin' back because falling in love felt that good...

Back then, before I knew love could hurt this bad.

Yours Truly... A.dot.M.dot.Dub.