offTOP explanation.

Emotions are raw &therefore vulnerable to infection, &once that infection is in your system it's hard to get rid of. you may choose to get vaccinated, but that doesn't mean your body is strong enough to build up a defense -- &the biggest questionable susceptible infection we all are weak to is love.

Epiphany.

My mentor asked me a few weeks ago "Did you ever think about this - Who are you writing to?"... I've been thinking about this, on &off, I get into it deep with myself... I brush it off... I ask it to other writer friends of mines... to see if their answers hold an answer similar to what I've been searching for. Some satisfaction, so I can go to him &have a discussion with him, some approval or just an answer. But I have come up with none &anyone I have asked, has not come up with an answer.

"And then it comes to me, like an epiphany."

I'm not writing to anyone. I'm not directing my words; be it poetry, blogs, texts, IMs, or statuses to anyone. I'm writing them for someone. The ability of words to change a persons perspective on a situation, the way for words to cleanse the soul... there's a reason why people have a thing for melodies &quotes. There's a familiarization and comfort in the words we find. We can affiliate and associate through words. We can spark wars over words. We can dismiss feelings and emotions in words. We can make money in words. Beliefs in entirety are born from words. Words are power.

So I write for someone. For myself, for my love, for my family, for my friend, for a poet, for a foe, for a professor - for you Dave. I write. It's not so much a hobby, it's an questionable need, more than a habit, an addiction. If I do nothing else, I will write. I will write because it is all I know, and by me knowing to write, I know so much more in characters I build myself. Integrating myself structurally through the sculpting of the various forms of word; the smallest free form, an item that may be uttered in isolation with semantic or pragmatic content, in a language, in contrast to a morpheme, which is the smallest unit of meaning.

I find content in my content.

Ask Me.

So I know I've been slacking on the blogosphere lately. It's partly my fault, but mostly lack of inspiration. I don't have much to write about. I'm also going to be changing this blog up a bit in the coming weeks. Anyhow - I've open this blog up for people to ask me questions, as well as tell me anything that you'd want me to write about.

You can do this by Comment or by Email. I will get back to every request ASAP. *Peace
thatpoetace@aim.com

FCUKYOU.

dearASSHOLE that broke into my mothers car,

i wish you thee WORSE. i don’t care how bad you felt you needed it or why you felt the need to do it, my mum is single with 6children, including a 3yr & 1yr old. she works hard for everything we have &bends over backwards for us. you took not only belongings but all her ID &bank cards. you dumb fucking fuck. it is actions like yours that makes me lose hope &trust in society. man knows no good- so basically this is a big FUCK YOU,
FUCK YOU VERY MUCH.

I.O.U.

I feel like I honestly owe you guys something of essence. I've been selfish with myself lately, and I've been what some call ''melancholy.'' In all honesty, a lot of sht happens to me - &I don't mean that in any cliche way. At the same time that I feel like I owe you guys something - I have nothing to give. Not that I have writers block or anything, my thoughts are constantly flowing... but for better or worse terms; they escape me. I need a mind-scripter. Someone who will jot down every thought that I have &save it in some archival form because I need space for the new stuff that's coming in so I quickly lose the old. So I don't know where to begin, I don't know what to write about. For those questioning if I'm depressed because of my 'blue' blogs lately, I'm actually not. I've just come to the realization that talking about death &thinking about death - isn't that bad after all. &Once you learn how to die, you learn how to live. So I figure I'll just get this over with now... And deal with the living in the later. I'll try better, I let a blog go once... Like let it shtFLOP, it won't happen again. I'll start writing my thoughts down on loose leaf... on napkins... on candy wrappers if I have to &I'll blog about them. I feel like I should share, I have something to say. I just don't know how to say it.

[sideBAR|: to all the writers that I am friends with, those that I know personally &virtually - I am thankful for you guys. through you guys I learn &even though I am in school, if I got an education I would lack knowledge. so I just wanted to say that, every person that follows me &has a blog? I check your stuff out, I try to follow all my followers especially. If you want me to read over something of yours, for opinion or editing, just email it my way, and I promise you I will give you feedback.]

With all being said,I'll do a quick catchUP -  there's 8ight more days of class, and then finals week. i'll be roaming between boston &theCITY for all of winter break. i'm not returning to daemen next semester. i've been thinking about introducing chicken back into my regimen. i want to become religious again, but then again i don't think i can stop my blasphemous ways. i ran outta chocolate. &i'm divorcing my family until 2o1o.

I'll be around.
&UnLike Tupac, I don't get around.
But like Lauryn, I get out.