"There are no words"
My imagination conjures up synonyms…synonymous to how I feel
Words befall me
Two halves equaled a whole…. Meaning my whole heart when you were born
Fears and doubts drifted down the river of uncertainty
Love is overused, love is simply not enough
God kissed me in my dream and shined his light on my life
When you were born
My tunnel vision was blinded by your beauty
My aspirations lit themselves on fire just to please you
3 days of labor…unspeakable pain
Was a blur of the journey to make you mines forever
Skin shedding from non-mother to mother
Inner spirit peaking with pride that God chose me!
I was the one to love you forever…. My Christmas and birthday gift wrapped in a eternal bow
I was reborn when you were born
The mirror became a stranger because I only saw a mother…glowing
My thoughts became consumed by hopes and positive energy
I truly understood what it meant to be a woman that day.
I love you.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Lust
Lust
My lust for you buoyed as my anticipation simmered
Champagne and you was all I craved for at dinner
My dirty imagination turned me into an instant sinner
If it’s not about your body, I neglect to remember
All rules were bent and all wrongs became right
But none of that mattered to have you for a night
Your kisses made me sail the tip of the highest kite
Your scent, so alluring my bottom lip I’d suck and bite
Not sure if it’s a love jones or just old fashioned lust
But this aint no typical little school girl crush
I feel like that 'Totally Automatic' song
You make my systems go down
I don’t want you later, nigga I need you now
Discretion is out the window
I can no longer ignore
I want to straddle you on my bedroom floor
Scratch me, bite me even pull out my hair
Scold me, fight me nigga I don’t even care
Rip them off or just pull them to the side: my underwear
Bind my body to a tree, or blindfold my sight so I can’t see
It makes no difference to me
I just want to lounge in your ecstasy
I’d gladly be a vampire just to suck on your blood
Because you make all my erogenous zones flood
And that’s from simply giving me a hug......
I could ramble on forever about this monster crush
But I’ll stop now….Goddam. Janxy hush….
My lust for you buoyed as my anticipation simmered
Champagne and you was all I craved for at dinner
My dirty imagination turned me into an instant sinner
If it’s not about your body, I neglect to remember
All rules were bent and all wrongs became right
But none of that mattered to have you for a night
Your kisses made me sail the tip of the highest kite
Your scent, so alluring my bottom lip I’d suck and bite
Not sure if it’s a love jones or just old fashioned lust
But this aint no typical little school girl crush
I feel like that 'Totally Automatic' song
You make my systems go down
I don’t want you later, nigga I need you now
Discretion is out the window
I can no longer ignore
I want to straddle you on my bedroom floor
Scratch me, bite me even pull out my hair
Scold me, fight me nigga I don’t even care
Rip them off or just pull them to the side: my underwear
Bind my body to a tree, or blindfold my sight so I can’t see
It makes no difference to me
I just want to lounge in your ecstasy
I’d gladly be a vampire just to suck on your blood
Because you make all my erogenous zones flood
And that’s from simply giving me a hug......
I could ramble on forever about this monster crush
But I’ll stop now….Goddam. Janxy hush….
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Ghetto Therapy
“Ghetto Therapy”
Some choose to pay handsomely for the opinions of strangers
It’s easier to confide in them because lose words aren’t in danger
Mouths are complicated puzzles… tailored made for each individual
To bluff you out of your muzzle I had to pretend I was being less critical
For countless hours I listened, hand firmly rested on chin
I clung to your every sentence my ears over clogged by your sins
You’re a man of such high stature with many flunkies at your disposal
But you were easily captured by the sweet nothings that I told you
Sitting in a lawn chair casually swigging on your drink
From across the room I stared giving no hints of what I think
About the crevices of your soul that you've poured into my cap
Your spirit is riddled with holes
And your heart and conscious do not overlap
The beauty of your face has turned your humility into a disgrace
I tried to study your case but it seems your morals have been misplaced
But I’m just your audience listening, not getting paid by the hour
As you speak your symphony your ego is gently being deflowered
You no longer hold the power…..
I’m not a trained therapist, can’t give a medical determination
My motives are mysterious and I’m giving my resignation
Effective immediately
Because you lie and use too greedily
Please don’t try to plea with me my services are no longer free
Some choose to pay handsomely for the opinions of strangers
It’s easier to confide in them because lose words aren’t in danger
Mouths are complicated puzzles… tailored made for each individual
To bluff you out of your muzzle I had to pretend I was being less critical
For countless hours I listened, hand firmly rested on chin
I clung to your every sentence my ears over clogged by your sins
You’re a man of such high stature with many flunkies at your disposal
But you were easily captured by the sweet nothings that I told you
Sitting in a lawn chair casually swigging on your drink
From across the room I stared giving no hints of what I think
About the crevices of your soul that you've poured into my cap
Your spirit is riddled with holes
And your heart and conscious do not overlap
The beauty of your face has turned your humility into a disgrace
I tried to study your case but it seems your morals have been misplaced
But I’m just your audience listening, not getting paid by the hour
As you speak your symphony your ego is gently being deflowered
You no longer hold the power…..
I’m not a trained therapist, can’t give a medical determination
My motives are mysterious and I’m giving my resignation
Effective immediately
Because you lie and use too greedily
Please don’t try to plea with me my services are no longer free
Friday, November 5, 2010
Moody
Moody
Some write about happy moments... that shape their pretty worlds
Sorry I have to tell you, I’m just not that type of girl
I delve into the under layers of thoughts about my life
Like making bad decisions… And not thinking about it twice
Wishing I didn’t do things, instead of the beauty of what’s done
Regretting past transgressions but not relishing battles I’ve won
I ponder difficult concepts and love to reflect upon their embers
This is the type of process that keeps my mind state limber
When love isn’t going great and when everything is out of place
It’s easier for me to translate my simmering internal earthquake
I love when flowers start to droop or when I forget my censored parachute
The down side of life gives me strange reasons to want to salute
It would be much easier to write about beautiful sunny skies
Or how he makes me happy, but I’d rather dissect his lies
Or how last winter he made me cry
Words about difficult subjects seem come to me on the fly
I’ve noticed this pattern... of dark and moody words
They gather inside my head like a flock of circling birds
Waiting to be fed
Or at least get outside of my head
The birds are like my words and when they’re released that's when they're fed
I’m the kind of poet that appreciates to solemnest of the shade
Not marching in the parade, where beautiful words are bound to cascade
But I put up no charades... when you look over my body of work
One observation could be made.. I write my best when I am hurt.
Some write about happy moments... that shape their pretty worlds
Sorry I have to tell you, I’m just not that type of girl
I delve into the under layers of thoughts about my life
Like making bad decisions… And not thinking about it twice
Wishing I didn’t do things, instead of the beauty of what’s done
Regretting past transgressions but not relishing battles I’ve won
I ponder difficult concepts and love to reflect upon their embers
This is the type of process that keeps my mind state limber
When love isn’t going great and when everything is out of place
It’s easier for me to translate my simmering internal earthquake
I love when flowers start to droop or when I forget my censored parachute
The down side of life gives me strange reasons to want to salute
It would be much easier to write about beautiful sunny skies
Or how he makes me happy, but I’d rather dissect his lies
Or how last winter he made me cry
Words about difficult subjects seem come to me on the fly
I’ve noticed this pattern... of dark and moody words
They gather inside my head like a flock of circling birds
Waiting to be fed
Or at least get outside of my head
The birds are like my words and when they’re released that's when they're fed
I’m the kind of poet that appreciates to solemnest of the shade
Not marching in the parade, where beautiful words are bound to cascade
But I put up no charades... when you look over my body of work
One observation could be made.. I write my best when I am hurt.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Hearts and Jokers
Hearts and Jokers
Three months of coyly prancing a delicate game
Oh why did I start this emotional runaway train?
I’m not into calling and always ignored when you did
Used techniques like stalling but you crept through my head
Mostly at night while laying in bed so the bedroom I dread…
The confines of my life leaves little room for me to play
I think it’s just rude that you live in the opposite way
You keep your carefree on display, to you it’s always a sunny day
Your environment is relaxed with friends and hangers on
You walk through the room and people mob you in throngs
It’s definitely hard to ignore your seductive siren song
These types of men I usually give the cold shoulder
But you penetrated my skin so you deserved the once over
So I opened my folder….
The dueling continued but I became bored with your flair
You ordered from my menu with a double side of care
All I can say is how dare...
I regrouped and pondered how to stifle this spark
To snuff out this fire before it set ablaze in my heart
And I always swear I’m so smart…
So I toiled in the background, kept eyes planted on the floor
But you thought that was profound and enjoyed my demure
Your such an emotional whore, you make the lust in me soar
But you never would know this because I pretend you’re a bore
This book is still being written we’re only on chapter three
But the love bug has bitten and has infected my glee
Oh la la we we! See what you do to me? This man and his charms has set an emotional grinch free.
Three months of coyly prancing a delicate game
Oh why did I start this emotional runaway train?
I’m not into calling and always ignored when you did
Used techniques like stalling but you crept through my head
Mostly at night while laying in bed so the bedroom I dread…
The confines of my life leaves little room for me to play
I think it’s just rude that you live in the opposite way
You keep your carefree on display, to you it’s always a sunny day
Your environment is relaxed with friends and hangers on
You walk through the room and people mob you in throngs
It’s definitely hard to ignore your seductive siren song
These types of men I usually give the cold shoulder
But you penetrated my skin so you deserved the once over
So I opened my folder….
The dueling continued but I became bored with your flair
You ordered from my menu with a double side of care
All I can say is how dare...
I regrouped and pondered how to stifle this spark
To snuff out this fire before it set ablaze in my heart
And I always swear I’m so smart…
So I toiled in the background, kept eyes planted on the floor
But you thought that was profound and enjoyed my demure
Your such an emotional whore, you make the lust in me soar
But you never would know this because I pretend you’re a bore
This book is still being written we’re only on chapter three
But the love bug has bitten and has infected my glee
Oh la la we we! See what you do to me? This man and his charms has set an emotional grinch free.
Friday, July 2, 2010
'Phat Flava'
This is actually a rap lol. Dedicated to my Big Girls. This is original copywrited material from janxybaby aka justjanxy.
Big thick eyebrows and an open smile
Skin be so soft, it drive boys wild
Chubby cheeks and big girl breasts
You know we cum hardest when it comes to sex
Thighs be rubbing and feet be aching
We give good lovin' for goodness sakin'
Love me handles and dimpled asses
If you can't handle watch this chick keep passing
Ribs from down south or a New York Deli
Drips from my mouth just to fill my belly
I may be thick but in all right places
Dudes stay whipped like bubble gum to braces
My pants be 16 my shirts be xl
Since I was 15 old heads could not tell
That I was a youngbuk with a woman's body
I don't give a fcuk cuz I'm still a hottie
Tongues stay waggin' and eyes stay focused
Dudes be under my spell like hocus pocus
To all size 6 chicks please don't sleep
Cuz your dude's beside me on his late night creep
Big thick eyebrows and an open smile
Skin be so soft, it drive boys wild
Chubby cheeks and big girl breasts
You know we cum hardest when it comes to sex
Thighs be rubbing and feet be aching
We give good lovin' for goodness sakin'
Love me handles and dimpled asses
If you can't handle watch this chick keep passing
Ribs from down south or a New York Deli
Drips from my mouth just to fill my belly
I may be thick but in all right places
Dudes stay whipped like bubble gum to braces
My pants be 16 my shirts be xl
Since I was 15 old heads could not tell
That I was a youngbuk with a woman's body
I don't give a fcuk cuz I'm still a hottie
Tongues stay waggin' and eyes stay focused
Dudes be under my spell like hocus pocus
To all size 6 chicks please don't sleep
Cuz your dude's beside me on his late night creep
'Shatter'
I heard a glass shatter somewhere down the hall
I think... why does it matter?
When you're ignoring my call
I saw pictures of someone so far from my past
I think... where did they come from?
Burnt memories are now ash
I came far from the distance
Back up to the light
Our eyes glanced for an instant
Then evaporated from sight
I heard a glass shatter
Broken pieces of life
I think... why does it matter?
As I lay restless at night
I think... why does it matter?
When you're ignoring my call
I saw pictures of someone so far from my past
I think... where did they come from?
Burnt memories are now ash
I came far from the distance
Back up to the light
Our eyes glanced for an instant
Then evaporated from sight
I heard a glass shatter
Broken pieces of life
I think... why does it matter?
As I lay restless at night
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