So instead of studying, i am glued to the computer screen like many past Sunday nights eating my snacks and drinking my beverage oh and the occasional grit break. Weapons of choice tonight are chicken in a biskit crackers, vitamin water essential flavor and Marlboro Lights. It really is interesting how anti-productive one can be in one night let alone a good bulk of their lifetime. With finals glaring at me from a 2 week distance you would think that i would stop typing and start reading. FUCK THAT. I'm so sick of college and the bull shiet stuff i have to learn. I honestly could care less about photosynthesis and evolution. Especially when kat's these days could hardly evolve their asses out of the cliche house party scene. Now don't get me wrong i myself am a occasional goer of these types of events, but it generally isn't the highlight of my month or week.
Quick list of people and things at house parties i dislike or annoy me:
1. girl who wants to grind her ass on anything that moves
2. guy who wants to grind his crotch on anything that moves
3. That one person you know that you really don't feel like talking to but get caught up and forced into a conversation with
4. guy/girl who at a certain point of the night tells you, "shhhh its a party theirs cops outside"
5.Girl you used to have a thing with
6. Guy that has a thing with the girl you used to have a thing with
7. kids that look like they hardly turned 12
8. Lastly, Mr. I got something to prove so imma get bold and take my shirt of type dudes/"gangsters"
*It's ironic that one of my goals in life is to help people become progressive, but most people irritate the shiet out of me.
The sad thing is 4 out of 8 of the things listed above is probably me when i get a 40oz of OE or a couple shots of Henny. Which ones? Figure it out.
Why can't Parties be more like this
Anyway's flat top's and kid n play aside I think i need to start being more productive. I need to find things to do where i can network myself and meet new people that doesn't involve my face in a toilet or bush at the end of the night or even my fist throbbing in pain cuz im hard and i hit something harder than me. Oh yea and be productive in school.....RIGHT
quote of the day: "girrrrlll did i park in a no parking zone cuz i think i just got exposed to MAXIMUM FINE!" -my inspiration to blog/an inspiration to write - adriel luis
2am Late night poem
Familiar
As I glance around at my surroundings
One person catches my eye notices me looking,
so my heart starts pounding
blood pressure starts rising
my eyes are dull but not blinding
My eyes
My eyes they catch a young man who happens to be familiar,
familiar like a forgotten memory of adolescence
it’s like I know him
and I do
he stares back at me the same way I’m staring at him
as if he knows me to
So I watch him, well it couldn’t be the first time
Because I swear I know him
Almost like I’ve seen him before
I kinda remember things about him, but his name in my head no more
Maybe some dude I had beef with way back when,
But it couldn’t be that so who is this mother fucker then
Starting to get scared as Tupac’s voice replays in my head
“some buck that I roughed up way back, rata tat-tat-tat-tat and that’s the way it is”
naw couldn’t be….
Anyways as I’m observing him
It almost makes me chuckle
How a man could be so obese from
All the bullshiet nonsense he feeds himself,
But still have his belt buckled
Claiming with words and inadequate action
that he is progressive,
I begin to feel like I’m hooked on phonics
I can’t read his mixed message
He’ll tell you one day to respect women
Because they be like your mother, sister, auntie, grandmother whatever
But his true beliefs are more unpredictable than the weather
His thoughts
His thoughts are more scattered than rain drops,
During fall season and he swears that he’s deep,
but every other conversation he’s had is plain talks
He’ll claim that bitch, slut, and hoe are no longer
A part of his vocab,
but the next day he’ll get dissed by a female
be like “fuck that bitch ass slutty hoe” and be all mad
Truth be told I’m probably not even better
But look at this mother fucker swears he’s a go getter
Like he’s got dreams,
That he’s looking to accomplish
Trying to give good advice to his homies
But they don’t want shiet
He’s trying to go from negative to positive and its on
Top of that he just looks hella dummy
Gone stupid and retarded
Cuz he pretends to be hard and cold hearted
He starts to look lost now, like he’s walking in the dark
And their ain’t no light to guide him
Just continual darkness that continues to be misguiding
He tries so hard to do what’s right as opposed to what’s wrong
But it all seems to familiar like a sad love song
Trying his best to let his voice be heard,
But gets all lost and mixed up like a child speaking his first word
Claiming that he’s activist
But I bet if shiet went down he’d act a bitch
Or maybe a pussy
who tries to offer a lil something
But just comes off as pushy
Like some cracked out prostitutes,
but instead his morals are for sale
trying to define himself but hes struggling
at the age of 20 as a young male
trying so hard to figure out what to do with his life,
but he’s so attached to his worries and his bull shiet
that you could call them his wife
except harder to divorce
through discourse
and remorse
of the stupid decisions that he makes,
feeling like it’s all a bad dream and he still needs to wake
up trying to keep those grades up
so he could be made up
into what society wishes him to be
responsible
hitting light switches so he could see
His parent’s putting pressure on him to graduate college
But he feels like he’s wasting his time and not gaining any knowledge
and now I realize as I glance around at my surroundings
catch eyes with him and my heart begins the pounding
my blood pressure starts the rising
but now my eyes are not blinding
to the truth
My eyes catch a young man who is familiar
And it’s like I know him and I do
Staring with the same look on his face cuz
He knows me to
And I know his name and who he be
As I’m looking at my reflection
I realize this mother fucker is me…
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