tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14153885848942585072024-02-06T19:12:14.828-08:00There Will Be A YesterdayHey Every body, ZURI here...Ok, My Blog is a mixture of a few things, My Thoughts, my poems, my emotions, and my favorite pieces of work from any and everybody...so i hope you love it...it comes straight from the heart...ENJOY!!!!!!!!BrownSugarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17872873131684572147noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415388584894258507.post-11000667888552149102009-09-25T08:00:00.000-07:002009-09-25T08:01:23.369-07:00<a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://images2.layoutsparks.com/1/212141/emo-love-135-hang.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.layoutsparks.com/myspace-layouts/emo_4&usg=__-ZLtphH-KX28EdJClrZvCp5jhyM=&h=757&w=500&sz=50&hl=en&start=6&tbnid=ERLsQI4q0qSg3M:&tbnh=142&tbnw=94&prev=/images%3Fq%3Demo%2Bpics%2Bof%2Blove%26hl%3Den%26safe%3Dactive"></a><a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://images2.layoutsparks.com/1/212141/emo-love-135-hang.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.layoutsparks.com/myspace-layouts/emo_4&usg=__-ZLtphH-KX28EdJClrZvCp5jhyM=&h=757&w=500&sz=50&hl=en&start=6&tbnid=ERLsQI4q0qSg3M:&tbnh=142&tbnw=94&prev=/images%3Fq%3Demo%2Bpics%2Bof%2Blove%26hl%3Den%26safe%3Dactive"></a>BrownSugarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17872873131684572147noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415388584894258507.post-81513964307947047352009-09-25T07:32:00.000-07:002009-09-25T07:54:38.389-07:00The Chosen Few<span style="font-family:verdana;">I will</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">never know</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Why I was</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Chosen...but</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">As the blood</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Stains these sheets</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">And the </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">life drains</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Away,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I know</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I have</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Disobeyed.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I know</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The plan was</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">To stay, but </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The more</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The pictures</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Don't fade,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">My memories</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Become reality...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">And I</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Can't stand</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Another</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">DAY</span>BrownSugarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17872873131684572147noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415388584894258507.post-36718422779681914792009-06-12T09:19:00.000-07:002009-06-12T09:44:40.256-07:00November...Death Defying?...Are You Kidding Me???<span style="color:#330033;">I</span><span style="color:#330033;"> don't like the idea of death. I'm scared shitless of death and dying.</span><span style="color:#000000;"> </span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Where do we REALLY go once we die? </span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Do we still exist, just in another form? </span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Do we really have souls? </span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">If so, do our souls just roam the earth once we die </span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">or is Heaven and Hell horrifyingly real? </span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Is death just a figment of our imaginations and we're just letting this </span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">one </span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">thought and/or idea run rampant through our minds and allow it to</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">control our lives. </span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Were the people who have already passed on ever really here to </span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">begin with in the first place?</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Or are we truly living in "THE MATRIX"?</span>BrownSugarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17872873131684572147noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415388584894258507.post-26513771284218187522008-12-19T08:55:00.000-08:002008-12-19T09:14:13.728-08:00For Frenchie...She plays<br />as though<br />her pain will<br />flow out through<br />her fingertips.<br /><br />Her story is not<br />written on her<br />face but<br />in her<br />voice.<br /><br />Her struggle<br />rides the<br />waves of her<br />vocal chords,<br />expecting there to be<br />a platform on<br />which they land,<br />but instead...<br />they fall past the<br />nothingness.<br />On and on, further<br />into the abyss of<br />Deaf Ears.<br /><br />I expected to<br />find a small child<br />or an impoverished<br />woman, but<br />what i found when she<br />looked up will<br />forever stay framed in<br />my mind.<br /><br />SHE WAS BEAUTIFUL.<br /><br />So much so,<br />that her beauty<br />shocked me...<br />And her mucis<br />haunts me.<br /><br />And just as<br />she surprised me<br />when she came,<br />her absence tore<br />my heart in two,<br />as she breezed out<br />the door.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />* i wrote this poem one night in a smoke filled club, i was working at the bar and a crackhead came prancing in, jumped straight on the piano, and poured her heart out into the music. it looked as if her fingers were in pain, and i didnt expect to find such a beautiful woman...i found out after she left that her name was Frenchie, and she was dying. here's to you Frenchie...here's to youBrownSugarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17872873131684572147noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415388584894258507.post-69328757899780623982008-11-17T11:29:00.000-08:002008-11-17T12:21:26.551-08:00The Thing We Lost...As this sob<br />Escapes<br />My throat, I<br />Realize that<br />Something Valuable<br />Has gone missing.<br /><br />The Thing We Lost Was Trust.<br /><br />It might've disappeared<br />The day he waved<br />His flirtatious hello<br />And I smiled<br />My blushing, cool-breeze,<br />Gone with the wind<br />Goodbye.<br /><br />The Thing We Lost Was Trust.<br /><br />Or Maybe<br />Just Maybe,<br />It could've been<br />the day you walked out<br />The door...<br />And as i smiled with<br />My eyes, Our<br />" DON'T ASK-DON'T TELL "<br />policy bore a hole<br />Through my skull<br />Like a drill to the<br />Earth's very core.<br /><br />The Thing We Lost Was Trust.<br /><br />It has seeped through the<br />Cracks of my bleeding<br />Aching heart like<br />Coveted water<br />From a split<br />Rock.<br /><br />The Thing We Lost Was Trust.<br /><br />There Was<br />A time when<br />Your absences<br />Were my "END OF DAYS"<br />And your touch<br />My guardian Angel.<br /><br />The Thing We Lost Was Trust.<br /><br />But Fast<br />Forward to<br />The present<br />And nothing could<br />Be further from the truth.<br /><br /><br />The Thing We Lost Was Trust.<br /><br />Your touch is no<br />Longer a reassurance...<br />Your kiss simply<br />A glimmer of<br />Bias hope...Your<br />Presence No longer<br />Felt.<br /><br />The Thing We Lost Was Trust.<br /><br />IF I'M LUCKY ENOUGH YOU'LL STILL<br />LOVE ME TOMORROW.BrownSugarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17872873131684572147noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415388584894258507.post-47913497341085415792008-09-28T09:47:00.000-07:002008-09-28T10:06:28.696-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip_2_vLS6zyPUIvNFw_aJ6EXGFzAZpC7lBW0HvHr1iN2TAsKzzVbLJocDU7PUons-U1fZTDpXxZkkDJDBxNxlr_m-2228WuIE8ECBjayDJXbVZSCUog3XTRSPgE7v7U4EW7zymr-mIxDZY/s1600-h/l_9b1b50e8eaa1963c082b943fc54e9904.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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God, I'm only 15. There's nothing left for me here. I feel it, and i know every one else does too. You have to, I'm around you 24/7 looking up at you with hopeful eyes...My soul, pleading with you to save me, not once did you try. This is not a harmful letter, it's intentions are not to try and hurt you...It was written to say I Love You, I Love You and Goodbye. Guess What ma, i still see Denny sometimes. Remember the imaginary friend i had when i was little?...I was cute wasn't i? Anyways, he's a really nice guy. Well, i left some poems for you to read...Some things i wrote over the course of my life...Maybe then and only then will you be able to understand me and my thoughts. Poetry is like wine, some poems are bitter, some are sour, and some are fine. My Writings are like fine wine Mommy, You'd be proud, I promise. This is the end of my one sided conversation with you, but only because I've run out of time. There is so much more i wish to speak with you about but i guess I'll tell you more from purgatory. I Love You Mommy, and if we speak no more when I'm gone, I hope i see you again one day. I love you, No really, I do.BrownSugarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17872873131684572147noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415388584894258507.post-13354364583943626662008-09-20T19:35:00.000-07:002008-09-20T19:45:04.109-07:00Undying LoveMy Heart<br />Is Like the<br />Ocean.<br />Raging storms,<br />bracing itself,<br />Waiting for the<br />Lightning that is<br />sure to come.<br /><br />My heart<br />Is like<br />the water...<br />Going up<br />Rivers<br />And down<br />Streams.<br /><br />Your kiss, like<br />Melting Caramel<br />upon my lips.<br />Your name,<br />The one word<br />I'll be sure to<br />Scream.<br /><br />My heart<br />is like<br />Your Touch.<br />Everloving & Everlasting.<br />I need your love<br />to unleash<br />The clasping<br />of two hearts<br />entwined.<br />For all<br />Eternity &Needlesly<br />DivineBrownSugarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17872873131684572147noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415388584894258507.post-52392399999846402462008-09-13T16:25:00.000-07:002008-09-13T16:50:54.504-07:00I Love You...3 Years Too LateThose (3) once<br />coveted words,<br />Now faded as<br />a distant<br />Memory,<br />An old picture,<br />or a far off dream.<br /><br />A heartbeat,<br />Ever so faint...<br />All motion<br />cease to exist<br />as he parts his<br />lips and begins<br />To form the<br />words...<br /><br />" I LOVE YOU ZURI ",<br />In a starving whisper<br />he finally bares his<br />soul.<br /><br />* Eons ago<br />I would've<br />jumped out of<br />my skin just<br />to hear those<br />three words<br />sail past his<br />lips..<br /><br />But now,<br />All i feel,<br />Is Confusion.<br /><br />Three years later,<br />And only now<br />you begin to<br />Love Me...?BrownSugarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17872873131684572147noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415388584894258507.post-29542610648842175462008-09-08T11:51:00.000-07:002008-09-20T19:56:59.249-07:00There Will Be a YesterdayThere Will Be A Yesterday Because Tomorrow Never Dies.<br />They listen to my voice and<br />They swear I<br />Tell no lies. I look upon the<br />Youth and<br />see fear and hope mixed in<br />their eyes...<br />I prey on their tears,<br />One glance, and you<br />can tell...<br />GOD<br />has no place here.<br /><br /><br />You speak when spoken to...you<br />humble<br />your eyes when everyone<br />has cast their<br />gaze in your direction, but<br />reality seeps in...<br />you are a figment of your own<br />imagination...you've been living a<br />"Book of Lies" kind of life.<br />Maybe tomorrow does die,<br />But I will<br />always yesterday.<br />So for now,<br />I'll just mourn<br />Tomorrow...<br />TodayBrownSugarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17872873131684572147noreply@blogger.com5