1 outta 10...million

This next poet is someone I don't know well, but she's friends with a lot of my friends on Facebook so I already know she's cool people. I'll keep this short and introduce Shy LaLa. If you want to check out more of her writings, you can read more at https://www.facebook.com/Shyshdy/notes. A lot of good stuff there. Thank you for stopping by "No Title" the random blog and enjoy. =)


One outta 10...Million
 November 6, 2010 at 12:55am
written by Shy LaLa

 9 times outta 10,
You will never even know
You've fallen victim to my pen,
But don't worry,
Because there's nothing to fight about.
I've finally got far too much to write about.

As both the unrequieter and the unrequietee,
I can't help but love the cosmic irony.
You tell me that I know how you tick,
But day after day you continue to switch the channel.
It's nothing, and yet it's too much for me to handle.

I'm enjoying this expedition;
It forces me to explore my own unfamiliar territory;
And while I'm a sucker for a good explanation;
This exploitation of my desire makes for a sad story.

you want two of me when there's just the one.
I'm still having fun,
But you're right...caving now would be accepting scrap.
I've had enough of that;
Feasting on former lover's scrap for years because that's all they could provide.
It's enough to live, but not enough to thrive.

You remind me I'm alive.

You make me feel like I'm special even though we're not fucking.
That would be great if this situation wasn't
SUCKING ASS.
Please, pardon my crass.
I get the complication,
Again, I respect the trepidation,
But the depth that this has taken on....
How much longer will this be wrong?
When do you see this being well received?
I can't help but point out the need to be practical.
Their angry comments WILL BE factual.

If you want it, want it bad enough to fight,
Even if you have to choose between being accepted,
And being right.

I get how hard you're fighting and I'm flattered,
Please don't think your hard work doesn't matter;
But I'm wary of having my heart tossed by the wayside;
Get at me when you're ready to rock the star crossed and embrace your dark side.

Jealousy

Hello poetry lovers, or art lovers in general. For the month of April, I'm going to be trying something a little different. I'm going to post poems written by other artist for this month. If you're following, a regular visitor, or new to"No Title", you're going to be in for one wild ride this month. First person up to bat is someone I consider to be a really good friend. LP and I go back to the good days of smoking cigarettes at P.C.C. and ditching class to play bones or just to chill. I present to you Jealousy by LordPint. If you would like to check out more of her work, you can find her at http://lordpint.deviantart.com/gallery/ enjoy and have a nice day. 

Jealousy
Written by LordPint
Feb,18 2010 10:01 a.m.


I live in a world where things hurt...
Where you dont always get your way or what you want...
Where working for it, takes years not days or months...
Where Mommy & Daddy never bail you out or hand over large sums of cash...
Problems dont just disappear they only get worse...
Bills pile up...
Things get out of hand...
You try your best and fail...
You look forward to the little things cuz big things are just out of your grasp...
LIFE is not a game but a day to day battle field...

I want to be mad at you for what you have and what you'll get and the easy life you lead.
But I cant, thats not right of me.
Its not your fault everything has been handed to you and probably will be handed to you for the rest of your life.
Enjoy your platinum spoon and your golden life.

Just remember that if you ever wish upon a star for a different life, that Im wishing on that same star for yours!
And I wont be willing to give it back!

Q-Tip - Poetry (Feat. Erykah Badu and Roy Hargrove)

Welcome to Spring! The time of season those can fall in love or find love, the season of renew, so it can also be a time of break ups as well. Spring itself is a poetic season because its a transition season, the connection between death and birth, the old and young (winter representing the old). Many things can sprout in spring, a time when the energy runs ramped like a five year old on a playground, the energy  spreads all over and it transitions into adults as creativity, spontaneous decisions, contradiction, and change. Thank you for stopping by "No Title" the random blog. Enjoy. =) (Video found on You Tube)

In love with you--Erykah Badu feat. Stephen Marley

Song found on You Tube

Under Aquarius

Under Aquarius I cried for you,
I fought for you, exchanged energy
for you,wished for you, fought with
you under the stars of Sagittarius and
continued with the cold attitude moving
into Capricorn, the scorn of this new relationship
that was born begin to form as the stars begin
to align, the issues of  yesterday begin to spray
under this sign, like the water barrier Aquarius is,
I begin to spray out my emotions which made me
quirky, the fire and earth in me begin to loose footing
and unearth me, shook me, rocked me,
stopped me, shocked me,
a mix between low self esteem
and cocky, I couldn't seem
to stop thee, word vomit
absurdly dumping out of my brains
closet...

Under Aquarius my dreams
became romantic, just being
able to lock eyes under dark
skies or city lights, just hug
you when the wind is right,
love you when your eyes
dull, you heads low, spirit
crushed, I'll pick you
up, kiss you up, nothing
to sexual, laughing and
pure sensual touching just
like to hear you laugh so I wild
out...some of it sounds cliche
but I promise the delivery would
be original, just only rose peddles
because thorny stems can be
subliminal, if I could  steal
her heart I wouldn't do it
because its not beating...
I'd only still her heart
to pause the moment I took
her breathe away, kiss her
on the lips and add my breathe
into her passage way, heart beating
linked, synced, or paired together
just you and I, gaze into our souls
because the eyes are windows of
you and I, but sharing a lovely kiss
would probably put the you in
I, l-o-v-e y-o-u? I owe you and I,
love you till I can't no more, because
I can't bare pain, the last person in
my thoughts when I fall asleep, you're
always on my brain, some where in my
thoughts...I try to neglect you but I can't...
every now and then I push you out but
you slowly creep, I don't want to seem
obsessed but I think someone's got a
hold of my chest

It's said if you're constantly
thinking of someone, usually
the person is thinking of you....
So here's to us thinking of us...
you can't stop thinking of me
because you wonder about us
instead of wondering about the
current, the predictable was easy
but the forbidden is a chase, even
if I catch you, I'll only have you for a
short moment in this life, to feel the passion
of the souls in flesh is never daunting, just
when one leaves before the other it can be
haunting, because you don't want to leave,
you want to stay by their side, when you kiss
them with soft kisses your spirits chakra ignites
with inside....

All I am is in love

I made my bed so its time
to sleep, reap what I sow
because deep down I know
I fucked up to a point I pissed
you off,  you possibly hate me for even
thinking to negate you, flaunting
in front of other women like I quickly
dropped you and replaced you but deep
down, I knew I couldn't step between you and
him, I believe in karma and fate, so what would
happen if I were the final decision that made you two break?
It's possible the same outcome would've fallen upon us,
and to see that happen, I would rather see you with another man
then leave me for another man because time may have wore,
left you and I sore, and I don't think my heart could take that
abuse from such pretty eyes and a pretty mind....

I pushed you away and you thought it was play

 something I knew if I continued

Would land both of us in a fucked place but instead it landed

Me with this fucked face, this slightly crushed heart,

Just in love but no participant, just wet eyes
and a bag of french fries, sounds funny and it kind of is
but I felt the dagger, I felt the distance, everything I meditated
for and wished for before bed was gone with the gush
of the wind, the change of the tides, I long for your kiss now
all I can do is imagine your touch, imagine what it would've been 
like to go out in my neck of the woods, take you to the city
and sweep you off your feet, go to art galleries and museums, 
drink a little, maybe drive up the coast and watch the sunset on
pch, listen to the waves crash against the mountains and fall asleep
under the stars, nothing sexual, just someone to hold, someone to
romance...

I guess All I am is in love, with no opposite,
maybe I'm in love with the thought of being in
love with you, or maybe I'm in love with you and I
don't know how to speak, what I did wasn't the best
but I know in my mind I let fate play its role, even 
though I feel fucked in the long run...actions speak louder
then words is not always the case, sometimes actions lie,
and sometimes words aren't strong enough to display the 
emotion that one is concealing, especially since I still hold feelings for
someone who, in some odd sense, I'm over....I don't know, but
I know I'm in love with you, you're in hate with me but I still love you, if I were
to die today, I'd romance you're future just so your present would be happy..I don't
know how that would work....but I'd figure it out. lol Anyways, I'll give it a shot
in our next life time...

Miguel, "All I Want is You" (Acoustic)

A lot of people complained about his guitar playing ability in this but would made it so genius is Acoustic guitars sound awesome, even the most fucked up guitar player can make something decent. In this video, you'll notice the guitar isn't tuned right but the singing was superb. He matched the perfect and imperfect bridge making this acoustic version of "All I want is you" a tad artsy in my opinion. I could be wrong. Well anyways, hope you enjoy and thank you for stopping by "No Title" the random blog.