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Mobile, Alabama, United States
Sup world? My name is Douglas James but my friends call me Doug. Most people would tell you that i'm a really cool dude, and they're right. Other people would tell you that i'm smart or bright so i let them think that as well! But for real though, i'm just a 19 year old African American Male who loves his family and friends to death. I think that i have a way with words and that i'm wise beyond my years, but that's just my opinion. I'm entering my sophomore year at ______ in the fall (snickering to my self). I'm currently pursuing a degree in english. This year is a year of many changes and i hope you can keep up!!!

Friday, March 25, 2011

hoes aint shit

i know hoes aint shit
i don heard it in a whole bunch of lines
where niggas was lying bout how the spend they time
except about time spent poorly
sorely, and calloused, voices reiterate
hoes aint shit but still hoping to penetrate
my mistake homie, party foul on doug
but i gotta ask, it's my task,
why you spending your time on unworthy girls?
children in the mind
are you one too?
ladies i understand that men hoes too
some people just hoe hearted
attitude stank like it farted
consumption on the mind
karma sutra suitors using lies as their twine
but in time, i hope yall find, hoes aint shit.
life got plenty fiber if you living and aint just existing
learning, looking, and quiet as you listen.
a still tongue is where it's won.
unless you confessing you learned your lesson
not only asking for but claiming and counting your blessings
addressing all they hate, but focusing on the growth
this aint for the choir to sing over, this one here for the hoes
the hoe ass men who burning women's bridges to trust the next
hoe hearted women kissing on another's husband's neck
planning and knowing it home wrecks.
being a hoe aint bout shit, it's nothing but a life of regrets.
hoes can be healed..
with just a lil
self love
and self respect.
next time you wana be sure, take your money and bet
hoes aint shit but wasted time and regret.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

see space hill

maybe if i were greater i could make it past your make up
find a space in your heart to take up
i used to talk to myself for comfort
but i gave that burden to my maker
the power of prayer doesn't elude me
probably what made you easy to see
easier to like
a privilege to dream of resting my body at night
minus my heart
it beats for you
my future, too many dreams deferred
your manifestation, then me letting you escapes absurd
beyond words
could be why i offer silence instead
scared of fucking it all up over something i said
something i did
maybe it's all the didn't's that's my fixing
undoing me like tides' lingering touches on the beaches' hides where i scribe
working against me like it got something to hide but seek and ye shall find
a beating heart
a work of art
vexing perfection, minus your smile
you came this far, i'm asking you stay a while
stick with me for a couple miles
stick with me for just a few years
growing
growing closer conquering fears
come, let me whisper my deepest desires to ya ears
you do the same, i won't promise, but i'll stray you from tears
i care about, without a doubt, how i talk to my rib
and if all else fails, blast love grind every day that you live
i just wana chill...