Randum Confession: I’ve realized that within my lifetime I will never finish all of my task and goals. The reason is because once i accomplish something I set a new goal up so my success will be limitless until I make it to my final finish line. There’s always room to better yourself…
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When did butterflies start disguising themselves as women?
Modeling bright colored wings with the love of dancing with the wind every song played at heavens prom.
With a voice soft and soulful like sunday morning hyms.
I think it would be wrong to say I want to taste your body like the first sunday’s communion.
So we’re going to act as if I never said that line.
And since I been loving you…
Every room you enter flashes into orbit just from the way you out shine the rest of these solar sista’s.
Changing my favorite subject to science.
And just like a star.
I wish I could kiss Corinne Bailey Rae for blessing my ears with the beautiful notes of that song.
I’m not a love poet and im far from sweet.
And yet im still a sucker for bright eyes and demples.
Catching cavities from her sweet kisses.
I’m like a kid in a candy store when I walk into Victoria’s Secret.
I think my tongue loves ladies in lingerie more than liquorice.
Finding myself breathless.
So tell me how im suppose to breathe with no air?
And if Jordan can’t Spark my heart then who’s willing to step up to the plate?
Hit that home run for her Future husband and create the perfect love song…
But…
“I don’t want to give the wrong impression…”
“I need love and affection…”
“And I hope im not sounding too desperate…”
” I need love and affection…”
So you can consider this my cliche love poem.
Inspired to write…
Bleeding the words from my wound shanked by a beautiful dagger.
The cops charged cupid with attempted murder when really it was just attempted happiness.
We both share the love of traveling…
So let me journey into your fantasy just to explore every letter besides your g-spot…
And when I return I’ll strip you down…
And sink my fingers into your hershey skin tone until my hands are covered in chocolate and your tongues licking the tip…
Of my fingers of course…
While im lost in your loyalty not even caring to find the exit.
I’m too stubborn to share you with anyone else.
And im depressed every morning I wake up to your cold side of the bed.
Empty…
As if winter slept beside me.
I would give the tooth fairy Lil Wayne’s grill just to have her deliver you to me.
And then replace Lil Waynes teeth.
And to be honest…
I’m the furthest thing from perfect like everyone one I know…
And yet, I feel so far gone to the point that when I returned nothing was the same.
All I had was old memories and young money…
Writing poems using artist and their songs.
Until a lovable presence massaged my soul and I realized it was you.
Standing right beside me.
Holding…
A beautiful dagger…
– Ricky “Randum” Maeweather
Things I learned in life: Some things get resolved, some things get forgotten, and some things get left alone… You just gotta choose which is the best option for you.
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A star that never seems to blossom fully…
Stuck in a transition of dedication and beauty…
Soaked in a creamy colored skin wrapped into a cacoon of dreams…
Awakened by her success and kissed by her accomplishments…
Life moments shine like lip gloss…
When did angels start granting syracuse with their presence?
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I was told education is priceless.
But at what cost is it really worth it?
Waking up before my alarm clock disappointed in myself for not over sleeping.
Just so my excuse for missing the bus could be set in stone.
I’m constantly wondering what crime I committed to be sentenced to a middle school for two years which felt like a lifetime.
Watching my school clothes stain themselves into state green colors growing serial numbers on my back.
Reaching another check point in life’s obstacles.
Afraid of what may be waiting for me at the finish line.
Where you’re placed in a jungle of junior high jocks who test your toughness every gym period they find you alone.
Trapt in a lockeroom constructed maze.
Finding yourself swinging fist in every direction looking for the exit but your blinded by their numbered jerseys.
Hoping to see 911 written across the silk fabric.
I wonder if the blood from my lip will wash out before the big game on Friday.
I must’ve missed the memo that once you complete elementary school the next course would be survival of the fittest.
Where you learn to admire your insecurities because the “cool kids” constantly expose them every day you coach yourself to stay positive.
Think of alternatives…
You may be too fat for sports but there’s always drama class not judging your health.
And act as if the diversity is just as sweet as desert.
I guess this was my introduction to popularity.
Which never included me but who cares I go to class to pass.
Even though my grades fall lower than my self esteem every semester.
Maybe if I spent more time on picking the perfect apple for my teacher’s desk.
They would’ve rescued me from my confusion.
Rescue me from bleeding anymore tears onto my homework.
Help me avoid walking into the nurse’s office exchanging my fear for pain just to be sent home.
Maybe realize that besides my peers, the work is another layer of stress weighing me down.
Fighting to stay afloat from failure.
Just to have more work and less love thrown on me causing my motivation to sink.
I never realized how heavy an academic anchor could feel around my ankles.
To the point that I don’t even think they notice me in the field waving my white flag surrendering.
I’m tired of fighting a battle for attention in a military loaded with test hoping to earn a B+ before my purple heart.
Tired of waking up a teenage alcoholic drunk off sorrow.
Tired of being sent to the office for defending myself because my teacher’s degree didn’t explain the signs of a bully’s affection.
Blinded by the obvious…
To the point where if I stop fighting back and show them the bruises painted on me maybe their guilt will give me the extra credit I need.
Or at least sit down and work with me.
Take off their varsity jackets and cheerleading outfits and actually notice me.
Make me feel as if I’m their only student.
These classrooms are filled with ocean sized numbers but how many kids actually learned to swim with the rest.
I feel as if they treat communication like an unwanted foster child.
Show me that you care about my education just as much as your pay check.
And you want to witness me walk the stage rather than a grave yard.
We need teachers that want to teach and not just pay a mortgage.
Neglect can cause a student to receive a suicide note before their own diploma.
And no matter what subject you may teach.
It’s not rocket science trying to understand your student.
Just sit down and listen to their story.
So if this is the priceless education I was told about.
Receipts are kept for a reason so you can have it back…
-Randum
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The other day a kid became excited when he noticed the Batman tattoo on my right arm…
He was about six years old and told me that his favorite super hero was Spiderman because he could crawl on walls…
I smiled…
And I told him that I think he’s cool also…
He then asked, what made me like Batman?
I never really thought about it until then…
I realized…
Me and Batman are not that different from each other…
Besides him losing both his parents at a young age growing up to being a billionaire…
The rest of the story I can relate too…
I mean his suits black and im black…
He has a Bat Signal…
I have a cell phone service…
And im pretty sure the wall built to protect my feelings is just as strong his body armour…
If not then stronger…
You see Batman fights crime…
And Im just trying to fight the fake…
But what do you do when your own friends and family are the villains?
It doesn’t take the world’s greatest detective to realize when your being used and lied to…
Abused by the ones you cried too…
So what’s the point of caring for a family tree…
If it grows nothing but poison Ivy?
And then some wonder why people hearts beat cold like Mr.Freeze as if their lost of loyalty didn’t just drop the temperature below 0…
Robin you for your kindness…
Oh, and my favorite line I hear from people who had problems with me in the past is…
“I’m sorry, I just didn’t understand you”
As if im some type of complicated riddle that know one can figure out…
So they choose to assume the worst…
But unlike The Riddler…
If you just came to me and asked I would’ve gave you the answer…
But whats the point of figuring it out if you dont even trust me?
As if getting to know me is a combination lock without the numbers…
But if you were a true friend from the start…
You would’ve already have the skills of a locksmith so don’t even bother wasting neither one of are time…
And just like the Joker I find myself laughing at my life…
Like how Batman’s father isn’t alive for his birthdays…
And my dad just forgets about mine…
I wonder if Batman uses his cape to wipe the tears away…
No because Batman wouldn’t cry so why should I?
I mean, heroes are created to save…
Not sob…
And to seek justice is there job…
So why would Batman worry about my personal problems versus a bank being robbed?
But we all no life isn’t perfect so it really doesn’t bother me…
And sometimes money isn’t worth more than an apology…
Unless you pay bills…
So I understand why Bruce Wayne fights crime to escape the pain…
And If pieces of my heart was ripped into the shape of bats I would do the same…
Just so others wouldn’t have suffer from the truth that sometimes the bad guys are sitting right inside of your circle…
Smiling…
With their two faced personality right in front of you deciding which knife would make the perfect incision into your spine…
Now I see why Batman chooses to shed light on The Dark Night…
And I also know the feeling of being alone in the time of need finding myself trapt in a batcave inhailing stress with no exit…
Just to realize that you can’t always count on someone rushing to your rescue…
So you learn to become your own super hero…
So when this six year old kid asked me why I like Batman?
I told him…
Because he’s way cooler than Spiderman…
-Randum
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I never wore a green thumb but seeing what blossom on family trees can make you start your own field of flowers…
Attracted by their esscence and provoked by their beauty wishing you could kiss them just to see how soft their petals really are…
A woman…
My favorite breath of life…
Created in numerous flavors, sizes and complexions…
All beautiful in their unique way…
Diverse divas, worth more than diamonds…
Even though they are careless…
And I only say that because I never seen so many queens misplace their crowns…
Maybe I should just replace them with halo’s to match the wings on their back…
I’m talking about a woman…
With a body built to carry and conceive gifts…
Sooner or later Santa Claus will be out of business because mothers deliver way more than he does…
I love my ladies like I love my deserts…
Sweet and filled!
The difference is I want my lady filled with feelings and emotions…
Not jelly… 🙂
Hoping I don’t overdose on pain killers trying to take my mind off my hands cramping ready to give out as I try to repair every woman’s broken heart I come across…
A woman…
The human crossword puzzle alot of men can never figure out…
It’s usually the guys who don’t use trust,honesty, and loyalty in their vocabulary…
But will be quick to try and solve the game with the words hoe, trick, and “12 inches”…
And I understand that some women feel all men are the same, but I only can speak for myself…
I’m only human…
I wouldn’t explain how I could shower you with gifts or meet your every request…
Women weren’t born with controllers so they’re not ones to play games with…
I would take 3 steps…
The first step would be to use a simple box of kleenex…
So I can wipe off the tears her ex caused in her past…
Second step, purchase a #2 pencil…
So I can erase him from ever existing…
And the third step well…
I’m not quite sure yet but when I come across the right woman it will definitively be added into our wedding vows…
A woman…
My hearts number one addiction…
-Randum
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She tells me to write her a poem…
But there’s only so much my senses can tell me about her…
Ready for this journey into her mind just to see what she’s about…
And if my assumption is correct then I just discovered a broken bridge worth diving across just to embrace what’s shining on the other end…
And I can tell even if I fail she’ll still take me in like a nurse and her patient just because of the way her heart is built…
Stuck from how soft her lips look…
Her smile brightens my mood as if she replaced the sun…
Giving me a fever from her attraction making me crave sweet milkshakes just to cool my body down as if it was July 16th…
I can tell her hugs would make my tattoos tingle…
Im childish so what lol…
You would think I was a bee trapped in a mans body the way I am addicted to her nectar…
Spending quality time with her like christmas days watching snowflakes fall…
I bet her favorite color is white…
But thats just a day dream reality’s waiting to burst…
You see I want to travel into her heart like the musical notes on R&B lyrics…
But I don’t want to end up sprung off her song…
I rather let cupid Dj this dream…
She’s sweet with a silly side but can be serious as cancer like her zodiac sign…
Having her beside me is a memory worth more than the lottery…
I learned happiness is priceless…
And you won’t find a woman of her level in any shoppingtown…
Because she’s focused…
Beautiful…
And the key to a door no ones able to open…
She tells me to write her a poem…
I rather just write what my emotions can’t speak…
-Randum
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I always dream of the woman I want, but I never search for her when I awake…
Her beauty leaves kisses on the canvas leading to my attraction…
And now my eyes are catching flames because I always forget to blink when im in her presence…
There may be plenty of fish in the sea but they aren’t worth what this miracle mermaid has to offer…
So I guess you can say she’s been swimming through my mind non stop and im drowning from the desire I have for her…
Slowly sinking…
Not gasping for air but gasping for courage to surf the waves all the way to her heart through this sea of commitment…
I can tell she’s selfish with her sex appeal…
Giving me an addiction for sleeping pills and nyquil just to spend more time with her…
And not once have I ever came across the right letters on my tongue just to tell her…
“I like you”
I never met someone with so much class to make me constantly fail her course just to continue to learn from her…
Until she feels I am ready for our future…
Studying the art of honesty and faithfulness for this final of happiness…
Graduating from a boy to a man…
Making my diploma melt into that wedding ring I pictured the night our eyes danced together for the first time…
Cupid played her favorite song…
Throwing my scholarships in the air as they cuddle with the sky as doves falling into the ground as rose petals…
And my cap and gown blossoms into the tuxedo our future picked out for us just the like the flower placed in her hair…
As she walks out of my dream down that aisle into my heart…
In her white dress…
-Randum
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If I were able to fast foward my thoughts and rewind time…
I would’ve never came across the word “regret”…
Wishing my tears would flood away every ounce of evidence until my concious became clear…
And yet…
I am captured in this crime scene by my own guilt…
And now my hands are stained from the stentch…
Of a serial killer…
The night grew cold…
As the Frosted flakes fell from the sky.
I just robbed some trix in the alley for their lucky charms…
I realized the Fruity Pebbles around their necks weren’t real…
So I gave everyone of them Kix until they stop breathing…
I noticed somebody seen me in the assualt as they ran off in fear…
My homeboy Apple Jacks cars so I called him up…
We road around for hours searching for the witness…
Blowing Cocoa Puffs of smoke from a chocolate cigar trying to calm my nerves…
We spotted the target walking along side a wall.
I started to pull out my special k and empty every round out the window until he resembled the shape of a Froot Loop…
But I didnt want to leave any evidence…
So I caved the pedal into the floor ramming the car right into his body until I heard the Cap’n Crunch…
Hearing his body snap,
Crackle,
And pop…
Mushed like oatmeal…
There was no hope for his Life…
He probably wouldve had a better chance surviving if he ate his wheaties that morning…
And now I am called out by my conciense…
Unable to flee the scene…
Having a bowl filled with my own tears every morning for breakfast…
Because I am a Killer…
A Cereal Killer…
-Randum
Ricky Maeweather 