"Dreamin Wit A Broken Heart IIII"

Haven't been writin lately, so much has been goin on (I aint just gonna put muh business out lyk dat tho).

"No, I neva knew you, but you knew me; but if ever I knew U, I would've loved you..." <--- That statement honestly describes one of the major things that've been goin on as of late. And that's pretty much it for this post, hopefully I'll post some new poetry up soon.

Signin off,
*Brown Sugar*

"Dreamin Wit A Broken Heart III"

It's officially not gonna get betta :( yall dont know how stupid I feel man. N disappointed, sad, mad, among many otha feelins. I didnt even know I could B this emotional to begin with!! I'm usually tha female who doesnt care that she just broke up with a guy, because usually the guy's done sum10 drastic. But I realize now that I want this 1 back, I dont want to lose him. I'd rather have him ALL FLAWS than not have him @ all... But I guess I figured that out a lil too late :(

Signin off,
*Brown Sugar*

"Dreamin Wit A Broken Heart II"

Lately I've been goin thru sum changes, mentally, physically, N definitely emotionally. Sumtyms I hate tha fact that I gave him muh heart just so he could break it, that I let him into muh lyf just so he could leave, that I love him so damn much. It's tha losin of love that's killin me. I've neva experienced love with another, partly cause I didn't want to put muhself through all that, N partly cause I was dealin wit sum straight triflin niggas. But this tym around, it happened unexpectantly, against muh will, lyk one day I woke up and I just knew that this was tha guy for me sorta thing. I thought I'd found mine, ya'll, I really did, N it hurts to know that he's no longer in muh lyf. It hurts that I can't tell him I love him N know that he's mine. There's this guy, N he just walked into muh life, gave me reason to believe in love, marriage, kids, all that, took muh heart, N it's neva been tha same. He was one of tha best thangs that coulda eva happened 2 me, N I let dat go. Damn, it hurts so bad... :(

Signin off,
*Brown Sugar*

"Dreamin Wit A Broken Heart I"

As alot of you may kno by now, I've recently got out of a long-term commitment. I really don't kno why people feel the need to ask how I feel, how else am I supposed to feel?? Well, I'ma let yall kno: I'm mad as fuck, sad as hell, and then some. It's not easy letting someone you care about go, if it was easy, then that means there aren't feelings there to begin wit. On some real shit, me N this nigga done been through it all, tha ups N downs, highs N lows, all that. But is it rite to be wit sum1 when they don't care about bettering themselves N U do?? Honestly, I cant be all up in sum1's face tryna make them change for tha betta when that's tha last thang on they mind, it doesn't work like that. In this kind of situation, compromise is not an issue because it simply cannot be done, point blank period. But dammit, lettin go aint easy...

Signin off,
*Brown Sugar*

"Love's Unanswered Questions: She Said, He Said"

Riddle me this: Is it fair that those SO DESERVING of love
Get thrown to the sidelines
While others experience something so sweet, yet so deadly??
I'm tired of askin questions as the time flies;
I'm searchin for answers,
Cause curiousity's eatin' at me
Like an unknown form of cancer...

---> She asks: "What does the idea of love do
To people like me N you??"
N here the questions start,
Best believe, they're comin' from the heart.
---> He responds: "Do you ever get tired if the fussin' and fightin'??
The yellin' N arguin'??
Breakin' up N makin' up again??
Does it ever get old??"
---> She wails: "Has it occured to you that a broken heart,
Mendin after bein torn apart,
Is STILL FRAGILE and can easily be broken again
Despite the healin??"
---> He answers: "Do you believe 'love' should be able to fill someone with the utmost joy,
Then cruelly snatch it away as if it were a child's toy??"
---> She reproaches: "Do you feel like I do?? That when it's all said N done
We'll both just walk away, never to be reunited as one??
Actions speak louder than words EVER will,
N I won't stand by while your sweet syllables fall upon my ears,
Where they'll manifest and take over, until I've had my fill..."
---> He remains silent,
Miserable, as he lets her vent.
---> She sighs: "I love you, I won't even deny that,
But it seems sometimes that love isn't returned back...
Yea, I REALLY want our love to be perfect
But is the pain N misery all REALLY worth it??"
---> His final words: "I love you, and I always will,
N being with you brings me some kind of thrill.
But it seems like I'm a soldier fightin love's war,
N these battles have NEVER been so hard before..."


Three words, eight letters can mean EVERYTHING
Yet at the same time mean NOTHING :
I LOVE YOU.

-Brown Sugar©

"In With The Old, Out With The New"

Forever competing against unknown sources,
Ya try real hard
But never exude enough force.
Does it matter??
Comparisons continue to fly,
Only to be denied
In tha end.
What can be said??
Besides tha fact that
Those forged memories
Shall ALWAYS remain...
New momentum shall never be gained,
Without tha reminder of
"We used to do this"
Or
"I remember when so N so did that".
That's all barred, it's a wrap.
Unforgotten memories of old
Shall furthermore determine
Future moments untold...

-Brown Sugar©

Simply Addicted

WELCOME. Dive into tha mind of an addict...


"Bullet off of lyf
No matter the strife,
I SHALL be revived
As tha sensitivity of survival
Takes me higher...

Trippin on contentment
Livin for tha moment.
Stick tha needle of freedom
Into muh arm
And let me drown in it’s effects...

Overdosin on happiness
I take a hit,
N I feel blessed
Wipe tears of joy from muh eyes
N let tha feelin overpower me...

Addicted to your love
I keep samplin,
But it’s not enuff.
Pleadin for anotha cup
Of your never endin affection..."

See, I’ve become a junkie.
I NEED it!! Gotta have it,*ecstasy*
*SIGH*
Now that’s what I call a natural high…
Wat can be said?
Love opens up your mind.
Somethin I thot I’d NEVA find,
Has got me hooked.
Addicted.
Fiendin for affection.
In need of serious intervention.
Submit to love's call:
“You got doubts??
Wipe em clear.
Come on, give in.
Have a dose of me,
N let tha exhilaration begin.”

The rarest love, who'd think I'd find
Someone like you to call mine??

-Brown Sugar©

"Love's Hands of Father Time"

Here’s the idea I give:
Let's create OUR OWN recollections,
Instead of dwelling on past narratives.
MOVE ON,
Start singing a brand new song.
One filled with sweet melody,
Mixed with glorious harmony,
All of the above
And more.
But no, old memoirs remain,
Much like forbidden fruit
Gone bad.
Start to reminisce on all
The great times YA’LL had.
And with that comes misery.
“What caused the end of ‘We’??”
How is it something that seemed so right
Abruptly come to an end,
Causing head and heart alike
To be bound in endless fight.
“What went wrong??”
Our hearts and minds aren’t fully
Where they belong:
HERE. In this moment.
As we try to croon
OUR brand new tune??
Ancient adversity ensures
Our love shall NEVER be pure…

-Brown Sugar©

"Competition Between Hearts"

She wants to enjoy his embrace,
She wants to cherish his face.
She wants to share pure romance
With none other than him:
But it’ll never happen:
See, she's competin’ with tha past…

Surprise!! Chocolates galore,
Stuffed animals at her door.
Kisses and hugs
As she beam all tha while:
Will never occur, ‘cause HE'S thinking of HER.
Still, she's competin’ with tha past…

“I don’t do things like that anymore”,
He claims, slammin’ shut muh hearts port.
Muh hopes completely dashed,
Emotions put away, stashed:
Damn, I wish I could partake in all that!!:
I'M competin’ with tha past…

Competition must exist,
Without it?? Bliss persists.
Whenever conflict shall arise??
Only action is to avert thine eyes.
Because this cycle WILL continue:
ME, COMPETIN WITH YOUR PAST

-Brown Sugar©