LOST & FOUND

Storiesrus: Author-CAROLINA COUNTRY                                                      

Lost & Found in a world that’s unpleasant and so cold. With the responsibilities of a grown up she’s on her own at 16 yrs old. Taking care of herself, you can’t tell her nothing, because she thinks she’s grown. Black girl lost, feeling like a motherless child and daddy’s been long gone.  Lost without a clue, she needs God in her life. Losing her virginity was easy but finding her identity is the fight. In a search for love, doing whatever with whoever, just to be accepted. Since birth she never knew love, she was with the feeling of being neglected. Settling for a cheap thrill, as far as bettering herself, she thought why bother. Lost and not knowing that what she was really looking for was a father. Uneducated with no sense of direction all she had was good looks and a nice body. Never knowing her worth, she did the worst of drugs and fell victim to society. She became a product of her environment, if that’s what you wanna call it. 

Pregnant and giving birth to a premature baby, cause since 15 she’s been an alcoholic. The system was her and the street was her father, all her life she had it hard. This was the story of a black girl lost who gave up the struggle and gave her life to God. Once she was lost but now she is found realizing the way she was living wasn’t cool. Not only did she give her life to God and gave up the drugs, she got back into school. Finding her way through her trials and dealing with life on life’s terms. She changed her people, places and things not playing with fire, knowing that fire burns. With an education, she’s on her way to success which makes her a double threat, cause with the streets she’s already been around. Her mess has turned into a message; this is the story of a black girl who was once lost but now she has been found.

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Storiesrus: Author-CAROLINA COUNTRY      

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“HOOD SHRINK”

StoriesRUs:  Authors-  KING PEN aka Steven & SIR SKIP aka Sir Swags A lot

 

A yo KING PEN…

I got problems

I feel you can fix!

Give me advice for this LIFE, I’m caught in the mix!

I’m STRESSED….

I came to you, I think you can HELP!

I got potential, plus I’m out on a search for MYSELF!

I got family to feed I’m only nineteen!

I see dead faces at night looking like money – light green!

Pressures on

Producing diamonds I think!

Home alone speed dialing to phone a HOOD SHRINK!

Sir SKIP, Don’t even syrup sip!

718 flip 187 Hood lotto picks!

You feel I can problem fix?  Problem is caught in HOOD Politics.

Bloody mix of twisted too many yapping, no polygrip since you can HELP ME

HELP  you clear smoke screens focus on facts beyond nineteen…

LIFE is like sightseeing shattered dreams nightmares screams!

Tell me everything I’m listening three sharp eyes keen!

SIR SWAGS A LOT,  heart full of pride it coincides but I don’t subscribe to no principles I  push aside from these eyes….

I’ve seen the most perpetual pain!

To see my PEERS go through it I saw the struggle get strained!  Fly dudes be switching lanes

I’m paying fare for the train!  Pillow moist from the tears I shed over shame!

Me being a BLACK statistic is a FEAR I feel FRAMES!

Too clever to point the finger figure guess who’s the blame?

MESSAGE:

Acknowledge your honesty problem’s not as bad as the ECONOMY!  NO APOLOGIES

Mistakes made is HUMAN POLICY it’s all PSYCHOLOGY. So remain HUMBLE with modesty.

Avoid a FALLACY  cause the shots is not a Foul for FREE!

Stay on the low like calories rough roads callous feet like a Khalid beat!

Streets is live a jungle we huddle like a lions feast!

The enemy within declares war to find PEACE!

 

StoriesRUs:  Authors-  KING PEN aka Steven & SIR SKIP aka Sir Swags A lot

 

EMBRYO

StoriesRUus:  Author- KING PEN aka Steven

 

It took two to procreate one life, fireworks lit up the sky on this passionate night.  What ended in steamy love all began with a heated fight.  I’m anxious to see the world!  A precious boy or pretty girl.  I hear them talk about me often cause I’m their future unfolded.

Why does Mommy cry so much?!?  I don’t know all the facts but it’s an issue of trust.  So confusing when Mommy says that Daddy don’t give a &%#@$*…

But isn’t cursing bad?  That’s when I knew she was mad.  I haven’t arrived yet and stressed cause I’ll be born without my Dad.

Daddy said he couldn’t take it.  I’m fatherless let’s face it.  I want to cuss like a sailor but I ain’t able to say SSSHHH!

Mommy loves Daddy.  She said she don’t but it’s a lie.  Daddy loves Mommy but hides behind selfish pride. I kick when I’m sick of hearing it.

There’s a high percentile of kids born through a sex experiment.  Actually, that’s the last time they shared any words of endearment.

My baby’s fist clenched and bawled.  Mommy stumbles to a fall.  Screeching screaming after a table plate smashed into the kitchen wall.  The results of Daddy getting caught shopping with a girl at the mall.

Daddy’s let than a Mister for the way he hit her.

Mommy’s not a snitch though the cops she did call.  We survived this ugly fight of fist throwing and Mommy’s clawing.

I can’t wait to be born!  A beautiful baby’s form into one determinate Spawn could be today as Mommy’s carried across the houses front lawn.

Someone shouted “What happened ?!?

Mommy cried “Contractions!”

Though I feel its much more.  I hear ambulance sirens combined with Mommy praying to the lord.  Still no Daddy for shelter through this disastrous storm.  Today Mommy’s placenta is not so comfy and warm.

I’m tangled in a web and Mommy’s bleedings not the norm.

My day of birth…. is my date of Death… I was strangled by her umbilical cord!

 

 

StoriesRUus:  Author- KING PEN aka Steven

MEET THE PRESS!

Welcome me world

I’m here to drop a pearl.

On a one man mission.

Hope you’re listening, boys and girls.

I’ve seen men die on hallucinogenic high.

Mostly black men locked up trying to slice American pies, Liberty denied.

Plus the government won’t reply to this man on drugs that they truly sponsor for genocide.

People petrified so they believe true lies.

Millions surround the Pope like it’s the second coming of Christ.

A demonstration of loss hope for heavenly skies.

Hell is existing on earth so the bible’s a bribe.

Some join winning teams to insult some fallen fiend.

Nature introduced a bitch name Katrina to New Orleans.

We looking at the screen too shocked and don’t believe but the truth gon’ hurt us

If these murders happen in Queens we lower self-esteem influencing younger teens.

When we say SEX sells more they coming up out them jeans.

These happens and misconstrue I rock with it and lean with it

Though I can’t forget the Sean Bell shooting and cops free!

Obama just a token we hoping to plant a seed.

But we all want something giving nothing I call it greed.

The internet is bugged they watching as we demean.

Every household kids neglect a mother who cooks and clean.

A parents anger management watching some clean screen

Watch your back or you’ll get smacked with a bottle of Cask & Cream.

Zimmerman was pardoned for something he intervened leaving Trayvon Martin for a caucus and murder scene.

Rest in peace to Biggie it wasn’t just all a dream.

2 Pac was ready to die before Bishop was on the screen.

People spread like cancer like they’re world-class dancers.

When them guns pop from people demanding, questions and answers.

Politicians Poisonous Pricks!

They got a long list of promises for you Uncle Thomas’s cracking whips.

I’m drinking from the fountain of truth.

Teach the youth about freedom & justice.

Just to stop us from shining boots.

These people I rebuke acting all chicken noodle soup.

Tough guys I can’t recruit wearing a Lil Mama suit.

Though Lil Mama cute if Lil Mama shoot.

She’ll be Remy Ma in the coop found guilty with half the proof until this MEET THE PRESS!

 

StoriesRUs:  Author -KING PEN aka Steven

LET’S GET IT

Patience is a virtue but discipline is the key to success

Don’t settle for nothing unless your simply the best

Then you must still strive for more

It doesn’t matter rich or poor

Treat fears like open doors walk through them

All dreams pursue them

Stay true to yourself {you could} achieve them

Don’t put a price tag on your soul

Don’t sell yourself short to reach your goal

The sky is no longer the limits that’s a fact

I been to hell and back

Trials and tribulations I watch knowledge and wisdom stack

Which equals understanding you could have a bright future with proper planning

Don’t be shy be a little more demanding

Or understanding ask questions get educated your mind is the tool to get you elevated

Keep your business and pleasure separated

If you don’t make it it’s because you wasn’t dedicated

 

 

 

 

 

StoriesRUs:  Author-Mister

Missing The Point

Am I focused?!?!

What kind of question is that?

Pose a question to a Question?

So who’s to answer what facts?

I’ll tell you what……..

Why don’t you mind your own business?

It makes sense and cents

to find some business to mind.

Or , is it to find business

you must first find your mind?

Besides,who are you to ask me if I’m focused?

You probably were thinking it requires a focus to ask as much

Is that what you think?

If that’s what you think , I’m afraid I think not

Even though I think a lot.

Most things you think of today,yesterday I purposely forgot!

I’m focusing way beyond what you’ve planned even at its peak.

So what you focus for

Compared to my plan is always beneath there was one who thought

he was above me and he was above me

until we had what we thought so I don’t think that I’m above you

My thoughts are your ideas

just fall a bit short

Thank you for thinking as little as you do which warrants support.

Leaving all reason to believe that you were Missing The Point!!!!!

 

StoriesRUs:  Author- King Pen

WITHIN THE MIND OF HER!

Storiesrus:  Author-Brooklyns Best Kept Secret aka Allen P

 

 

 

 

The soul has left the unborn child lifeless, the feeling is no longer a feeling anymore.  She thought by giving of her flesh that it would slow him down.  He lied and now she’s perplexed about the certainty of the word of a man.

He’s no longer robust in her eye’s actually he’s weaker than the tears that fall from her clouded face.  She can’t comprehend the vision of another, the clot of blood in her mind turns the wheels in her head.  Why would he pay for the cow when I’ve already given him the milk for free.

Why would he work for a pay check that’s blank who am I fooling.  SHHH the first lady is about to give a speech that the world needs to hear pertaining to the commander & chief her husband.  A true man of pride a male soul who gives to the world.  A man who women can honor he’s not you guys, he mentally wiped the tears from my eyes.

The first to laugh for others who aren’t here to smile for themselves.  A woman is the gift that life offers to the foot prints of the world.  A gift that shouldn’t be wrapped but left open to see & enjoy while being blessed with the beauty of itself.

There are roads that many travel upon but the paint puts up pictures that won’t give any type of description to the way of these times.  They are hard they are cold they are the people of power and they care for no one but the one’s who are rich like themselves.  They are those whose behind the scenes of nonsense…..

Who can truly hear her screams.  As the richness of the night cry, the physical thing doesn’t give a description of what lies ahead.  The hour is only a second that reaches into the soul of time.  Each tear ask only one question? As a pause beats up the drop of silence.

The chain travels into the mind of Michelle’s objective state of the world, Bush drove our sources of income into a stifling horror story that has given the world an opportunity to laugh at the so-called land of the free……………

 

Storiesrus:  Author-Brooklyns Best Kept Secret aka Allen P

 

“FAR AWAY”

FAR AWAY, my thoughts and dreams I couldn’t find  FAR AWAY which they may seem but now I found

FAR AWAY I may be for right now!  Something cast me AWAY FAR AWAY from the one’s I love

FAR AWAY in time & space can’t waste, this time and place

FAR AWAY I began to unfold the dreams that I hold

FAR AWAY I know to wait for better & brighter days

FAR AWAY I may be for right now!  FAR AWAY can’t keep me from myself that I’ve found

FAR AWAY from the one’s I love  FAR AWAY they seem to be

FAR AWAY  as I think and I dream FAR AWAY my soul awaits for better days to come

FAR AWAY we shall meet again

FAR AWAY in a better place & better time oh so FAR AWAY………….

 

 

 

Storiesrus-Author SHOWTIME aka Walter Jr.

 

I’m a block of stone “He lied to my soul”

Poems by Brooklyn’s Best Kept Secret

The thought of lies have wrapped their fingers in the mist of her soul.  She’s no longer able to see the grips of the devils craft, the blood in which was drop in her yoke, the water that has swelled in the corner of her eyes.  Only see the voice of a liar, a deceiver who lied, but is her hypothesis current, or is it a atoms weight of frustration which has turned her concocted vision into a flame of fire that doesn’t burn out of desire.

But the depth of the wrath will snatch apart her sanity on a regular basis until she is rescued from her own soul..  Whose to really blame?  Its her (untrust worthiness) that has created a poor view of every man.  After her daughter’s father he lied, he didn’t care and now I’m to blame for the foolishness of an idiot who still has true access to a soul that craves for the truth within the liar.  Why should I continue to try when I’ll only fall…

Crawl away from her eyes which are wide shut and allow the naked truth to clap the foundation as it reached the bullets of a dead soul.  Which creeps and is never heard while it walks a mile to meet the grave of the true rebirth…

Please don’t go down that street.  Its dark narrow and lonely, it’s filled with issues that assumes the worst of everything.  He’s not really her and she can’t see that he’s really her and she’s him and they both meet apart while holding the hands of pain which wanted to be peeled back at that moment. Her flesh is torn apart, her hands are broken, he can’t move because the tone is set as her peeps truly assume that her words are the truth and it has punched is way in her mental ground.  He isn’t able to speak his words are speechless, they are fighting amongst themselves.  But why? the devil has caused each aspect of this war to transpire in the manner in which it’s happening.

Everyone knows nothing as it is being heard while they all are listening to a one-sided point that has no view at all.  She’s the one who has been lying to her own self…  I told her not to walk down that damn block,  but she wouldn’t listen, that’s why she feels any man is a liar, because that particular block closed off all senses and leaves itself alone.  I’ll give up but the problem is and will remain the soil in which planted your flower realize that it would take time to turn you into a rose that turns from yellow to a reddish blue.  I am in pain and your issues are a liar and it has been all in the steps in which you’ve taken all along and your soul lied to itself you misfit…

Smile while you’re at yourself.  Its you not me, it’s the purpose of wanting and not being left alone sweetie, but stop and know that you lied to my soul and I’m a block of stone, you’ve blocked me with your darkest mental stone.  The dusk got in the way and the water of her eyes calmed it down but the breeze kept the dirt from helping itself see the wisdom in allowing the false tales of your mind control the activities of your will.

I’m a block of stone “he lied to my soul”…………………..