The Wrong Girl
I met the 6oth of you
@ the same tyme,
And C-lieve me-
I was feeling the 6oth of you;
Yet, I chose her.
To C completely honest,
I had my reasons-
For making her my girl;
I was confused after my decision,
C-cuz I wanted you
From the start - the day that we met.
Everytyme that I saw you,
I thought a6out leaving her-
C-cuz it was really you that I wanted;
Everyone that I knew
Could tell that I was sprung,
And not off of my girl-
8ut off of you.
Then... you left,
And things just got worse from there;
I've 6een w/out you for so long.
I was w/ her,
When I needed you-
She wanted me,
8ut you did too...
I lyked her smile,
8ut I loved your style.
I just hope that you still care for me,
The way that I still care for you,
C-cuz if you ask me-
I've always wanted you.

-Truphe

Sheez are covering the terrain,
I've got a raincoat in hand...
I here iz gonna storm.
My 6odies 6een drought
For quite some time,
So I'm a6out ready for a storm.
I sure hope iz as wet as I've 6een told,
C-cuz I'm ready to dive in headfirst,
Right into the monsoon...
Splashing in puddles as I go.
Deeper and deeper into the night
The pools C-gin to rise-
And I'm swimming every which way.
Only stopping to take a drink,
When my 6ody gez thirsty.
Iz gonna' C quite a cleanup,
What w/ all of this wetness-
8ut iz worth my time.
Late into the night,
Iz drizzling so hard that I can hear it.
I can feel the pouring moisture
All over my love-My raincoat is soaked.
@ the 6reak of dawn,
The last drop falls...
Damn, I love the rain.

-Truphe

No Chance
There's no such thing
As a "too much" woman;
No female that I can't handle.
Even thought there are many,
That I just refuse to deall w/,
Simply C-cuz they aren't good enough.
If she's a good one
I can get it -regardless;
And in all my lyfe,
There soley remains
 A single female,
Who I couldn't 6reak down...
Not out of intimidation,
8ut out of love and respect.
She is the most C-utiful girl
Whom I have ever lain eyes on;
Yet I know that I can't treat her right.
To lay her down would C wrong,
C-cuz I could never C
A one woman's man,
No matter who iz w/.
She's always 6een the girl,
Who runs through my mind
All of the tyme-
And if I weren't a player-
I'd make her myne...
8ut I am, so I can't,
And iz too damn 6add;
C-cuz she is the perfect girl,
And the love of my lyfe @ that.

-Truphe

Pangea
We are all of one body-
At birth, we are all innocent,
We are all colorblind,
We are all aetheist and ignorant.
Yet, as we grow - we grow apart,
And seperate into different groups.
We begin to discriminate and prejudge
As we start to see the differences that set us apart.
We started as one, then we drifted -
Much like the continents did...
Civilization is the world;
The continents are races,
For which the oceans serve as seperation...
The volcanoes are the uprisings in which we fight for liberty;
The mountains are individuals -
Protruding from the earth, above the rest of the land;
Tectonic plates are the fads, forever shifting;
The glaciers and icebergs symbolize the cold-hearted, the fiends,
Secluded from the rest of us in the waters of seperation.
The countries are the ethnic groups,
Which fight daily battles;
The states are the standards, the stereotypes;
Each city is a person, inside a county - a click;
And the neighborhoods from whence we've come
Are our beating hearts...
Our hearts that continue to drift apart over time.

-Truphe

I Want to Write a Poem
Every day, I listen to poetry
And fall in love w/ it more and more.
I hear so many different poems,
That I'm inspired to write-
And C-lieve me, I do,
8ut iz never good enough.
To C honest, my poetic mind dissapoints me
Time and time again...
C-cuz I know that I can do 6etter,
I can generate tears, laughter, and anger
From an audience
And deliver enjoyment,
8ut I'm not satisfied.
I want to write something
That no one's ever tried to write.
I wanna' write an all-out poem...
A poem that covers all of the 6ases,
And leaves no issue out of focus.
I want a poem that is so good
That evn the most ruthless critics
Will praise me for it.
I want my poem to open a new field of study
And make people change their life philosophy.
This poem would encompass religion and politics,
And a6out how the war in Iraq is pointless-
It would have similies so grand
That it would make metaphors jealous,
And adjectives so chill
That adver6s would start holding pronoun rallies while shouting out onomatapeoic interjections of irony
Directed towards the freshest of my alliterations and assonances;
While my literature teacher stares in awe
And gawks in amazement
While thinking, "Damn, he's good."
My poem would cover history and explain
Why the Motherland is called the Motherland,
8y first descri6ing the ancient Mesopotamians-
Then move to the Egyptians
That conquered the Israelites
Who were later freed and led in an exodus
As descri6ed in the 8ook of Exodus
8y the prophet Moses in the name of God.
Then it'd cover everything in C-tween that...
And the trans-Atlantic slave trade,
When my people were stacced on slave ships
Like they were Pringles-
8ut guess what, "Once you pop, the fun does stop,"
When people get whipped
For standing up for their C-liefs.
My poem would 6less all of those
Who have lost their lives to terrorism,
Not just 9/11, all terrorism.
It would stress the importance of teachers...
And let us know that they do make a lot;
May-C not money, 6ut they make us educated,
Just ask Taylor Mali.
I want a poem so inspirational
That people will copy it down
And put it in their 6logs and MySpace 6ulletins,
So that it can float around cy6erspace
And make others feel like I do.
I want to write a poem so powerful
That it will charge a movement,
Like the civil rights...
And after I die,
Kids will memorize it and recite it for auditions
In their drama classes.
I want to write a poem a6out poverty,
And how iz tearing the world apart
C-cuz taxes are too high
And jo6s are too hard to find.
I want to present a poem that'll make
A 6rother want to get a jo6
And a sister want to get w/ the program,
C-cuz welfare isn't the only way.
I want to write a poem
A6out life on the tracc-
Living on the 6locc, where everyday's a struggle;
Yet you can make rent in a day w/ a single sacc,
If you've got enough cred
And the right street smarts.
I'd right a poem w/ world peace in mind,
Even thought thaz too arduous a task-
So I'd really aim it more towards neigh6orhood peace,
And try to end gang violonce.
I would write a6out 8rother Malcolm and Reverend King,
Who were the Tupac and 8iggie of Civil Rights,
An were all shot in cold 6lood at the height of their power.
And I can't forget Left-Eye, who died in a car crash,
And Aaliyah, who was murdered...
C-lieve it or not.
I'd also have to commemerate Mac Dre.
You see, I wanted to write a poem like that,
8ut this is all that I could come up w/.

-Truphe

8roken
Love is something
That is meant to C-
Which means that, eventually,
Everyone will experience it.
The pro6lem is, most people
Look for love
Where it isn't meant to C found...
They look for love in niggas,
They look for love in playas-
Harlots, hoes, pimps, and whatnot.
C-cuz it is something
That is destined to C-
It will happen one day;
So we don't have to look for it.
I know that patience is a virtue
That many of us don't have,
8ut we have got to sit 6ack and wait.
It will come to us,
When it feels that it is time.
Don't give up on love,
Never a6andon hope-
C-cuz some6ody hurt you.
It doesn't matter if you've 6een 6roken
A thousand times,
C-cuz with time,
Even a thousand wounds can C healed...
We all just need someone
Who will mend each and every 6it of us,
That's 6een torn.

-Truphe

My 8est Regards
You are my 6est friend,
You always have 6een,
Yet I've always wanted more.
I've always wanted you to be happy-
Regardless of my feelings.
As long as you're happy, I'm content...
For the most part.
If you honestly love him
The way that you say that you do,
Then I can only pray that he feels the same-
And 6e happy for you.
I sure hope that he takes care of you...
For if you are to suffer,
He should 6e the one
Who's shoulder you can cry on;
Not mine - it isn't my jo6.
You know that I care,
And you know that I love you-
This is for certain.
No matter how far I am from you,
I will never "truly" leave you...
8ecause as your 6est friend,
I am with you always.
Good luck and God's speed...
Make sure that he receives my 6est.

-Truphe

My Summer Without You
Every day, I woke up...
Not knowing where you were,
Who you were with,
How you were doing.
Not knowing if you were safe or not,
Hoping that everything was okay-
Praying that you were doing well.
Each time that I would 6link my eyes,
I was almost 6rought to tears...
8ecause every 6link 6rought on a memory,
A memory which you and I have shared.
With each rising sun,
I 6egan to miss you more and more...
It'd almost 6ecome un6eara6le.
8ut today, today I heard your voice-
I learned of your concern.
I realized that you haven't forgotten,
A6out me, a6out our friendship.
Today is the last day of the loneliest
Period of my life.
This day marks the end
Of my Summer without you.

-Truphe

Time
It's too late, she's already gone,
I didn't even have time to pick up the phone.
I wasn't even a6le to call -
And tell her what I feel, tell it all.
How do you turn your 6ack,
And every specila moment fades to 6lack?
We don't realize what we have until we don't,
You can ask for forgiveness, 6ut what if they won't?
May6e it's meant to 6e this way,
If I had a little more time, I could persuade her to stay.
8ut the only time that I have, is time to move on,
8ecause she's gotten over me, guess it didn't take long.
They say that with time, memories fade away,
8ut I dou6t that mine will, I'll make sure that they stay.
I swear to myself, that I won't forget with time,
How happy I once was, with the girl which was mine.

-Truphe

Lost
Ha, I guess that I talk too much.
I dwell in the lives of others for so long,
That I don't stop to worry a6out myself.
Who do you turn to,
When you're the one that others turn to?
Where do you go,
When every6ody comes to you?
I honestly don't know what to do,
And I can't find out what I need to know,
8ecause I don't even know
Which questions to ask,
Or who has the answers.
Confusion isn't a good feeling-
And now I know what it feels like,
Confusion that is.
It's what you feel when you are
Stuck between what you think is 6est...
And the complete opposite.
When something is so a6stract,
That it makes you feel good and 6ad
At the same time -
Now that's confusing.
I know what it is 6ecause I feel it
At this very moment.
Perhaps I will be found soon,
I can only pray for the 6est.

-Truphe

The New Girl
She came into my class,
And I swear - I didn't notice,
As dum6 as it sounds, it's true...
8ut one day, she spoke up
And I looked across the room,
And 6elieve me, I was amazed-
To see such a 6eautiful girl,
Who had gone unnoticed until this day.
Oh, how I wanted to talk to her,
There were so many questions,
So many facts-
Damn, it was overwhelming.
I don't even know if she was availa6le
Or not, I had too much on my mind to ask.
So, a few months went 6y
And we were no more than accquaintances,
Until the day that we spoke again.
I realized how much she'd 6een through in life-
How much pain she'd endured.
I didn't want that, for such a wonderful girl...
So I got involved,
And in a day's time,
We've shared nine months worth of friendship-
And she's made me happy once more.
Perhaps we can take this to another level,
Maybe we can step it up-
I guess that only time will tell
What will 6ecome of me,
And The New Girl,
Who 6elieves that 6ooks are 6etter than 6oys.

-Truphe

Request of Return
I always say that I want to love
And 6e loved back...
8ut what if I serve,
And receive nothing in return?
People say that if at first you don't succeed,
Dust yourself off and try again,
8ut I've tried one too many times...
May6e, it's time to move on-
Time to find something, or someone,
That is truly pleasing to me.
Some6ody that gives a damn,
Not just as a charade,
8ut seriously, within the depths of their heart.
Some girl, no - young woman-
Who will treat me the way that I treat her.
A woman who's personality,
Match that of the angel I see,
On the outside.

-Truphe