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Cupids Smiles and Crys by Tupac Shakur

[ 0 ] May 30, 2008

I recently checked out Tupac Shakur’s book of poetry, The Rose That Grew from Concrete. All in all the poems were good, but I had a few favorites.

The Tears in Cupid’s Eyes

The day you chose to leave me
It rained constantlly outside
In truth I swore the rain to be
The tears in Cupid’s eyes.

Cupid’s Smile II

I ran outside to feel the rain
and I stayed outside awhile
When the rain was done, along came the sun
and that was Cupid’s smile!

The two poems are short, but catchy and have to go together.

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You – My Life

[ 0 ] May 16, 2008

“You – My Life”

I never knew what loneliness was
Until I lost you
I didnt understand pain
A pain like this
Until you hurt me
I didnt know what love was
Until I loved you
I didnt have a life
Until you became mine

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Our Famous Love

[ 0 ] May 15, 2008

Our Famous Love

I listen to music
Get hooked by the chorus
I can only picture that being you and me
It’s like the song was written for me
And I should be singing it to you
As the lyrics flow
Its our story,
Almost word for word.

I see the television shows
Get hooked by the story line
It’s like the actors are us
Almost word for word
The plot unfolds
And it reveals… our story.

I watch movies
Get hooked by the love story
And see us
It’s ours
Almost scene for scene
And now I’m just waiting
For our happy ending.

by Matthew Henrickson 

This is a short poem, but I think it’s pretty creative and was looking for it to share with you. Please share your thoughts and comments.

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Finding Fish by Antwone Fisher Book Review Essay

[ 2 ] May 14, 2008

In Finding Fish by Antwone Fisher, the major decisions Antwone makes in his youth helps him become a successful person. Antwone grew up as a foster child and took care of himself. He didn’t understand these concepts of “foster”. “For a long time we never heard anything about the Pickett’s being foster parents and there was no question but that they were our mother and father.” (Fisher 53). He was constantly abused physical and mentally with no positive reinforcement. No matter how hard life gets, Antwone still works through it.

Leaving the Pickett house was the first decision he made that would help him greatly in the future. He basically had to brainwash himself. To succeed he has to forget everything Ms. Pickett, his foster mother, has told him. “Like that person who lies so much about something he eventually doesn’t know the truth of it anymore, I saw that if I could learn to convince others that my future wasn’t hopeless, in time I could convince myself.” (238). Antwone gets so used to being abused physically and mentally, he gets a very low self-esteem. After awhile the physical abuse wasn’t as bad as the mental abuse. Finally Antwone fights back against Ms. Pickett. When he is kicked out, he takes his opportunity to get out of there.

At sixteen years old, capable of making his own decisions, he attends the rest of high school at reform school. Even though he didn’t do anything wrong it offered child care services. He knows school is important so he jumps a grade to finish by the time he is eighteen. Being on his own he learns what he needs to do. “When you’re eighteen, you’ll be on your own. You need to have a plan.” (243). His only plan is to get his diploma. “By Christmastime, I had succeeded in earning the right to graduate with the seniors.” (255). After graduation, with his adolescence ending and no plan on what to do, Antwone is alone once again in the world.

Antwone returns to Cleveland and begins delivering drugs for a drug dealer he met. He knows he has to get out and far from there. “And at the bottom, in bold, inviting type, was the phrase that really got me: Join the Navy, See the World.” (281). The navy is everything that Antwone needs. It provides him a home, money, and a chance to get out of where he was, far away. It is his perfect escape. Not only was the navy all of those things but it helped his self-esteem. “But boot camp gave me a new self-image. I found out that I was average, academically and athletically.” (287). All of his life he was told he was worth nothing, and he was nothing. The navy showed him otherwise.

Antwone becomes successful on his own decisions. Basically alone all of his life he still manages to survive and succeed. He accomplishes everything that he needs and wants to accomplish. After the military he finds his family and makes one of his own. Nonetheless, he is happy.

Since then he has written great poetry like Who Will Cry For the Little Boy. His poetry book is very meaningful and I would recommend it to everyone.

Written by Matthew Henrickson

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Bleeding Love Lyrics Leona Lewis

[ 0 ] May 12, 2008

This is a great song, the lyrics are great. You cut me open and I… keep bleeding. But I don’t care, because I am in love with you.

Bleeding Love
Leona Lewis

Closed off from love
I didn’t need the pain
Once or twice was enough
And it was all in vain
Time starts to pass
Before you know it you’re frozen

But something happened
For the very first time with you
My heart melts into the ground
Found something true
And everyone’s looking round
Thinking I’m going crazy

But I don’t care what they say
I’m in love with you
They try to pull me away
But they don’t know the truth
My heart’s crippled by the vein
That I keep on closing
You cut me open and I

Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding
I keep, keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
You cut me open

Trying hard not to hear
But they talk so loud
Their piercing sounds fill my ears
Try to fill me with doubt
Yet I know that the goal
Is to keep me from falling

But nothing’s greater
Than the rush that comes with your embrace
And in this world of loneliness
I see your face
Yet everyone around me
Thinks that I’m going crazy, maybe, maybe

But I don’t care what they say
I’m in love with you
They try to pull me away
But they don’t know the truth
My heart’s crippled by the vein
That I keep on closing
You cut me open and I

Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding
I keep, keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
You cut me open

And it’s draining all of me
Oh they find it hard to believe
I’ll be wearing these scars
For everyone to see

I don’t care what they say
I’m in love with you
They try to pull me away
But they don’t know the truth
My heart’s crippled by the vein
That I keep on closing
You cut me open and I

Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding
I keep, keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
You cut me open and I

Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding
I keep, keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
You cut me open and I
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love

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Poisoned Love

[ 1 ] May 3, 2008

This was an interesting poem that I wrote. It was all in one flow, no edits. I hate editing…

“Poisoned Love” 

Your forbidden kiss
like poison to my lips.
Diseasing my heart
Infecting me as we part.
Your love so sweet
Without it I’m incomplete.
I risk death to be in your arms
and to feel your love.
Being with you hurts my heart
and stings my soul
but it would be even worse without you.
I need to feel your love.
I need your love to continue.
I need to be plagued by your kiss
and held in your arms.
Keeping me alive
Is that poison
That starting killing me
In the beginning.

by Matthew Henrickson

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Behind the Scenes

[ 0 ] May 2, 2008

“Behind the Scenes”

Behind the scenes
I reveal all
But today
I am hiding behind this mask
You see a smile on my face
My heart isn’t smiling
This person you see is fake
I won’t let you know the real one
If you come to close…
Ill back away

You don’t see my struggles
You don’t see my addictions
You don’t see the blood
You can’t see my pain
My tears are falling
But they are invisible to your eyes
My words I don’t say
I won’t let you hear them
My trust has been given away too much
I won’t let you have it
You don’t see my broken home
I won’t let you in it
You don’t see behind the scenes…
The real me.

by Matthew Henrickson

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I’ve Always Dreamed…

[ 1 ] April 24, 2008

This is by far, in my opinion, the best poem I’ve written in a long time. It reminds me of another one that I’ve written, but I just can’t remember it right now.

“I’ve Always Dreamed”
March 28th, 2008

It’s always been my dream
To be somebody
I don’t need to be famous
I just want someone to think I did something
“Oh yeah, he did this…”

It’s always been my dream
To write the best poem
To be recognized as a poet
And to touch people through my writing
“Oh yeah, he wrote this…”

It’s always been my dream
To be the best father
Regardless of when it was
Just be the best for my child
“Oh yeah, that was MY dad…”

It’s always been my dream
To do something bigger than myself
To touch people on another level
Do something that really mattered
“I’ll always remember him”

By Matthew Henrickson

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I Need More Time

[ 0 ] April 24, 2008

“I Need More Time”
March 28th, 2008

The clock is constantly ticking
Time is always “flying”
Flying right by me
Out my window
Moving too fast for me to catch up
Too fast for me to slow down
So much left to do
Seemingly less time to do it
Less time to love, write, care
Less time to work, to try and be there
More time is what we are all striving for

More time to be with you
More time to live
More time to love you
More time to always be there

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I Dreamt About You

[ 2 ] March 13, 2008

My Dad and Me

I dreamt about you last night. I don’t know why you were so mean. Maybe because we haven’t talked in a while. I haven’t seen you. Where have you been?

I remember crying in the dream. You were being really hard on me and I couldn’t take it.

It was one of those things where you weren’t really dead. That you faked your death. I always dream that. That you aren’t dead and just went away for a while. I don’t know why. Maybe because I never really saw you dead.

I always knew you and Emma would like eachother. I tell her that all the time. You guys had a great time in my dream, even if it wasn’t real.

I miss you. I talk about you a lot. Think about you a lot, especially when I am doing the things we always used to do. Emma must be tired of hearing about you.

I can’t wait until Matthew is big enough to learn and know about you. I can take him to do all the stuff we did. Create those memories that we have.

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