Submissions by NeighborhoodPoet
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
It's your boy, the NeighborHood Poet bringing you the real.
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Published
20th Nov 2013 5:12pm
20th Nov 2013 5:12pm
God Willing
I won’t let the Devil stop me, God willing
It’s hard to be a child of God
So much sin in the wilderness
I feel like a Lion eating Wildebeest
I’m a carnivore
You can’t stop my will to eat
I’ve turned over a new leaf and added flavor
This is about me
I’ve stopped trying to be in your favor
This is the word of God
Things I’ve said or saying is not made up
The things I’ve done keeps me in constant prayer
I’m trying to put my 17 year old up on game because I’m a retired player
I’ve had a successful run
Time to kick up my feet and reflect...
It’s hard to be a child of God
So much sin in the wilderness
I feel like a Lion eating Wildebeest
I’m a carnivore
You can’t stop my will to eat
I’ve turned over a new leaf and added flavor
This is about me
I’ve stopped trying to be in your favor
This is the word of God
Things I’ve said or saying is not made up
The things I’ve done keeps me in constant prayer
I’m trying to put my 17 year old up on game because I’m a retired player
I’ve had a successful run
Time to kick up my feet and reflect...
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Published
18th Oct 2013 11:36pm
18th Oct 2013 11:36pm
Black Book
I don’t have a coke-a-cola bottle; I have a 2 liter at home
A pint of Svedka
I’m about to turn up with my diva
She’s my Keebler
My Tremeta and Nakeema
Combo pack
We share stories of how we’ve inhaled the fumes of weed and crack
Drink up so I can eat my snack
Tongue deep between your crack
I’m going to show you how you assault an asshole
In the bedroom, not where the grass grows
I’m going to show you how you eat a pussy with an afro
How you go from the bed to fucking in the bathroom
We’re taking a shower together
I’m not a boxer but my...
A pint of Svedka
I’m about to turn up with my diva
She’s my Keebler
My Tremeta and Nakeema
Combo pack
We share stories of how we’ve inhaled the fumes of weed and crack
Drink up so I can eat my snack
Tongue deep between your crack
I’m going to show you how you assault an asshole
In the bedroom, not where the grass grows
I’m going to show you how you eat a pussy with an afro
How you go from the bed to fucking in the bathroom
We’re taking a shower together
I’m not a boxer but my...
507 reads
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Published
16th Oct 2013 11:52pm
16th Oct 2013 11:52pm
"Untitled"
I want to say thank you, the feeling you gave me have been the greatest
Send me a picture of you so I can save it
iCloud, it’s on all of my devices
Why celebrate Halloween when year round people are walking around in disguises
I’m struggling with living amongst liars
Bitches easily give up
I want to be in love with a fighter
Love will never lose
When she goes red, I go blue
While she makes me wait a week, I get acquainted with the sink in the bathroom
Wasted loads
I go back and forth filling up until I’m ready to explode
My reality is too real...
Send me a picture of you so I can save it
iCloud, it’s on all of my devices
Why celebrate Halloween when year round people are walking around in disguises
I’m struggling with living amongst liars
Bitches easily give up
I want to be in love with a fighter
Love will never lose
When she goes red, I go blue
While she makes me wait a week, I get acquainted with the sink in the bathroom
Wasted loads
I go back and forth filling up until I’m ready to explode
My reality is too real...
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Published
15th Jun 2013 4:12pm
15th Jun 2013 4:12pm
The Pen
The pen don’t have a destination
I write with a sense of desperation
My story is open to interpretation
I’ve left New York but still come back to vacation
Still saying fuck family without hesitation
I have a better bond with those with no relations
If you knew why, then you can see how
I’ve been in weed clouds, crack clouds
35 years old and never been spotted in the wrong crowd
18 was when I’ve had my first child
33 was my last
I can’t enjoy my present because I’m still removing thorns from my past
I’ve told you the full story but you’ve only...
I write with a sense of desperation
My story is open to interpretation
I’ve left New York but still come back to vacation
Still saying fuck family without hesitation
I have a better bond with those with no relations
If you knew why, then you can see how
I’ve been in weed clouds, crack clouds
35 years old and never been spotted in the wrong crowd
18 was when I’ve had my first child
33 was my last
I can’t enjoy my present because I’m still removing thorns from my past
I’ve told you the full story but you’ve only...
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Published
14th May 2013 6:53pm
14th May 2013 6:53pm
Thief
Excuse me miss, can I get your name before I rob you
Of your time, money, emotions and spiritual beliefs
I’m not your common thief
I’m the last person you would expect
I distract you with nice things and sex
I also disconnect you from family and friends
This is because I gave you an ultimatum of it’s either me or them
A thief like me preys on the things that make you weak
Falsely build you up as I tell you I’m all that you need
Destroy your self-esteem and the love for me will prevent you to leave
I can go and cheat
Blame it on you and in order to...
Of your time, money, emotions and spiritual beliefs
I’m not your common thief
I’m the last person you would expect
I distract you with nice things and sex
I also disconnect you from family and friends
This is because I gave you an ultimatum of it’s either me or them
A thief like me preys on the things that make you weak
Falsely build you up as I tell you I’m all that you need
Destroy your self-esteem and the love for me will prevent you to leave
I can go and cheat
Blame it on you and in order to...
598 reads
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Published
1st Apr 2013 7:19pm
1st Apr 2013 7:19pm
“Journal #4”
The cookie
Small, medium and large
I like my cookie moist and chewy
Don't ask, I don't share my cookie
My cookie comes in a variety of packages
Boy shorts, thongs and regular
This cookie is addictive
It has me sharing with the fellas how good my cookie is
It turns competitive
My cookie versus your cookie
My cookie has little mileage on it
Your cookie is a lemon.
Small, medium and large
I like my cookie moist and chewy
Don't ask, I don't share my cookie
My cookie comes in a variety of packages
Boy shorts, thongs and regular
This cookie is addictive
It has me sharing with the fellas how good my cookie is
It turns competitive
My cookie versus your cookie
My cookie has little mileage on it
Your cookie is a lemon.
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Published
1st Apr 2013 00:38am
1st Apr 2013 00:38am
Pen Speaking
I'm tired of talking; I will let my pen do the speaking
She is at odds and everything with me is even
Despite the bullshit
I'm blessed and I'm breathing
I'm smart enough now not to be dragged into drama I don't want to be in
Our parents’ generation is unbelieving
I was brought up to respect our senior citizen
Don't sometimes they make you want to curse their ass all the way the fuck out?
Only if I had a dirty mouth
I've got a good ass tongue
It been on bottom lips that didn't matter if I was hung
The past is the past
Nothing I've did can be...
She is at odds and everything with me is even
Despite the bullshit
I'm blessed and I'm breathing
I'm smart enough now not to be dragged into drama I don't want to be in
Our parents’ generation is unbelieving
I was brought up to respect our senior citizen
Don't sometimes they make you want to curse their ass all the way the fuck out?
Only if I had a dirty mouth
I've got a good ass tongue
It been on bottom lips that didn't matter if I was hung
The past is the past
Nothing I've did can be...
560 reads
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Published
19th Mar 2013 11:58pm
19th Mar 2013 11:58pm
No Apologies
I make no apologies
Just so you know
The things I say don’t have a take back policy
Get tougher skin
I don’t say things to offend
If you get offended
This means you need to listen instead of going on the defensive
I don’t go into friendly debates with the intentions to hit a nerve
Some believe because I’m a poet, its hidden meanings behind my words
Don’t be mad because I know how to speak
Know how to keep a conversation going without having to reach
Multifaceted without being ratchet
I’m attractive and have a well you know
I’ve already...
Just so you know
The things I say don’t have a take back policy
Get tougher skin
I don’t say things to offend
If you get offended
This means you need to listen instead of going on the defensive
I don’t go into friendly debates with the intentions to hit a nerve
Some believe because I’m a poet, its hidden meanings behind my words
Don’t be mad because I know how to speak
Know how to keep a conversation going without having to reach
Multifaceted without being ratchet
I’m attractive and have a well you know
I’ve already...
626 reads
2 Comments
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Published
19th Mar 2013 6:38pm
19th Mar 2013 6:38pm
“Caught Cheating”
Love don’t have nothing to do with this
How do you cheat and don’t wash up?
Pussy smelling like tuna fish
I hope it was great
I’m throwing up the deuces
Mind going back to its New York state
You’ve fell for Ole Boy G
Good thing I wasn’t here with cheaters
The world would’ve seen a H.O.E
“You don’t show me any attention”
Bitch, I was giving you rope
Wanted to see a self-lynching
You’ve started to smell and dress different
Your actions did a lot of talking
I was taking...
How do you cheat and don’t wash up?
Pussy smelling like tuna fish
I hope it was great
I’m throwing up the deuces
Mind going back to its New York state
You’ve fell for Ole Boy G
Good thing I wasn’t here with cheaters
The world would’ve seen a H.O.E
“You don’t show me any attention”
Bitch, I was giving you rope
Wanted to see a self-lynching
You’ve started to smell and dress different
Your actions did a lot of talking
I was taking...
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Published
16th Mar 2013 1:02pm
16th Mar 2013 1:02pm
“October”
Love is in the air
Forget summer
Let’s have a Fall affair
You want to play games
I’ve got the ball right here
I want to play you for your heart
If I win, I get to push the reset button
If I don’t, then I guess we can continue to grow further apart
Fall nights in the park looking across the Hudson
We’re talking about a future together where I end up becoming your husband
We each have pet names
I’m Big Daddy and you’re my Muffin
When I first saw you I’ve seen something
While the...
Forget summer
Let’s have a Fall affair
You want to play games
I’ve got the ball right here
I want to play you for your heart
If I win, I get to push the reset button
If I don’t, then I guess we can continue to grow further apart
Fall nights in the park looking across the Hudson
We’re talking about a future together where I end up becoming your husband
We each have pet names
I’m Big Daddy and you’re my Muffin
When I first saw you I’ve seen something
While the...
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Published
15th Mar 2013 8:53pm
15th Mar 2013 8:53pm
Hood Life
Don’t hate the player, hate the game
Don’t hate the community activist, hate the gangs
They love the hood just as it is, never want to talk about change
People die, more people leave out in chains
Let me refrain
You can’t get through to those who are insane
They want the bad seeds to leave
They have the meaning of snitching wrong and they never give up information to a C.O.P
When violence hit their door and they’ve fallen on bad luck
The same people who don’t want to snitch are the same people hoping someone will speak up
You have to give to receive...
Don’t hate the community activist, hate the gangs
They love the hood just as it is, never want to talk about change
People die, more people leave out in chains
Let me refrain
You can’t get through to those who are insane
They want the bad seeds to leave
They have the meaning of snitching wrong and they never give up information to a C.O.P
When violence hit their door and they’ve fallen on bad luck
The same people who don’t want to snitch are the same people hoping someone will speak up
You have to give to receive...
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Published
14th Mar 2013 5:22pm
14th Mar 2013 5:22pm
“Flowing”
We’re not in the same globe
Pussy is my nicotine and I chain smoke
A pack a day habit
The only time I go raw is when I don’t have a gold package
I can’t hear mutherfuckers when they’re talking underneath their breath
Speak up; let the air out of your chest
I’m doing great but you know what’s best
You’re still there and I’ve left
I’ve just gave you a hint
If I wasn’t in love with Chargers, I’ll be sitting low in a Benz
Black on black with limousine tints
You don’t know whose riding shotgun
...
Pussy is my nicotine and I chain smoke
A pack a day habit
The only time I go raw is when I don’t have a gold package
I can’t hear mutherfuckers when they’re talking underneath their breath
Speak up; let the air out of your chest
I’m doing great but you know what’s best
You’re still there and I’ve left
I’ve just gave you a hint
If I wasn’t in love with Chargers, I’ll be sitting low in a Benz
Black on black with limousine tints
You don’t know whose riding shotgun
...
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