Why Don't We Look Back

Why don't we look back?
Is it because we miss old times with people who have changed?
Or because we hate the people we have became.
Why don't we stop, breathe, and look around?
Maybe because we have become people who think too high of themselves
and are afraid to look down.
Do we not look back because of the pain its caused?
Or do we look back at moments that were picture perfect;
moments that should have been paused.
Why we don't look back, maybe just not taking enough time
or maybe not writing it down because it didn't rhyme.
Why do we only look back when its way to late to change anything.
Trying to relive the past when you know it only brings regret and tears.
Now realizing that those you once loved like family and losing them
was one of your biggest fears.
Looking back now, its your senior year,
you're not realizing how many people you lost
in highschool you're thinking about your career.
The world at your feet, now wishing you still had those people who knew
and understood your trials, tribulations and triumphs, are now long gone.
Here you are wishing that you had held on to them a little longer and tighter.
Back then thinking that which will not kill you will make you stronger
and going through this would make you a fighter.
Now tears rolling down your face and
you're trying to figure out how to stop crying.
All this pain built up inside and realizing life is a bumpy ride.
Why don't we look back sometimes?
So some people will have inspirations to write sad
and regretful smoothed out melodic poems and songs.
Knowing that sometimes growing up means
losing people who made life worth living.
And that writing this feels like you're giving something
like a harsh winter with a brillant spring.
Just a little insight on how highschool really is.
Realizing that experience is the hardest teacher,
you study as hard as you can
but can never seem to pass the quiz.
Why don't we look back?
Maybe because you have been the person who has hurt
alot of people in the past and now realizing that if you look back
you're afraid of the stones your conscience may cast.

Dedicated To You

your silence brings my unstoppable thoughts to a screeching halt your absence shakes my confidence
and just ruins every amount of energy i used to keep being mad @ you
my longness for you never stops
and sometimes causes dry spells of rhymatic rhymes
and for the first time
makes me want to lay down my instrument for good
and yes i know there's no way to change
what happened between us i cant change how i felt
i just felt like i was misunderstood
trust me i never meant to go to bed mad at you
and i hope you feel the same
but the sand man brought out his biggest grains and just sprinkled them over my eyes
truth be told i was just tired of those people who stood behind lies
and gallantly smiled in my face
and danced around me with masks unsure of how i would react
honestly you could have told me anything
and you know that
yes I've heard you've moved on
and trust me i truly do regret letting you go
i guess we're a lot different from kyle and maxine
this is real life not a TV show
at times i felt we wouldn't make it, yes i had my doubts
then other times I was totally sure
much to dismay that doesn't really matter anymore
wishing i had father time on my side
and hoping these seasons wouldn't pass so quickly in front of our eyes
yes i know there's no way i can rewind time
and speak loudly and just tell you how i felt
you should have known
if you know me so well
its been told I use my words as pick up lines
which isn't true at this particular time
i know life does revolve around me
and the sun doesn't rise and set on my ass
yes i know the love & basketball line
and yes i know its time things have changed
because as a circle does its neither ends or begins
we've both managed to step out of the circle
and you've found your own way to move on
as it maybe true your absence kills me and frequently dries up my prolific words
and just makes me realize that
maybe our love/ hate relationship was my inspiration after all
and just maybe i shouldn't have left my wandering thoughts to linger
with no explanation
and maybe we could have had it all
this situation truly makes me want to put to rest my instrument,
sheet music, and all its notes
because without you the music doesn't sound as sweet
and the words "I'm sorry" just seem to be
choked up in our throats
So after all we've been through
I think you finally deserve a piece of my spoken word
you can put your name to
So this one is
dedicated to you

INTRO

hey was up!
l0l had a great idea...well inspired by a great idea
my friend dupree(C.E.O of R.T.C) decided to make her own blog
& i thought it was a great idea so i used it.
oh yea check out our site.
http://www.daroundtable.blogspot.com
well lemme tell u a little bit about my self.
i'm a junior in high school. WOOT WOOT! C/O 2010 Baby!!
I write..actually i'm pretty good. I'm getting published.
I'm 17. Yup licensed driver.
Basically I just like to write.
I'm trying to expand my horizon & my versatility.
just a simplistic writer with complications.
fin

Poetic Assassin

if i were the alphabet i would use my consonants to manipulate your thoughts
intrigue your mind
i would use my vowels to triple your thoughts
subtract your intellect
and still interrupt your sweetest dreams at the same time
my mind over your matter
the poetic assassin's true thoughts
moving with quickness
something that surely can't be taught
in all regards what i am saying is that my time here cant be put on lay-away or brought
my words flow over tightly packed dams and interrupt true beauty
with only enough wind to carry the gentle leaves
somehow my violent and gentle waters
caress the shrubs and stir small tropical flowers
yet knock down mountainous trees
my alphabet is universal always understood
i subtract exactly 11 letters so i could be right next to u
and we could be together like the birds and the bees
my quickness is slower than a turtle
on its guaranteed winning race against the hare
meaning i move quick, i strike and draw 1st blood
with sensibility and care
the poetic assassin yes that would be me
i need no introduction, no fans, no drama, no paparazzi
my words stain minor conscious and are the original monsters
of fake poets and their unrhymatic rhymes
i become the word developer, the crucial dictionary and triple time thesaurus
i can't go wrong
prolific yes thats what you could call it
i can turn nada into something
i use my short metaphors to symbolize my long similes
minus like, and or as
predict what i say next is commonly thought of
my time rein of champion never lets the alter ego slack
so lastly this is what the poetic assassin believes
my alphabet no longer begins with A, B, C, D
that began to bore us
now we begin with the letter R
now add 2 to get to the 2nd letter T
lastly ma alphabet ends with the final letter C
basically meaning that the alphabet is nothing with out we
poetic assassin is an option of what i'd like to be