Tuesday, April 18, 2006

I woke up this mornin' and seen somethin' bright
Was that you?
Then I heard a voice
Sound like birds outside
Was that you?

But I bet you didn't know
You're my sugar honey iced tea, baby
You're just as sweet as can be
Your momma must be made of sugar
Your daddy makes honey
And that's what makes sense to me, oh!

Not sure if I was dreamin' of you and I
Was that true? Oh, I don't know
Smilin' and squeezin' in the bluest sky
Wasn't that true?

But I bet you didn't know
You're my sugar honey iced tea, baby
You're just as sweet as can be
Your momma must be made of sugar
Your daddy makes honey
And that's what makes sense to me, oh!

Open my arms
See my love's a window, it's open for you
Not to hurt you
Actually reverse effects like that in a Tide commercial
We'll be blowin' free in the wind
It's a sunny day, I sip your love and grin

Two steps to my love, baby
Two steps to my love

But I bet you didn't know
You're my sugar honey iced tea, baby
You're just as sweet as can be
Your momma must be made of sugar
Your daddy makes honey
And that's what makes sense to me, oh!

Open my arms
See my love's a window, it's open for you
Not to hurt you
Actually reverse effects like that in a Tide commercial
We'll be blowin' free in the wind
It's a sunny day, I sip your love and grin

-kelis, sugar honey iced tea

6:17 PM
------ Tuesday, April 04, 2006

ferreal though...i'm hella weird

12:25 AM
------ Monday, April 03, 2006

written while sitting at the 24 hour starbucks with EYEs matching the color of my tea

I really should be studying right now, I have a test at 10:30 tomorrow morning and I don't know shit. But, I need to write. Funny, cause I'm gonna write about being at a loss for words. Not cause I don't have anything to say, but because I'm not quite sure how to say it.

I feel that the only way I can really communicate is through verse.

And what better way to communicate? Every sentence carefully composed to make them feel. Each line crafted with the sole purpose of baring soul. That's no bullshit, sincere, real talk...simply put: the truth. So what happens when I stop writing?

Because honestly, I haven't written in awhile.

By the way, this is not on some emo or Ne-Yo shit...so don't get it twisted. This is more of an explaination, and to pose a question that will be MISinterpreted as rhetorical.

Fuck it.

CaUSe you know what?

Poetry sucks.

=p

sincerity
enter
element
yesterday
offering
unknown
new
environment
x
tomorrow
live
imagine
follow
escape
time
introspect
maintain
elevate

11:26 PM
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