Love You the Way You Are?

“Love me the way I am”
The way you are?
The emotional deciding,
effortless working,
self inflicting,
talk before thinking,
giving in to bodily instincts self?

So you want me to fall in love with human nature?

Fuck You.

How can I love something that I spend my life trying not to be?
And don't try to say that friend is just not for me,
Because if I decided to stop it and leave,
I no longer fit under the category of friendly.

Do I just deal with it?

Well I consider dealing with a problem,
making a solution,
but then of course we have horrible solvers
who cause pollution and stop you in the..
success you may have been having.

I should love you for the way you are?

Who are you?

And I don't mean your name,
or what set you claim,
but more of how you came to “fame”,
and what point do your decisions aim.

Most likely you'd say you're only human
and you have a good heart,
and you don't regret the bad because you've learned things and you don't want to lose em.

But the truth, is you know it's wrong,
and someone made those mistakes before,
but you didn't want to learn from them because you wanted more...
fun.
Fun of ugly thoughts and putting bad decisions to use,
then using “I'm only human” as an excuse.
And if you had a good heart, you wouldn't act as you do,
because your whole entire life would tear you apart.
But the the pages in your book stay neatly sewed;
soft cover;
carrying yourself lightly because you can't carry a load.

That makes life a whole lot easier doesn't it.

Taking the road more traveled,
because you don't understand the satisfaction of taking the less.
And leaving the minds of your peers baffled.

If you live your life so lightly,
imagine how u consider everyone else,
or somebody like me..

A heavy heart and a strong mind.
Carried lightly?
No, I won't risk taking that fall..
Then you'll call me a punk for not risking at all.

“You think too much”

I'm sorry, I sometimes forget I shouldn't over exert my brain muscle, and that I should give it a break.
I forgot I'm not supposed to fold my brain and I'm supposed to make my aim, fuck mad bitches, get brain, then tell everyone their on AIM. Then make a Facebook status about “the one I'm falling for” but not state their name, because we all know it's a shame to be in love and that makes you a “lame”. So I might as well just make the claim that I'm a wild child who puts their honor under fame...all because...

I'M STILL YOUNG AND I DONT NEED VIAGRA TO KEEP MY DICK UP, SO I WILL FUCK EVERY GIRL I CAN UNTIL IT ISN'T WORTH A DIME!

Word?

Oh yeah, be unpredictable...even to my own self, got i

So I say to you...You want me to love the devil?

Fair/People

I just want you to feel the pain I feel,
So maybe you could know why I make a big deal.
See the world is not fair,
and neither is my skin
but people look at my outside
and assume what's within.
But you,
You deserve nothing,
But get what you want,
and you know this,
but your possessions you still flaunt.
See people aren't what they are,
simply they'd be different in a bar.
See you don't think it makes a difference,
but I see beneath the surface.
(*sigh* you don't understand)
Look you see the white picket fence,
But I saw the slave who made it.
You see that SHIT that made it to the top,
and I saw who raised it.
I live by the Golden Rule
Do unto others as you with them to do unto you.
I'm not trying to tell you what to do,
I'm just trying to give you a clue.

PEOPLE..

(pause)
Yet they front like they're mature,
but still "play with their rubber ducky"
Look luck is merely chance,
..ohhhh you're so lucky.
I played four numbers on the lotto
when they let you play eight;
I'm not trying to hate,
I'm just trying to show you that's not the way it's always gonna go.
People say I'm the luckiest in the world
because my greatness is so versatile.
You say greatness can't be rushed,
but life doesn't last a while,
at one point you were great
but you changed when they said you're the shape of a standard tile.

The World is Not Fair and Neither is My Skin

...and you eventually feel my pain after it's dead and gone to Heaven

Poem Influenced by a Quote by Drake "Treating me like the rest is a vital mistake"

If I'm not like the rest, do I deserve to be treated like the rest?

This is one of the thoughts that constantly bother that thing in my chest.

An angel could be in your presence, and you just treat him as a celebrity;

That's special, but not different, aren't you usually in awe when you see something with rarity?

Shit

(excuse the language)

But I have strived to be different in the case of being better, living in the better way,

and that deserves an applause because who really strives for anything in this present day?

I always say don't be naive or a quickswitch, but you have to be willing to change like clay..

Not Aiken and when your soul is aching, you have to be willing to put the bullshit away..

Hey, Can I Get Some Change?

Some days I wonder if this is how IT is supposed to be...not life exactly. So far life's going good; I would say great, but I always say greatness is accumulated by effort and intent, and that hasn't been happening with some people, but it's okay. Well is it? I guess I shouldn't ask for so much out of life if it's going good, while another person's life is not so good. I guess what gets to me is effort and not thinking. All I need is some effort out of people to see that hey at least they tried hard, I can't get mad at that. Thinking, it's not that hard, that's what the brain is for, but I guess these these days people want to embrace the physical way more than the mental (which there is no excuse because I'm pretty involved with my physicality and yet my mental state has rose above that).

Ugh, I'm tired (literally), so this will look cut short....

I will leave you with these words: Is dealing with yourself, like making a deal with the devil? =O

Truth Be Told

Alright this is a poem I wrote some time ago, and posted on facebook, so I figured...why not..

How can it be to be surrounded by friends,
but still feel deserted with your thoughts?
One subject that haunts me is being incomplete..
Training for years, but never enought courage to compete.
The subject of being a "straight-shooter", being straight forward even with my fear of nerves,
but I had to cease because, shooting wrong can cause permanent damage...
Not being able to front,
hiding behind anything, a screen, distance, or the truth...
Sorry for anyone if I didn't pay attention, because I realize when you don't,
You pay for a tension that was cause simply because you lost interest in everything but yourself...
Seeing out one's eye, and not out the other, that's a crime.
But worse out of all of them, letting things happen...
Letting people go on with their deadly boatride, when all they needed was a captain.
And when they ask you how did they look in their boat, you say "it was fine".
Saying it's okay, don't worry about it, when they should be scared shitless.
Although "society" would differ, it's as worse as letting someone get killed on the side of the road and not saying anything..
It's just as bad as telling a rapist "she wanted it",
It's like giving a murderer excuses to keep killing, because you never came out and said "you're a murderer!"
Effortless actions have me living in regret...
But those actions I will never forget...
So I will be my own ghost, haunting myself from when the sunrises, til the sun sets...
To instill fear...
Fear of careless failure, knowing I could've done better if I only tried harder..
Fear of leaving things incomplete,
I want everything to be whole...
Fear of making excuses saying "I'm doing this, so don't stress me not doing that".
Fear of leaving problems unsolved, knowing they'll come back to haunt me..
Fear of being selfish because karma is a bitch that can't be tamed; only named, and framed...
Framed for being the result of what we do..
Wow so we blame "sweet karma" for just doing her job.
There's also the fear of blaming anything but me for my problems because I hate getting blamed for "crimes I don't commit"
It's happened too much in my life...
So again I ask,
How can I be surrounded by so many friends, and still feel alone in my thoughts?
It's because they're too busy "living"
They're scared doing what they knows best is stopping them from "living"
So you know what, when they're done "living" and their minds are in a coma,
waiting to die or "waiting to exhale" that's where they'll realize that their life is a action-packed movie with no purpose..
Where has "The Departed" life gone?
Why must we choose between action and purpose?
Why do people not realize that in some situations not everything is black and white, and there are gray areas?
I know why...
It's because it's easy for them to pick one...well easy for now, but watch when they can't stand themeselves,
or stand period..
Either one works!
It's funny how they'll go black n' white, but in an actual black n' white situations, where it's one or the other,
they pick gray, lol, it's funny "Person 1: Mr. Would you like the chicken or the fish? Person 2: Both! Person 1: Emphasis on "or"...
They pick gray in a black n' white situation because they're indecisive, and they're scared to make the wrong decision and take the blame..
People don't know right or wrong, or better or worse so ummm, I guess why in the U.S. there's democracy.

That's a problem
A problem you try to avoid, and run around...
Thinking you're Reggie Bush and your going to juke everything, but you can't move foward by going side to side,
but it's the drive
the drive that you don't have to go through the problems and solve them once and for all so you can move foward and look back...
taunting it on your way to the end(zone)

That was a football reference for the ignorant ones...
and also, if your ignorant, you would probably take it as a diss,
but it only means "you don't know"

THINK.

Why don't you think? You know what I think? (since i think)

I think you (yes you) are scared of thinking too deeply because you're scared you'll "drown"..
so scared that if you go deep inside your soul, you'll hate yourself..
so deep you'll realize your the epitimy of what you dispise..
that's when you touch the the ground in the waters of your thoughts,
realize the material your touching and you wish you could turn back the sands of time.
But you can't, so instead of moving on with those thoughts in mind,
you suppress your faults deep into the dark waters of short term memory loss, hoping that one day you don't dive into regret.

You just can't deal with yourself...but I guess you can't make a deal with the devil, can u?

If you THINK you should be able to get that..

...Now I will cease to complain, and continue to maintain...

With or without u..

My First Post

Alright, I'm going to be short; I am Lamar Francis, (just in case you're too lazy to check the profile). I play football, I'm smart, taken (ahh man yeah I know, you'll be okay lmao), I recently fell in love with "Law and Order: SVU", and I have this certain look on life; nothing crazy, just thinking that we should all try to do our best, if not, we can't expect the same from others. I was introduced to this fine website by my friend Stephanie (Stephy Jo, I like to call her), and I think I will be on this a lot. I tend to throw the truths in my poetry (they're never controversial, but tend to hit a soft spot).

Alright that is long enough...

Goodnight