A lover asked his beloved,
Do you love yourself more
than you love me?

The beloved replied,
I have died to myself
and I live for you.

I’ve disappeared from myself
and my attributes.
I am present only for you.

I have forgotten all my learning,
but from knowing you
I have become a scholar.

I have lost all my strength,
but from your power
I am able.

If I love myself
I love you.
If I love you
I love myself.

~Rumi

rosebudmemoirs:

WOW WOW…. must listen…twice!

redlipsandyogahips:

peaceloveandafropuffs:

kdorvilier:

pantiesforbreakfast:

luckydestroyer:

sharvondaphotog:

Kai’s “controversial” poem. This topic I can definitely relate to as someone who was told in high school that I “act white” because I got straight A’s, and in college, “I thought you were stupid until you spoke” because I’m black. (Had to compress it all crazy to get it to upload to Tumblr. It had to be removed from “other outlets” due to verbal content. But what happens on Tumblr, stays on Tumblr.) … ;-) 

I had to reblog this twice. It spoke volumes to me.

@dreadsandglasses, you are my hero. 

Showed this to my sister, we are both in love. Sooo, I figured I’d reblog this, yet again.

My whole school career summed up in one video… 

wow, like this is frikkin amazing the story of my life. she killed this shit !! wow. wow

awesome poem!

jdakar:

I do not love you as if you were a salt rose, or topaz
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
…

(Source: iamjdakar)

The thinking mind has so many thoughts. A sleepless night will be sought. So many questions that I wish I had the answers, and with every blink of a tired eye I’ll realize nothing matters.

i exist in the depths of solitude
pondering my true goal
trying 2 find peace of mind
and still preserve my soul
constantly yearning 2 be accepted
and from all receive respect
never comprising but sometimes risky
and that is my only regret
a young heart with an old soul
how can there be peace
how can i be in the depths of solitude
when there r 2 inside of me
this duo within me causes
the perfect opportunity
2 learn and live twice as fast
as those who accept simplicity

-Tupac

A Day that won’t end

An end I can’t face

Face the infinite finality of over

Over the feelings and emotions

Emoting nothing but hesitation

Trepidation in my journey of existence

Existing only

Only

~Mine

Don’t you know that I run this place and I’ve begun this race
Must I rerun this pace?
I’m the reason its become this way
And their love for it is the reason I have become this praised.
They love my darkness, I make them heartless
And in return, the have become my martyrs.
I’ve been in the poem of many a poet
And I reside in the art of many a artist
Some of your smartest have tried to articulate
My whole part in this but they’re fruitless in their harvest.
The drow grows from my footsteps.
I’m the one that they follow, I am the one that they march with,
through the back alleys and the black markets,
the Oval Offices, crack houses and apartments.
Through the mazes of the queens,
the pages of the sages and the Chambers of The Kings.
Through the veins-es of the fiends, a paper chaser’s pager,
Yo, I’m famous on the scene.
One of the oldest, most ancient-est of things
Speak every single language on the planet, nah’mean?
I am the American dream,
The rape of Africa
The undying machine
The overpriced medicine
The murderous regime
The tough guy’s front and the one behind the scenes.
I am the blood of this city
It’s gas, water, and electricity.
I’m it’s gym, and it’s math, and it’s history,
The gunshots in the class and you can’t pass if you’re missin, G.
I taught them better than that
I taught them aim for the head
And hope they never come back
I’m glad your daddy’s gone, baby,
Hope he never comes back.
I hope he’s with your mother, with my hustlers high in my trap.
I hope you die in his trash
I can’t help it, all I hear when you’re crying is laughs.
I’m sure somebody find you tied up in this bag
behind the hospital little baby crack addicts had.
Then maybe you can grow up to be a stripper,
A welfare-receiving prostitute’n gold digger.
You can watch on TV how they should properly depict you.
The rivers should flow with liquor, quench your thirst on my elixirs.
I am the safe haven for the rebel runaway and the resistor
The trusted misleader, the number one defender.
And from a throne of their bones I rule, these fools are my fuel
So I make them cool.
Baptize them in the water out of Scarface pool
And feed ‘em from the table that held Corleone’s food
If you die, tell them that you played my game,
I hope your bullet holes become mouths that say my name
‘Cause I’m the…