<![CDATA[TAMLUVSTOWRITE - Written Poetry and Short Stories]]>Wed, 10 Feb 2016 01:08:48 -0800EditMySite<![CDATA[Music Is My Boyfriend!]]>Wed, 10 Feb 2016 05:47:15 GMThttp://www.tamluvs2write.com/-written-poetry-and-short-stories/music-is-my-boyfriend
Music is my boyfriend
By Tamyara Brown

I fell in love at the first listen. Rock my bells, the needle touch the vinyl and fingers popped. I knew as long his lyrics blared through my headphones I would never be alone. Wrote some of my hottest poems from Stevie tinkling the ivory, knew the moment Miles blew his trumpet, when the lady sung my blues, when the New Edition called me Candy girl and Bobby said I was his girlfriend. My boyfriend would forever be my boyfriend. When Freddie and Luther taught me love was real. When Anita sung and reminded me angels were real.When I fell in love with hip hop and I needed Mr. Dj to play my song over and over again . I knew my Boyfriend would be the resdon my heart skips a beat. That  when he came to the Mic I would forever be hypnotize. He is the only one I break up and give another chance. My love forever and a day.

#music
#poetry
#dj
#vinyl
#poet
#poetsofinstagram
#lettherecordsplay
#musicismyboyfriend

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<![CDATA[Formation-My Version Poetry]]>Tue, 09 Feb 2016 23:38:28 GMThttp://www.tamluvs2write.com/-written-poetry-and-short-stories/formation-my-version-poetry
Listening to formation . I wrote a poem.
#slay  Y'all haters do nothing but talk shit about a chick.
Your lips are the only thing slick. You just mad your man wants to wet his lips with my juice. Ooh! This fat chick write books, got looks and she stand alone. Eating chocolate cupcakes and she got her big ass from her Mama. Crazy as sixteen bed bugs and as  ambitious as #Beyonce. I work hard, ignore all my haters and congratulate those doing better.
Blue got Treasure wrote that when I use to love a dude with a prison sentence. Run and tell that. Oops I exposed my own dirt. Fat Girl Vigilante  novel written to save lives cause if you ran through my mind you have me arrested for the shit I want to do .  Brooklyn bred so I have no choice to survive. Six babies, four grands and I still got #swag. I ain't playing don't let my tears fool you I'm teflon strong . Baby girl please don't be mad your man still calls my name while ya'll having sex. My exes still want my sex.
My exes still want my sex.
I'm focus
I'm focus
Work until I'm a success.I dream. I believe. Some days catch me with two braids or a head full of curls.

Ladies, ignore him and make your paper. Fire your deadbeat daddy and raise your babies to be great. Go hard, shine and be like #TarajiPHenson and create your own lane.
Catch me with a #pen in her hand. Getting her #education and writing a damn good book. Now don't test me I'm crazy as sixteen bed bugs. Stay #humble, go hard and congratulate those who doing better. Want to see my friends and foes make paper.
Some dude want me but to earn entrance he got to do more than take me to #Redlobster.

Some days catch me in two braids or a head full of curls. Catch me with a pen in her hand writing books and #poetry.
No apologies for what tried to break me. It makes me stronger and haters are eliminated. You know  I go hard. I slay. My babies #slay.
#poetsofinstagram
#poetry
#writing
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<![CDATA[Did You Hear And Can You See The Story Of My Pain?]]>Tue, 09 Feb 2016 14:41:02 GMThttp://www.tamluvs2write.com/-written-poetry-and-short-stories/did-you-hear-and-can-you-see-the-story-of-my-pain
Did you hear and can you see the story of my pain?

Tamyara Brown

Did I hear your cries or where they silence to my ears?
Did I see your tears? Or did I feared it would paint the picture of us sharing the same scenario just in a different time frame?

Did my lips  preach the sermon but didn't teach the lesson?

Unwritten letters, stories filled with pain and yet no one read them. No one could grasp the person blues because the words written in ink was erase my droplets of insecurities.

Maybe the silence was because our voice remain in our head and locked up in our hearts of freeing the cage rage inside. Yet, seeping out of tiny wounds anger, guilt, hurt, mistrust and the thought no one will hear the cry of a broken soul.

©2015 Tamyara Brown- Tamluvstowrite
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<![CDATA[Puppet For Love]]>Sat, 06 Feb 2016 13:30:52 GMThttp://www.tamluvs2write.com/-written-poetry-and-short-stories/puppet-for-love
Puppet for love
By Tamyara Brown

He tugs at the veins in my heart.
Unsure if it is love or how well he manipulates my mind to believe.
Hot sex, handsome face and the fear of being lonely. I'm a puppet for love doing as he says. Dance, flip, and jump through hoops. I'm no longer in control. I made a commitment to be his for just the idea I am loved. Crazy, I know but  something is better than nothing. I know sooner than later he will release me and replace me but until then I am his puppet for love.
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<![CDATA[The Beautiful Transformation Of Me]]>Fri, 05 Feb 2016 23:32:49 GMThttp://www.tamluvs2write.com/-written-poetry-and-short-stories/the-beautiful-transformation-of-me
Poetry Moment
The Beautiful Transformation of me.
By Tamyara Brown

At this moment it looks as if I'm falling apart.
Broken pieces and sections of me missing. I'm all out of wack and I thought this transformstion would be easy.
Quite painful to repair.To shed the old you. To let go of what your use to. As I continue the process of being in repair. I know in the end something beautiful is about to emerge. A new and better me. What you see now is quite a mess but I know I will blossom into something magnificent.

#poetry #poet #Tamluvstowrite
#poetsofinstagram #writingcommunity
#life
#art
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<![CDATA[Trayvon Martin- We Will Always remember You]]>Fri, 05 Feb 2016 15:43:55 GMThttp://www.tamluvs2write.com/-written-poetry-and-short-stories/trayvon-martin-we-will-always-remember-you
Poetry Moment
Trayvon Martin
By Tamyara Brown

Life stolen by a heartless soul.
Your name brought light to an epidemic occuring in our country. Africam American boys being judged as criminals and killed like animals. Judged by the clothes they wear.
Your name is a reminder to hug our sons a little longer. To  pray before they go to school.
Your name is a constant reminder that we must protect our sons. To not close our eyes that justice is blind and isn't fair. Rest in heaven and knoe you are not forgotten.

#TrayvonMartin
#poetry
#neverforget
#blacklivesmatter
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<![CDATA[Don't Shoot, Please!]]>Fri, 05 Feb 2016 02:43:31 GMThttp://www.tamluvs2write.com/-written-poetry-and-short-stories/dont-shoot-please
Poetry Moment
Don't Shoot, please
ByTamyara Brown

I'm holding a pack of kool aid in my hands, no drugs or weapons. I'm not trying to harm you. I'm nine years old, a child, a son, a nephew and grand son.
Don't shoot please!
Put  down your gun I promise I won't even run.
Don't shoot, please!
I have dreams to fulfill
I want to go home to my Mama
Play with friends. Go to school and learn. Don't take my life on an assumption I might be a criminal. All I did was go to the store to get a pack of kool aid.
I don't want to die I have so much to live for.

#dontshoot #blacklivesmatter #poet #poetry #poetsofinstagram
#writingcommunity
#life
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<![CDATA[Tight Rope Of Life!]]>Thu, 04 Feb 2016 02:19:40 GMThttp://www.tamluvs2write.com/-written-poetry-and-short-stories/tight-rope-of-life
Poetry Moment
Tight Rope of life
By Tamyara Brown

How often I walked on the thin lines of spider webs only to fall into a trap.
One foot in front of the other. Shaking, trembing, one wrong step and I will become Charlotte's  dinner.
Convince this beautiful web can't be design to end my life.
Warning signs not to go and yet I refuse to listen. Dangerous risks and I don't know my fate and I hope for my sake someone comes and rescues me from my stupid mistakes.

#poetry #poetsofinstagram #Tamluvstowrite #Goodnight
#poet
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<![CDATA[Hush!]]>Wed, 03 Feb 2016 01:24:32 GMThttp://www.tamluvs2write.com/-written-poetry-and-short-stories/hushPoetry Moment
By Tamyara Brown

Hush!

Head full of lies telling me  I will fail.
Hush please stop telling me to not cross over to my destiny.
Hush!
Calling me names and begging me to go insane.
Hush!
Screaming in my ear as I concentrate on making straight As.
I can't succeed
I'm not worthy to make it.
Damn it get out my ears and stop feeding my fears.
Leave me alone and just Hush!


#poetry
#poetsofinstagram
#Tamluvstowrite
#writingcommunity
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<![CDATA[Find The Strawberry!]]>Sat, 30 Jan 2016 13:57:41 GMThttp://www.tamluvs2write.com/-written-poetry-and-short-stories/find-the-strawberry
Poetry Moment
Find the Strawberry
By Tamyara Brown

She was seeking revenge nothing sweeter than getting her enemy's love to commit a sin. Lust was her name and stealing your man was her game. Beautifully evil and a snake skin heart. Her goal was to fuck ,suck and record and please don't forget share on social media.
Ladies, listen and learn a lesson. She is the friend with her ears wide open. Listening to you moan and groan about Tyrone, Ted or Fred whatever your man name is."Girl, you should leave him. You don't need a man. I ain't got a man and I'm fine. Being like Victoria and learning all your secrets. You slip and tell the trick that's why I giving him no loving. Her big smile, strawberry between her teeth and she thinking in a minute I'm gone fuck your man. Foolish women sharing about your man to your bestie if look you'll see the evil in her eye. Jealously is green and so is hate. Her only mission is to divide, fuck, suck , cause you embarrassment.
It begins with a text to ask if he is alright. He replies, "nah she stressing me out." She accidentally spills the beans and shares your dissing and disrespecting him. She devil playing her fiddle of deceit. Weaving her web of mass destruction. Texts turn to sexting and he replies with dick pictorials. She invites and ask, "find the strawberry." He questions whether he should partake and break his love hearts. Evualation of the situation. His dick hard but his mind is right.Why would her friend want to share me? He finally realizes it is all a plot. He texts back, "Nah, I'm allergic to fake broads and strawberries. I'm in love with my woman."
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