emotion commotion

boom, then crash,
the shattering of glass.
i dive to the floor,
busting my ass.

“the hell was that?”
was all that i said.
then i seen the pool of blood,
then i seen my moms was dead.

no emotion in the commotion,
i wasn’t even sad,
even when i learned that the
bullet was meant for my dad.

vietnam made pops crazy,
he was already half - dead.
so why couldn’t that’d be him
that got shot in the head?

all the news that fits the print,
momma’s death went unreported,
not a whiff, word or hint.

“they don’t care about us niggers,”
is how my pops explained it.
but i didn’t know i was a nigger
until my dad proclaimed it.

six months later,
my pops was dead too.
drug - related shots fired,
his skin turned cold blue.

on the news that night
the presidents wife got a
new hair - do.
the news guy said,
“i like it, how about you?”

no word about my pops
in the post or on cbs
why was that, you ask?
take a fucking guess.

and yeah, why is that?
that’s what politicians
should be asking.

but who got time for
questions when you all
skiing up on aspen?

broads get gunshots to
the head and all y'all
serving us is aspirin.

my momma was so lovely
she’d have made your
head spin.

level the playing field
and y'all will see who’ll
really win.

and yeah i got anger,
but i don’t let it take
me down cause my momma
taught me better.

and she holds me up
when i fall down.
rest in peace moms,
don’t worry about your
son.

some day i’ll make you
proud, because yeah,
i am the one.

—  ezekiel figuero (the get down),
zeke’s poem (i am the one).
i.
girl reconciles with the commotion of emotions that bubble up like hot tar on Texas pavement. she acknowledges that her presence is few and far between, but that does not stop the hell that rages inside her psyche that force feeds her the promise of anterograde amnesia in the minds of those she thought she cared for.
ii.
my back/ aches/ but the dirt/ caked/ onto my knees/ keeps my body/ anchored./ and you take/ the moon/ for granted,/ but I keep her/ in my prayers/ and in my/ dreams.
iii.
You could rake your nails up and down the side of a brick wall until your fingers are red. Red, like the way they look after you tear into cherries. Red, like the way your teeth look after you vomit both the cherries and their pits. Red, like the way you look at the world. Red and angry; red and waning.
iv.
The problem is, you broke your own heart and now you gotta keep it. Sorry, no refunds on damaged goods.
v.
Insecurity is a bitch, ain’t it? You should meet her sister.
—  VICE VERSA // k.m.
Regrettables

Erase you, I really wish I could
How much I care, you would come to know
Cringing when I realize I sold you a home when I didn’t even want to rent it out
Black you out, itching for the day that I think of you without all these emotions
Commotion, this is nothing but avoidable drama set in motion
Once again, I’ve added another person to pile of people I dull and blur in
My closet of regrettables too full and I can’t throw out

Boom then crash, the shattering of glass, I dive to the floor busted my ass
“What the hell was that?” Was all I said
Then I seen a pool of blood
Then I see my moms was dead
No emotion in the commotion
I wasn’t even sad,
even when i learned that the bullet was meant for my dad
Vietnam made pops crazy
he was already half dead
So, why couldn’t that have been him that they shot in the head?
All the news that fits the print
Mama’s death went unreported
Not a whiff, word or hint.
“They don’t care about us niggas” is how my pops explained it
But I didn’t know I was a nigga until my dad proclaimed it
Six months later my pops was dead, too
Drug-related shots fired his skin turned cold blue
On the news that night the president’s wife got a new hairdo
The news guys said “I like it. How about you?”
NO word about my pops in the Post or on CBS
Why was that, you ask?
Take a fucking guess
And, yeah, why is that?
Is what politicians should be asking
But who’s got time for questions when yall skiing up on Aspen?
Bronx gets gunshots to the head and all yall swerving us is aspirin
My mama was so lovely she would have made your head spin
Level the playing field and yall would see who would really win
And yeah I got anger
But I don’t let it take me down because my mom taught me better
And she holds me up when I fall down
Rest in peace moms, done worry about your son
Someday I’ll make up proud because yeah, I am the one
—  The Get Down (Justice Smith) 2016

anonymous asked:

This may all be a press thing, to energy emote commotion about Harry and when his album drops it'll be even bigger. We've already witnessed multiple stunts lol

Exactly! It may not even be a relationship at all; she just so happens to have been seen with him one day, and then, she’s suddenly a victim to a false story written by someone who just loves to meddle with a fandom. 

People are simply just assuming things. If it’s a false story, it will blow over by the time Friday gets here. If it’s a true story, then, stop assuming and spreading rumours and wait for them to say something… All these ‘sources’ are made up people just to make the story a little more believable. It’s crap. Dan’s stories are extremely easy to read apart; he uses the same plot through each fake story about girlfriends. xx

I am the one.

“Boom then crash, the shattering of glass
I dive to the floor, busting my ass
The hell was that
Was all that I say
Then I see the pool of blood
Then I see my mom she’s dead
No emotion in the commotion
I wasn’t even sad, even when I learned the bullet was meant for my dad
Vietnam made pops crazy he was already half-dead
So why couldn’t that’d be him that got shot in the head?
All the news that fits the print
Momma’s death went unreported not a whiff or word or hint
They don’t care about us niggers is how my pops explained it
But I didn’t know I was a nigga till my dad proclaimed it
Six months later my pops is dead too
Drug-related shots fired his skin turned cold blue
On the news that night the President’s wife got a new hair-do
The news guy said “I like it how about you?”
No word about my pops in the Post or on CBS, why was that you ask?
Take a fucking guess
And yeah why is that, that’s what politicians should be asking
But who got time for questions when you all skiing up on Aspen?
Broads get gunshots to the head and all y'all serving us is Asprin
My momma so lovely she’d have made your head spin
Level the playing field and y'all will see who’ll really win
And yeah I got anger
But I don’t let it take me down, my momma taught me better
And she holds me up when I fall down
Rest in peace moms, don’t worry about your son
Some day I’ll make you proud because yeah I am the one.“

Boom, then crash
the shattering of glass
I dived to the floor and busted my ass
‘the hell was that?’
was all that I said
then I seen the pool of blood
my momma was dead
No emotion in the commotion
I wasn’t even sad
Even when I learned that the bullet was meant for my dad
Vietnam made pops crazy he was already half dead
So why couldn’t it have been him that they shot in the head?
All the news that fits the print
Mama’s death went unreported
Not a whiff, word or hint

'They dont care about us niggas’  is how my pops explained it
But I didnt know I was a nigga until my dad proclaimed it
Six months later my pops was dead too
Drug-related shots fired
his skin turned cold blue

On the news that night the presidents wife got a new hairdo
The news guy said 'I like it, how about you?’
No word about my pops in the post or on CBS
Why was that you ask? Take a fucking guess
And yeah why is that, is what politicians should be asking
But who’s got time for questions when ya’ll skiing up on Aspen
Bronx get gunshots to the head
and all ya’ll serving us is aspirin

My momma was so lovely 
She would have made your head spin
Level the playing field and ya’ll would see who would really win
Yeah I got anger…
but I dont let it take me down
because my momma taught me better
and she holds me up when I fall down
Rest in Peace Moms
Don’t worry about your son
Someday I’ll make you proud
because yeah, I am the one

— 

Ezekiel “Zeke” Figuero reads his poem to Ms. Green

The Get Down / Ep. 1: “Where There is Ruin, There is Hope for a Treasure” /

Zeke's Poem (I Am The One) - The Get Down

Boom then crash, the shattering of glass
I dive to the floor, busting my ass
The hell was that
Was all that I say
Then I see the pool of blood
I see my mom she’s dead
No emotion in the commotion
I wasn’t even sad, even when I learned the bullet was meant for my dad
Vietnam made pops crazy he was already half-dead
So why couldn’t that’d be him that got shot in the head?
All the news that fits the print
Momma’s death went unreported not a whiff or word or hint
They don’t care about us niggers is how my pops explained it
But I didn’t know I was a nigger till my dad proclaimed it
Six months later my pops is dead too
Drug-related shots fired his skin turned cold blue
On the news that night the President’s wife got a new hair-do
The news guy said “I like it how about you?”
No word CBS, why was that you ask?
Take a fucking guess
And yeah why is that, that’s what politicians should be asking
But who got time for questions when you all skiing up on Aspen?
Broads get gunshots to the head and all y'all swerving us is [?]
My momma so lovely she’d have made your head spin
Level the playing field and y'all will see who’ll really win
And yeah I got anger
But I don’t let it take me down, my momma taught me better
And she holds me up when I fall down
Rest in peace moms, don’t worry about your son
Some day I’ll make you proud cos yeah I am the one

What Is Love?

What is love without the initial lust?
That initial trust that they’re the one for you and vice versa.
No need to rehearse a forced line of “I love you”
Cuz the feeling is true
The thought of “I miss you” doesn’t compare to the emptiness you feel
Isn’t that how you know that it’s real?
When they’re the first and last thing on your mind
Thoughts intertwined
Laced with emotion
Causing such a commotion internally
To the point where “eternally” is all you can think of when the topic of loving them is brought about
Taught about….why isn’t true love taught about?
Instead, we learn of Romeos and Juliets
Troys and Gabriellas
All these relationships that neva stood a chance with time
Because over time they came to a realization that love can’t just be based off of a feeling
There should be more of a meaning to these relationships
More like relation flips your world upside down
Spun around until you don’t know where you are, who you were, or what you were doing
I’m thinking bout suing whoever decided to make “love” a thing
It’s so damn confusing not knowing for sure what love truly is cuz it has many faces
No trace of resistance could be found when I gave my heart to him
It’s like I went off on a whim and I loved him
Love him
But, was I always sure it was love when I barely even loved myself
For my own health, it’s probably best if I step back
Back tracked, side tracked from what matters
But he matters, and I matter, so what’s the matter with me saying that this matters?
Us.
Even though I’m not sure what that is anymore.
Us.
Even though I’m not the only one your heart beats for.
Us.
Is this love, or is it lust?
How can I know when to trust what I’m feeling when the feeling’s just a feeling?

Finally I can go to bed - NOT

With this overwhelming emotion and commotion how can I fucking sleep, a fabulous fucking ending. Lots of Franky Doyle which is super gorgeous, also Maxine for being so awesomely generous with her support and Allie is finally safe in Bea’s arms and loving embrace but nothing is going to stay that way since next week Kaz is trying to fucking take Bea down from her throne!

Well - Enjoy fellows from another side of the world - because it’s about to get down and dirty and clean again! 😆❤️🤔😬

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*Slow claps* Credits to whoever did this! Man, you’ve captured it all perfectly! Even the dilated eye pupils a.k.a the clear evidence that they DEFINITELY feel something for each other.

“…our pupils respond to more than changes in light. They also betray mental and emotional commotion within. In fact, pupil dilation correlates with arousal …" 

Watching them like this … <3

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People Are Who They Are

Insane
really is
the best flavor
Could you please
do me a favor?
Take my heart
and return it later
I won’t need it
for some time
I still
think about you
while I write
these lines
And sure,
I’m fine

That’s what
I tell
everyone I know
And the best
part is
that I don’t show
Any emotions,
causing commotion
Inside
of
my mind,
and sure
I’m fine
But I hate you more
Now,
much more
than I did
before

The lights
in my house
are all dead
I don’t have
enough energy
Maybe if I was lead
into a sea
of beds
And allowed to sleep
without my dreams
Including you,
please,
it seems
That I can’t
get you out
of my
subconscious
Wish someone
would just
knock me
unconscious
Please,
anyone
with a conscious

So I can dream of you,
until
the moon
Shines so bright
it wakes me up
And I hope
this rut
In life,
happens
to everyone
And not just


me