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The Phone Call by Epi: 3:39pm On Feb 06, 2009
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A girl quickly punches a number into her phone and waits until she hears the other line pick up.

“Becky, I don’t know what to do, I really don’t. I love him so much and I don’t think he thinks of me that way. I mean, whenever I see him or think of him, I can’t help it, this smile comes across my face. Sometimes he sees me smiling and smiles back. That’s when my knees turn to jello and I get butterflies in my stomach. I know you think that he’s is so totally adorable and cute, but if you look past that and actually listen to what he has to say, you find a totally different person. He’s so caring and considerate and he makes me feel like I don’t deserve him. Well, actually, I don’t deserve him. He’s too perfect, I mean, look at all the girls that fall over for him. I could never be one of those. Their all so pretty and bubbly and…,  not me. I couldn’t even start to compare myself to them. But whenever I think of him or see him, I can’t help it, I smile. Now I didn’t tell you this but he called me the other day about homework. I tell you now, I made a complete fool of myself. I’m so embarrassed. I stuttered the whole time, but he was so sweet and just kept talking and making me feel better. He’s so perfect Becky, I don’t deserve him, so why do I keep wishing and praying that he will notice me, why?, Becky? Becky are you there?”

“This isn’t Becky.”

Petrified the girl asks, “Then who is this?”

“ This is the guy who’s smile turns your knees to jello and I just wanted to say one thing. Everything you just said now, I’ve been wanting to say since the day I met you.”
Re: The Phone Call by Epi: 7:13pm On Feb 07, 2009
lovefatedestiny.com

Girl: I need someone to talk to.
Boy: I'm always here for you.
Girl: I know.
Boy: What's wrong?
Girl: I like him so much.
Boy: Talk to him.
Girl: I don't know. He won't ever like me.
Boy: Don't say that, you're amazing.
Girl: I just want him to know how I feel.
Boy: Then tell him.
Girl: He won't like me.
Boy: How do you know that?
Girl: I can just tell him,
Boy: Well just tell him.
Girl: What should I say?
Boy: Tell him how much you like him.
Girl: I tell him daily.
Boy: What do you mean?
Girl: I'm always with him, I love him.
Boy: I know how you feel. I have the same problem, but she'll never like me.
Girl: Wait. Who do you like?
Boy: Oh, some Girl.
Girl: Oh, he won't like me either.
Boy: he does.
Girl: How do you know?
Boy: Because who wouldn't like you?
Girl: You.
Boy: You're wrong. I love you.
Girl: I love you too.
Boy: So are you going to talk to him?
Girl: I just did.
Re: The Phone Call by Epi: 3:43am On Feb 08, 2009
BEAUTIFUL, BRILLIANT, PRECIOUS, TRUE
UNTOUCHED, SHINY, POLISHED, NEW
PRESTIGIOUS, HONORABLE, FRUITFUL, ENDEARED
SEXY, VIVACIOUS, PLAYFUL, UNFEARED
CAUTIOUS, ESTEEMED, EMOTIONAL, UNSURPRESSED
CALM, RATIONAL, FAITHFUL, BLESSED

Never allow anyone to bring you down
From the seat of your throne, for YOU wear the crown.
You are man's gift from GOD,
Allow no one to demean.
You should accept nothing less
Than the treatment of a queen.
You are so many things, no weak man could capture.
He would surely fall slave to the grip of your rapture.
What you have grown to be,
Allow no one to tear down
Remember, for you are a QUEEN
And YOU bear the crown.

copyright hazeleyez2000
Re: The Phone Call by Epi: 4:03am On Feb 08, 2009
I stand at a distance
safe for now
slyly smirking
smirking slyly
passionately by me

Damn!!!
what to do
can I drink you
can I nibble you
can I
even though
she holds you, 

how good is it
how hot is it
how hard is it

I wanna know
how good would you be
Re: The Phone Call by Epi: 4:16am On Feb 08, 2009
I see you too, always on my mind
When you “walk” pass
You forget and leave that sweet smell behind
I always wish for that passionate kiss
A moment of ecstasy spent on you
Ohhhhh what wonders for a sistah it would do
The joy in your smile, your style
Make me want to stop you and kick it for a while
Re: The Phone Call by Epi: 4:43am On Feb 08, 2009
What if I told you that I needed you-
Would you understand where I would be coming from?
When I see you I try my best to be strong
But my body gets weak, hmm something must be wrong
How can I feel love if I haven’t lived it
My body will explode, if I don't soon give it

Can you see that I have an itch and nobody to fulfill it?
Re: The Phone Call by bluespice(f): 3:55am On Feb 09, 2009
epi,
beautiful
kiss
Re: The Phone Call by naijamd(m): 9:48am On Feb 09, 2009
epi, it looks like you are falling in love and from your write up, i can tell you don't know how to aproach the guy
bluespice:

epi,
beautiful
kiss
i can also tell you are in the same category,i sorry for una sha, and i know i wud make things easier if i am the guy in question grin grin grin grin
Re: The Phone Call by bluespice(f): 3:40pm On Feb 09, 2009
. . . i can tell ur locked in ur fantasy little world
if i were the one illd know how to wake up and get out of my world
Re: The Phone Call by Epi: 2:20pm On Feb 10, 2009
@nai

you may be on to something here, Albert Einstein brother.  Meet me here tomorrow for a one-on-one interview @ 9am (my time) Just want to know how u brilliantly figured this one out.  Come with your questions ready.  This is no joke. grin  However, No PERSONAL Questions2 B asked


1 love

Albert Einstein's mom: (on the phone) Oh hello, Albert! . . . The Theory of Relativity! Oh my! . . . You explained the photoelectric effect? . . . Nominated for a Nobel Prize for Physics! . . . Thats wonderful Albert! Absolutely wonderful! . . . Alright, love you too Albert! Goodbye!" (hangs up)

Albert Einstein's brother: (racing down the stairs) Mother! I just received my report card, I got A's in all of my classes!"

Albert Einstein's mother: But did you solve some the greatest questions in physics?

Albert Einstein's brother: I-I got all A's, mom.

Albert Einstein's mother: (sobs) . . . WHY CAN'T YOU BE HIM! (runs away crying)

Albert Einstein's brother: . . . damn f***ing smart piece of sh**. Where's the blowdryer? I'm going to go take a bath.
Re: The Phone Call by Epi: 12:17am On Feb 11, 2009
You tell me you're not cheating,
But I see it in your eyes.
I try to tell you that I know the truth,
But you keep on telling lies.
Why do we keep going through these changes,
If you intended not to stay?
With my life, my time, my heart,
You insist to play.

So don't leave me standing here with my back against the wall,
All I wanted was for you to love me, but to me,
You showed no love at all.
One day you'll be reminded of the one who really cared.
You'll realize too late and look up,
I won't be there.
I can't play your fool.
No, no, not this time, won't be your fool.

Before you walk out that door,
I have something to say.
Your life you go on living,
Find it hard, don't look my way.
Just remember who took the time to do for you,
No one else would have done.
Who tried to build a life with you,
Who thought you were the one.

So don't be misled by your friends who say I love you
And I'll let you come back home,
Cause I love myself too much to play your fool again,
I'd rather leave your ass alone.

So this time I'll leave your ass standing here
With your back against the wall,
Please don't dial my number baby,
Don't waste your time to even call.
When you take the time to figure out
What a big mistake you made,
You'll realize all along it was yourself that you played.
I can't play your fool, no, no, no.
Tell me now, who's playing fool?

Copyright hazeleyez2000
Re: The Phone Call by Epi: 12:47am On Feb 11, 2009
Is it my eyes, my walk, or my hair,
That causes yo ignant ass to stair?
Is it my car, my jewels, or my gear
That draws your eyes over here?

STOP HATING,

Does the curve of my back make you sweat?
Do I look like someone you've met?

Are you sizing me up just for fun?
I've no time for games, I'm not the one.

STOP HATING,

Try saying, "Hello,"
Instead of whispering, "Look at that Mulatto."

You may be surprised what you find out,
Cause being fake and foney ain't what I'm about.

STOP HATING,

Do you like what you see?
You keep gawking at me!

I guess it's time for me to go,
You sure there's nothing you wanna know?

STOP HATING,


Copyright hazeleyez2000
Re: The Phone Call by Epi: 4:49pm On Feb 11, 2009
It's four o'clock in the morning,
And you just climbing into the bed.
Don't think I don't know you been cheating,
Putting them damn lies in my head.
It's all good ma'f**Ka, cause I got a trick up my sleeve.
You think you sleeping here another night,
Yo' black ass gotta leave.

See Punkin called me around two
To tell me she saw you,
Huggin up on some bitch.
You were leaving the club,
She was looking all high,
You were rubbing your hand
Up and down that bitch's thigh.

But it's all good,
Baby it's all right.
You wanna sleep in my bed all day,
And f**K that bitch all night.
I already packed yo' shit,
It's waiting for you by the door.
I warned yo' ass enough, I can't take this shit no more!

Don't start baby, baby'in me
Cause I ain't no damn fool,
You been doing this shit for the past three months,
This shit ain't even cool.
You better call Tyrone,
And tell his ass to come on,
Cause this house, brotha, you can no longer call your home!

You wanna be a playa,
But got holes all in yo' game,
You thought you had a sucker,
But brotha, you know my NAME!
A man is what I need, not some puzzy hungry little boy,
I must be treated like a QUEEN,
Not like one of yo' play toys.

So get to steppin',
Cause yo' time here has expired.
I been sitting up waiting to get this shit off my chest,
Now it's time to sleep, brotha you got me so f**Kin' tired.
Yes, I'm talkin' to you, and no I didn't stutter,
I don't care where you lay your head tonight,
I don't even care if you sleep in the gutter.

Shoulda, woulda, coulda,
Won't save yo' black ass tonight.
Shoulda thought about what you HAD,
Cause how you did me just ain't right.
Come on brotha, let me walk yo' ass to the door,
I know you know I'm serious,
We've been through this shit before.

When you decide you wanna be my man,
It will be too late by then,
I'm sure I would have moved on,
Cause yo' ass is just a HAS BEEN!
Don't act like this don't hurt, cause I see it in your eyes.
Too bad for you I'm leavin',
Thank God that I got wise.

You'll be a-ight,
I know I'll be just fine,
Tyrone will be here shortly,
To help you after he's done hittin' me from behind.
Yeah, it's all good, like I said before,
He's been puttin' in for the time,
You been creepin' with that LovePeddler.

See playa, I learned by watching you,
Although yo' game ain't the best.
Don't be discouraged though,
One day you'll beat the rest.
Until then, my friend,
Keep f**King round with that bitch, brotha, PLEASE!
I hope you catch something even worse, than a venereal disease.

Don't look back, once you've walked away from me,
I know this is what you wanted,
I just needed to set you free.
All dogs must roam,
But I guess you'll be on a never ending journey,
Cause you won't find your way back home,
Unless you speakin' to my attourney.

Lookin' in yo' face makes me sick.
While that bitch is still sucking yo' dick.
Don't come round here sayin' you wanna play house again,
Cause I don't need the stress.
Just leave me alone, cause sometimes a dog can be a pest,




Hazeleyez2000
Re: The Phone Call by Epi: 5:00pm On Feb 11, 2009
Re your email -

sorry, but i try not to respond to idiotic private email (aint worth my time) like yours. To answer your question publicly, these poems are not about me. Know this, they are not written by me

*****sigh**** angry angry angry
Re: The Phone Call by Epi: 2:51pm On Feb 23, 2009
How Men Classify Women

So here is the secret of how men classify women. Read it and learn

1) Guy meets a girl at a party/club/affair. She's classy, sweet, intelligent. But there's no spark! The neurons in his brains don't fire.
They talk and agree to meet for a date. The date goes fine. He takes her home; they exchange numbers,
Here comes the familiar line, ladies: "I'll give you a call."
He ain't gonna call you, Dunce! Don't waste your time sitting by the phone, woman! Why couldn't you feel it? He gave you all the signals! Your phone number left his short termed memory faster than the Concorde! That date crashed and burned! Not your fault. He didn't lose respect for you. It was just biology! At least, I hope you enjoyed the meal.

2) Guy meets a girl at a party/club/affair. She's got that black, miniskirt on; legs like steel pistons; "Ta-Ta's" straining against the material! She's could be intelligent or semi-comatose!
What's he thinking?:
"SEX!, she saying something about her dreams, her life's passions, SEX, She's telling me something about how her family, SEX, Whoa, she's giving me her number! I'm gonna get some! I'm gonna get some! Thank God Almighty, I'm gonna get some!"
His intentions?: Get it! Leave! Make sure I don't make her too angry so that I can't get it again, when I want!
Commitment? Hell no! But he'll lie to make you think that there's a chance for a long term relationship.
Tell her anything to keep the sex coming. "Can't wait to tell my boys how she screamed in the doggie!"

3) Guy meets a girl at a party/club/affair. The universe parts; time stops cold. All of his dreams merge into a singularity!
Sex? He doesn't know what sex is! It never crosses his mind! Hell, he doesn't know what his name is!
This is jaw-dropping time!; praying time, "God, just let me get a chance to talk to her! I'll give all my income to charity; I'll volunteer to help the Special Olympics! Anything! Just give me the chance!"
She, doesn't have to utter a word. His heart was captured with just one vision. He's smitten. This is the Love those obscure writer wrote about through the ages! God, it feels good!

There may be some blending between #1 through #3, but these are the guidelines. Men don't deviate, ladies.
Women, discovering which catagory you fit into is not difficult. Watch his eyes! Listen to the words.
If you are in catagory #1 or #2- Have your fun, but never get committed. Nothing you can do will change his view of you.
If you are fortunate enough to be in category #3.
You don't have to do Sh*t!
Re: The Phone Call by Epi: 5:12pm On Feb 24, 2009
Today I cried because my mom was crying and was saying that my father-in-law lied to her again.  I don’t know what about but my mom packed up some of her clothes and is staying in a hotel.  I just keeping thinking to myself is this really happening?  What if they get a divorce?   I can’t handle this because I don’t want to see my mom go through another divorce for the third time?  It’s sad because my mom is just 53. . . . .Grrrrr
Re: The Phone Call by hansibone(m): 3:13pm On Mar 03, 2009
@epi

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm cry
Re: The Phone Call by Epi: 6:24pm On Mar 08, 2009
I'm making a black woman cake cause I'm hungry as hell. And the sweet tooth I have only a sista can break the spell.
Let me reach into my spice rack to see what I can get. To make a mix that will stick to my stomach you can bet.

2 cups of intelligence
1 cup of sugar brown
(Cause she's got to be sweet, mental, deep and sound)
Cinnamon is always good to accent the taste
A few cups of culture, so she's down for her race
(You see I won't bite into anything that's not conscious of its own, that's why I stick to chocolate and leave angel food alone)
I am adding butter cause she must be smooth
2 raisins for the dimples will also be cool
I must add eggs so she can reproduce
(Can't leave her hanging cause I like children too)
I think I'll add a little salt, to balance her out
And a dominant profile, to show she has clout

For a responsible woman, I'll throw in some yeast
(So she'll swell with juices, when I'm ready to feast)
I'll add 7 cups of courage and into the oven to bake
Turn it to 360 degrees, To balance out her mental state

Now that it's done brothas, I won't share her wealth, but I'm sharing the recipe as I'm consuming this black woman all by myself.

Written by a black man
Re: The Phone Call by bluespice(f): 12:02am On Mar 09, 2009
i need me a man
word yo! tongue
Re: The Phone Call by Epi: 9:46pm On Mar 17, 2009
I don't know how to love him.
What to do, how to move him.
I've been changed, yes really changed.
In these past few days,
when I've seen myself,
I seem like someone else.

Don't you think it's rather funny,
I should be in this position.
I'm the one who's always been
So calm, so cool, no lover's fool,
Running every show.
Now he scares me so

Yet, if he said he loved me,
I'd be lost. I'd be frightened.
I couldn't cope, just couldn't cope.
I'd turn my head. I'd back away.
I wouldn't want to know.
He scares me so.

Should I bring him down?
Should I scream and shout?
Should I speak of love,
Let my feelings out?
I never thought I'd come to this.
*What's it all about?*
Re: The Phone Call by kay9(m): 12:15pm On Mar 19, 2009
You write good, epi. Like the frankness of your poems
Re: The Phone Call by Epi: 3:13am On Mar 20, 2009
When you find my lifeless body
there will be a note inside my pocket
don’t be afraid to open it,
for you will unfold the reasons
behind my untimely departure from your world.

Please tell my mother it wasn't her fault
She raised me the best she could
Now I must take an eternal rest from
All the havoc life has thrown my way
Somehow, I couldn't stay strong, I had to let go

I hope that my daddy don’t look down on me 
He may be disappointed, maybe even feel guilty
For not being a part of my life all these years
Or maybe he's already where I'm going
We can catch up on all the years we've missed

Only tell my family you found me here
They will know what to do from this point
I thank you for being the one
The one to help me put an end
To all the madness I've endured

(Open the letter-it reads)

Dear TO Whom It May Concern

I dreaded this day would come that you would have to read this letter. I have kept it in my pocket for the past days. I tried to be strong. I tried to brake free, but he wouldn't see it any other way. The bruises you see, they are a reflection of the horror I've endured. If this is the only way for me to be free, then so be it! I will miss my family, they will cry for me. But they will have to understand that i was living in a never-ending prison. Where the man they call “good person” beat up my self-esteem.   I pray that other abused women will hear of my death and wake up, and get away. I would like to serve as an example for women to open their eyes before it's too late. Because as you can see, it was too late for me, Good Bye cruel man, thank God I'm free!

~~~~DEDICATED TO ALL ABUSED WOMEN, GET OUT BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE!~~~~

© hazeleyez2000
Re: The Phone Call by Epi: 9:08pm On Mar 22, 2009
I lay on my pillow
Tossin and turnin
I can't believe
What I'm seein
In my dreams.

You betrayed me
Three times over
Though I never
Saw it comin
Somethin felt out of place.

You was my friend,
You was my sista,
No one could ever conceive
The depths of our relationship
But you threw it all away.

And all I can say
Is why?
Who was there for you
When your peeps closed the door,
It was me, waitin in the rain.

Who fed your mind
With positive words
While depression
Wanted to swallow
You up like the ocean.

Nights you cried
I wiped your eyes
Till I had no paper
Left to dry them,
And had to use my shirt.

When your kids
Were hungry
I fed them
And when they were cold,
I held them.

What have I done
To deserve this knife
That you so
Deceitfully drove
Into my back?

My sista
My friend
Why did this union
Have to end
On such a sad note.

I thought I meant
More to you
Than just another
Person out to hurt you
But I guess I was mistaken.

There was nothing
I wouldn't do for you
Cause you meant
The world to me
This shitt is real.

I can't explain
The pain this knife
Has caused me,
There is no one person
Who can remove it, but you.

I can't breathe sometimes
Tryin to figure out
Your intentions
Behind the kaos
You so carelessly created.

And yet I still
Love you
As this knife stays
Pierced to my soul,
Waiting for you to remove it.

Forgiveness is given
To those deserving of it
But who am to say
That maybe, just maybe
Deep inside you are sorry.

I wish to forgive you,
But this knife
Is beginning to rust
As it sinks deeper
Into my back.

Can you understand me?
Do you even care?
Was it meant to be this way?
Are we destined to live as enemies?
I want my sister back, but does she want me?

I never would have known
That the one I trusted the most
Would be the one I would
Be forced to hate
And wish harm and bad fortune.

Is life treatin you better now
That I am gone?
Are the friends you chose to keep
True to you
Like I was?

Will they sacrifice
Their homes
To prove their
Loyalty to you,
Or are they all fakes and fonies?

I'll let you
Think about it,
Let it sink in,
And maybe you might
Realize that you were dead wrong.

I can admit I was wrong
To seek revenge,
But I was lost and confused
At the thought of you
Ever hurting me.

So what's it gonna be?
Who will make the next move?
I wanna say I miss you,
But really,
What is that gonna prove?

Do you wanna stop
This madness?
Are we ever gonna
Be friends again?
I don't have the answer, do you?

© hazeleyez2000

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