this a poem blog...

i just changed my mind....i wanna write on this blog.....
maybe share a little bit about how my day went...but mostly poems.

feel free to comment, though

"Shape"
Call me the sauce of an apple,call me the juice of an orange/
but dont call me a carrot cake, that to me is something foreign/
my legs are crispy with pants kinda torn/
i got a t shirt on, has a deer with 1 horn/
on my feet, i got slippers, like dolphin flippers/
they're orange, blue, green, with yellow zippers/
my hair is long red,and dreaded
intertwined like it were wedded/
only to it self, so only one bed/
is needed, and it resides in my head/
my arms arent even the right color/
they started out green & and now they are purple, blue, and yellow/
got a personal INK man, yeap my own tattoo fella/
so much drawing, when i burp or fart, ink is most def the smella/
i talk how i walk, in circles/
i wear awful clothes too, like my "urkles"/
which arethese glasses that let me see all my urges/
like the pretty girls there....i get body surges/
now i gave you an image, now use your minds eye/
close those sights, think real hard and possibly try/
to peice together those things i said before/
now open them to reveal what i made you adore/
everything i said was a myth, like im 90miles faster/
than racing a champion horse, or racing 8 year olds, i'm in last-or/
i learned that my body is made of alabaster/
your mind does what say because i am its master/
i give you an image and you saw it was fake/
know me, i'm shapeless, and my name aint carrot cake/

Hi, my name is (again)

I started a new blog. Its gonna be happy. Retalk. So lemme re introduce myself.

My name Fletcher-Santana Michael Sharpe. I go by Fletcher, Santana, Dirty Rose, Supernatural, or Ass. I am 19 years old. 9 times tattooed, soon to be 10. I am badly beaten up, with 40 year old knees and asthema out the ass. I am a college track runner. I go to Oakland community college. I plan on leaving there as soon as I get my credits straight. I am also a poet, and sort of aspiring rapper. I like to flow, but I don't wanna flow, ya know?
"I like basket chicks they are nice like new shoes/ but I don't like the ones who look like their name is Matthew"
I struggle with attachment to people. I want their attention, but then I wanna push them away. And that is a oxymoron right there. I try not to act as smart as I am, because then people think i'm smug, and I am the furthest thing from that. I come off as mean, because I am generally honest about how I feel. I don't like faking my emotions. And you know when I don't like you. I won't talk to you, and won't talk about you, unless someone mentions you. I like any girls, and I don't have a "must have" in race, although....it seems a prefer light skinned black women....or the white ones, lol. I hate ignorant music, too. Guccu mayne is not my guy, neither is Wayne. All my music is underground or happyish rock, or hard rock. Like a skate boarder alittle....ha....
Well if you have any questions, just feel free to ask me, and I'll be glad to answer.

Peace,
@>-->--*DirtyRose