Online Fun with my Lil Brother :)

This happened on a lazy work afternoon, while taking a break from my never ending blahjob. My little brother Shane has a habit of getting into weird rap battles, or typing battles, or throwing food battles...he met his match :)

darknesss: lets have a freestyle rap battle

darknesss: ready?

Baboon: ready

darknesss: WORD homie i am the orginal gangster the ornginal prankster, i am jew, but i can rap just like you

Baboon: LMFAO

Baboon: hahaha

darknesss: your face smells like the flu
darknesss: and given enough time it will look like YOU

darknesss: OOOOOOOOOH

Baboon: listen up homie g, im your girl yari...i aint no jew but i spit at you

Baboon: cuz u bring home ur rap and its sounds just like crap

Baboon: then u start with the face

Baboon: when urs is a disgrace
Baboon: OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH

darknesss: if your a pureto rican you proabley smell like chicken and you can't rap worth a crap because takes skills and not looking like a box of pills

darknesss: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH

Baboon: LMAO
Baboon: hahahaha

Baboon: dont be dissin on my spanish when ur lamer than a danish, that's been sittin in the sun, youre a rapper? you wish son! Now go back to yer hole with your FACE and giant mole.

artofdarknesss: LOL

darknesss: okay listen up hermana word up, you rap like a poltican gone corrpt, i know that makes no sense, but neither does your face looking like a fence

Baboon: werd up jewish holmes, you be talkin like a gnome, with its hat up his ass-battle me? i aint yer class. Broken fence?, youre face is dense. Step back lil man, cuz i openin a can.

darknesss: lol

darknesss: omg your good at this

darknesss: most people dont catch on

Baboon: u be battlin da best

darknesss: i think i ran out of steam, maybe you can get me running again if you know what i mean, your face is a carrot, and you talk like a parrot!

Baboon: Your FACE ran out of steam, like a hooker with a dream, best be smart and step down, i be dissin ya you clown, speakin of cracka birds, yer still the king of nerds!

darknesss: i aint stepping down from the crown, your mama was a hoe back in the day, when she rolled in the hay
darknesss: i may be a nerd but at least i am not a turd!

Baboon: OH so we messin with da mamas? yours smells like a llama, she got hit more than a keg, come on know you know she beg, so flush yerself you lil terd, dont be messin with mine werd!

darknesss: Oh hush your little mouth, you little pureto rican from the south, if you think your so good, your face looks like a pile of wood

Baboon: lil brotha dat was whack, like a hobo outta crack. i know im good, dont think to think, your face be lookin kinda pink? whatsa matta? need some watta? here your ass in a silver platta! woooooooo

darknesss: that made me laugh really loud, but at least my head isn't a fart cloud, i'll tell yo what is wack, you are good at this and thats a fact?

Baboon: its a fact, that you lack, what ya need, to succeed, nows da time, for muh rhyme, to let it clear yer not near, to my throne, here's a bone. silly hater, try me later!

We're not Gonna Be Friends...Are We?

Tracing my fingertips slightly,
Softly against your pillow lips,
Getting lost...swimming in your eyes
A Perfect picture of quiet bliss.

Sunlight breaks through the window,
It's dream-like beam lighting your face
My eyes roaming every inch...every freckle
My broken chest fills up with a silent grace.

The world may crash, and chaos may reign
What time is it out there? Who cares, I'm not alone
Our peaceful corner, this eternal bed
This is all we need to feel at home.

Your touch sends electric currents...jabs
all the way down my back, oh lord, down my legs
My breath ragged, against your neck
Aching for a release, my body begs.

No! Why is the room growing dim?!
Your touch slowly fades, Where did you go...
I see, I have been dreaming again
Mind be damned, I can't let you go.

-Yari 09

I'm not Confusing...really...ish.

I am really not that complicated.

I am just my own worst enemy.

I am shy, despite the front I give everyone. Sure I am the life of the party, the comedian and entertainer...but what you don't know is that inside I am having the mother of all panic attacks and I am struggling to not faint. Meeting new people scares me because in my head what could I possibly have to offer that they would make me an asset?

I can't do large crowds, or walking in the mall. I feel like every eye on the place is on me. I feel out of place. Like millions of others in the world feel I guess. I am not unique. Sure I'm always putting myself down, limiting myself, playing down my good qualities...but today I got to thinking...I'm a pretty badass bitch.

I love so intensely, not like obsessive love...chill ok? I'm talking with anyone! Family, friends...significant other...I want them to see my heart...I want them to see I would never hurt them, ever. I rather suffer a billion times over myself than ever hurt anyone. I try my best to be a good person, to show my love every chance I get. I help all I can, as a friend, as a listener, as just plain ole company.

I am not confusing, just confused.