Biography of Phat Poet
My real name is Matt Tia, born and raised in the bay area Santa Clara/ San Jose to be exact.. And was brought up by my father who is samoan and my mother who is mexican.
I began writing around the seventh grad and continued till about my sophmore year in high school. But over the past few years I've lost5 close family members and revisited writing to help me cope.
As of right now I am trying to get my first book published and am happy with life because I am about to become a new father.
I thank you all who have took the time to read my work.
Phat Poet Poems
Its Sunday morning And I'm ready to shed the Past weekends sins, But this day is different...
Are you my wonder woman. The only true good one. The one I can confide in The one I can trust life with.
I Need To Write
I need to write... I need to write like a crack head needs another hit on that pipe; just like him I can't get through my day without it and doing it makes me feel right... I want that rush that all natural high to help me sleep at night; that feeling you get when It seems like your words carry a sweet message like a humming bird and have the ability to take flight... I need to write because if I don't I might lose my touch; and I can't have that because at times I have a smooth vibe that the ladies seem to love so much...
Always & Forever
When I first seen you I knew I had to have you I wanted to embrace you in my strong arms; keep you close to my heart and guarantee you see no harm...5 foot 11 with a soft caramel complexion; not to mention hips and dips built to perfection... Coke bottle shape with an angel face; making it so that I'd rather be here in this moment rather than any other place... As the night wore on I really felt the need to approach you but i'll admit I was more than a little scared off; nervous as hell because all I could think about was the eventual process of our clothes coming off...hoping that I can be your partner tonight; please believe this young man will go the extra mile to make sure every inch of your body gets treated right...so I apologize for stairing but its just so hard not to as you sway to the music body moving to the beat; your hot as hell and every movement just turns up the heat...
I Wonder If
I wonder if u see me watchin and waitin; As my mind fills with anticipation... I get nervous and giddy I mean who wouldn't your just so beutifull and witty...
2pac And Mr. Hughs
This one is for one of the greatest poetic minds of the 20th century and the greatest lyracist to ever rock the mic; Mr. Langston Hughs and Tupac Shakur... Born into two different worlds and 69 years apart; but both dealing with similar struggles and shared a bunch of ish thrown in their way to set them up for failure from start... One grew up during racial turmoil and dealt a father that doubted his own sons dream; and the other born into a political uprising and a mother who was in and out jail for what she believed... Both couldn't see what they meant to do was with'in classroom walls; so both of em ran with their talents and put their talents to pen and verse, and said to hell with em all..
The shape of you is beutiful, More than you will ever know, From head to toe... Because your carrying something special,
Women are the object of our affection, Yet half the time we treat them like they are interchangealbe like a fresh pair of j, s, And their only use is relief to a stiff erection, While we act like it would take to much from our manhood to show a little appreciation.....
Explicit thoughts are aboundent Inside this mind of mine, Because I wanna take you and brake you...
Naked In Bed
Beutifull woman laying naked in my bed, I'm frozze by your beuty from the soles Of your feet to the top of your head, I can't believe I'm about to
Your almost here an amazing gift from the lord up above, Your my chance 2 do something right and make for sure you never go a day feeling unloved... You may not know this and u probobly never will,
Women are the object of our affection,
Yet half the time we treat them like they are interchangealbe like a fresh pair of j, s,
And their only use is relief to a stiff erection,
While we act like it would take to much from our manhood to show a little appreciation.....
We boast about how many we've conquered while in conversation with each other,
But we then straitain up a little while in the presence of our mothers...
It just puzzles me sometimes about how callus and vien we as men