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I am, highly outspoken,
and, overtly open,
wear my, heart on my sleeve,
where it's not, hard to get broken,
I love, live in the poem,
a life, full of much hope and,
'Love' in my hemoglobin, good emotions keep me going,
Don't take this life for granted, we're all granted special moments.
I wish I could spread the word to the world,
Love, be my slogan.
This world is fucked up, so we need to change it.
Some might not agree and think I'm a deranged kid.
Well, maybe I am...
... Then again, maybe not.
We need to save this planet, cuz one is all we got.
If we pull together, we can make this a better world.
But we've grown too focused on sarcophagi and burials.
It's scary though, the situation's pretty grim,
There's a chance to save it though the chance is pretty slim,
We need to keep hope alive, no way that I am giving in,
The world that I envision's better than the one I'm in.
At the most, it seems that all one can do is hope,
Let's rid the world of evil vices, things like guns and dope.
I hope it's getting through, this message that I send,
I fear I'll fight this battle til the day my life does end.
It feels like one against the world,
Cuz in a sea of people,
I still drown in isolation.
A lonely boy, writing in a cell,
Introverted silence, trapped in mental hell,
Surprised he isn't mad yet, his soul is very brave,
Sooner or later, probably sooner, he will cave.
The weight of the world on his shoulders is too heavy,
Though he tries to keep it calm, it's hard to keep it steady,
He teeters on the borderline of sane and going crazy,
To think of just how strong his bright mind is, is quite amazing.
But the answer's clear, he's sane cuz of the pen,
Though used to being solitary, poetry's his friend.
Often lost in thought, and always deep in writing.
Cutting through the hearts of readers, it is kind of frightening.
His art is beautiful, what this young kid does with synonyms,
Because he realizes poetry makes dreaming limitless.
The walls are closing in,
the isolation's smothering.
This sense of dread and doom is overwhelming me and covering,
I'm loving it, the masochistic part of me's in heaven.
The other side that's dead inside, screams "I want to end it.
Beat up and physically demolished every week.
That's the last time anyone says I'm a freak.
Hold the metal to my wrists, I think the darkest thoughts,
Things could've been so different if I had received more love.
I push the metal blade in, and feel my life escaping..
But to my surprise,
Then I awaken..
The truest love, you couldn't plan it,
Easily the only one for me in all the planet,
Her love's the kind of habit I could never kick off,
And I swear it's true, you, I'll never get sick of.
It's surreal when I say that you are my girl,
even Webster would be, at a loss for words.
There aren't enough verbs, adjectives in any language,
To show you how I feel and how you relieve all my anguish,
But I think I can manage, to express some,
part of how I feel, I think we make a good sum,
You plus me forever, that makes perfect sense to me.
I think I want to marry you and make some memories,
some would call me crazy, even claim that I'm insane
Well, yea, I'm freaking crazy, crazy for you and deranged.
Does any of that frighten you? Tell me and be honest.
If it doesn't, then I'm ready to make you a promise,
To love you forever and we'll never be apart,
I'll love you til the end, even more so than the start.
If you share your heart with me, you'll get mine in return.
Do you accept all of the conditions and the terms?
No need for signatures or any documents for this,
We can make it real and seal the deal with just a kiss.
Every thing I told you comes from the heart, it's true.
To summarize and put it simply, I'm in love with you.
Let me start by saying that you always seem to make my day.
You've brought more warmth into my life than the hottest solar ray.
Your complexion is perfection, in the most literal sense,
If I'm crazy or justified, I'm sitting on the fence.
Should I talk about your lips, how I imagine fingertips, running over them, slowly, as if leaning in to take a sip,
Or how even the simplest text, makes my heart beat without rest,
So fast and hard, it feels like it'll jump out of my chest.
I could really keep on going all day long if I so wished,
I could write you novels based off a shortlist.
But the truth is that I like you. I really do, I like you.
Now tell me that I shouldn't but I really cannot help it, I kinda want you to myself, I know it's selfish, you I cherish,
But I like you, that much is clear.
And part of me wishes that your man would disappear.
I'm sorry, I really haven't slept much,
I'm not thinking straight.
But the truth is still the truth, am I really to blame?
I mean, how can I resist, thinking of your lips, the thought alone fills me with bliss.
That's some crazy ish, yea I made a wish, and well, no wishing well could grant me what I wish. I am just a fish,
Swimming, lost, captivated by precious pools of blue,
I wanna feel your soul, ever close and dive deep into you.
It's the, highly lyrical, pinnacle breaking, mystical, miracle making, atypical poet slash prophet.
The tricky, sick trickster, mister, tongue-twister, off the scale, Richter, freedom dream fighter.
A bit unusual and, slightly delusional, it's indisputable, beautiful written poetry.
Words flow just like a novelette,
Make music like a castanet
A master of the alphabet,
Just tag that as my epithet.
Writing is my medicine,
Without it, I'd be dead.
Or inside an asylum, sitting, talking to a bed.
I'm a seed of hope,
And one day I will sprout.
Till then, my poems say,
what I cannot with my mouth
The poem that I'd never write..
The kind of poem that'd show me in a different light.
I scoff at Benja F bills
Women come and go,
I be popping pills that make the world turn slow.
I yolo hardcore,
Holler at team swag,
Money and the bitches,
Tell her throw it in the bag..
That's the kind of poem that I'd never write.
The kind of poem where I murder everyone in sight.
I keep it real hood.
Gangster all day.
Look me the wrong way,
Dead body in the hallway.
You don't want no problems,
I'm strapped like Velcro,
Dummy I don't play no games, Nintendo.
This made little sense,
something wasn't right.
This is the kind of poem I would never ever write.
It's the pen-equipped rebel, real nutty like pistachios.
Never looking back at the past, or the path he chose,
Tries to keep his passion stowed, but it's such a challenge,
When the world's attacking me, I'm never taking damage.
I use words to my advantage, and the ink stains are my varnish,
Shielding me from any weak attempts to try and tarnish me.
I can weather any weather, whether worse snowstorms or better.
I think I got this poem thing to a Tee just like the letter.
I can turn a pebble to a mountain,
One rebel to a thousand,
Cut myself and bleed, turn my death into a fountain, of youth..
I remember, road trips in the astro,
Times were always great but the trips were never fast though
Such a hassle, wishing it'd be faster,
Looking like a box turtle, moved just as slow.
We'd leave almost every weekend in the summer,
I never thought any of the trips we took were bummer,
In my mind were fun, they probably were funner,
Man, we loved that van, what I'd do for another.
Many great times, sand, beach and sun
Some taboo nights, lustful and fun
Thanks for the times, van,
Damn, what a run.
Remember the past? man, those were the days,
Where the hardest decision was what games we would play.
Our biggest worries were scraped knees and curfews,
Now we have to worry bout late fees and work blues,
We'd get our boo-boos kissed and healed by our mothers,
And spend countless hours playin Mario with my brothers.
those were the times, I wouldn't trade it for the world.
My childhood was awesome, I can't put it into words.
Hay mucha negatividad.
No tanta caridad
Porque no todo el año?
Porque hacernos daño?
Hasta los amigos mas cercanos se convierten en extraños
And I don't understand it,
What's wrong with this planet?
Why is there such evil?
If there's a God then why'd he plan it?
El hombre ha matado mucho mas que cualquier cancer.
There's way too many questions,
And not nearly enough answers.
I am a peasant, you are a goddess,
Dressed in vestments of colors like comets,
No less than, a tempest, with droplets so spotless
A present so pleasant, the bestest, I promise.
"The world sees me looking in the mirror,
Images of me, getting much clearer, dear self",
I wrote a letter just to better my soul,
Trying to keep it all together, wrapped and under control.
I have a dream like Dr. King once had
A vision of a time where not a thing is bad.
Where every body is an equal, and they've met their needs,
The only addicts live off compliments and good deeds.
War is nonexistent and they've banished the gun.
Every automobile runs off energy from the sun.
I have a dream like Dr. King once dreamed.
I'm fighting for my dream, a dream to be free.
Don't you see the issue?
What's the bigger picture?
Is it logical to pay a nurse less than we do a pitcher?
This madness needs to end.
To me, it makes no sense.
I just want to shed some light, I don't mean to offend.
We have much to fear,
The answer's never clear,
But we need to question everything that fills our ears.
Cuz half of it is strange,
Half the people are deranged,
This world needs so much help, its up to us to make a change.
Sometimes I question, what's the purpose to my writing?
But when readers compliment me, I can't help but keep on smiling.
The answer's pretty simple, I write because I love it.
Creating art and beauty, masterpieces built from nothing.
To me it's so exciting, one of my many passions.
A world without the poet's very morbid to imagine.
The world would be so different and it would've gone to waste,
All the poetry I've ever written, gone, and lost in space.
But I'm glad that's not the case,
I can't help but be amazed,
Since my poems started trending, there's a smile on my face.
They've been here from the start and also passed the test of time,
Broken through the fourth dimension,
All this with simple rhymes.
I try to shed some light into this world that's very dark.
So hello world, I hope that when I leave, I've left my mark.
With so much evil in the world, it's hard to stay strong.
So much bad among us, it's so easy to go wrong.
There's people filled with malice, people who discriminate.
Their hearts have become callous, and seem to live off deepened hate.
Degrading what is different, and they don't even care,
or fathom we're alike, like phonemic sounds in pairs.
Whether black or white, whether blonde or a brunette,
We all bleed the same, yet we're so quick to forget.
Is it because it's easier to do nothing than to learn?
It's hard to save the planet, easy to watch it burn.
Such a fine line in-between, it is hard to distinguish,
The moment that we give up is the moment that we're finished.
But we can't be submissive, not one person's typical
We're all one of a kind, that's distinctive of a miracle.
Nothing will ever change, if we don't ever try.
It starts with just two vowels, it starts with U and I.
The answer isn't hidden, it's found in the Preamble,
The answer's We the People, let's be shining examples.
A feeling so sublime and you put your hand on mine,
And you look me in the eyes, so I'll take it as a sign,
So, uh, put away the wine and turn off the candle's light.
You could be the devil's wife but thankfully you're mine.
Let us just unwind, and you don't have to worry.
Yeah, let's make a movie written with the greatest story.
We, we're barely sober and I'm kissing on your shoulder
and although you're such a lady, me, I'm acting like a Dober...mannn
Damn, your kisses are on fire.
I can't help it but i wanna take you higher.
Higher than you're used to, I know angels fly high.
It turns me on to hear you moaning as i touch you, let out a sigh.
We rip our clothes off like kids on Christmas night,
Start ripping presents open hoping their wish list is right.
Now your body's getting hotter, it seems to match my lust.
I just can't hold it and no drug can match its rush.
So hush, I must, let my tongue slowly explore,
Every single inch of you as your body begs for more.
I know, I know that you're wetter than the ocean,
Your body is a typhoon, let's put it in to motion.
Grab my hands and take a hold,
Shh, don't say a word.
Feel me in your soul.
Let's drown out the world.
You're sweating all on me, I'm sliding deep in you.
The lady goes in hiding and the freak starts creeping through.
Doggy, missionary, honey, tell me, what you wanna?
I'll have you breathing heavy and sweating just like a sauna.
So we can do whatever, I'll love you true forever,
Just look me deep in the eyes as we cum together...
A poem written with lascivious thoughts,
Closer to the flame, what a ridiculous moth,
I'm driven by the lust, I felt so compelled
To close the distance between us,
I'm lost, can't you tell?
Are you a devil? Angel?
Neither heaven nor hell,
Could break this spell I'm in, I keep sinning, I love it, oh well.
Now its time to give in,
This night is a sin,
I lost control of my own body but this feels like a win.