S.H.E
You forget
I'm a girl,
you forget,
I'm a S.H.E..
you forget ...
I'm a.. me
you forget
I'm a woman.....
Be a gentleman
Don't be so ready
to lose your patience with me.
Remember to sometimes walk gently.
Don't be so readily available to slaughter me.
Just because I may seem a little flimsy
sometimes you just need to take it easy.
In the morning when you say your brain is thinking so clearly.
Okay then take it easy remember that
I'm not perfectly always me..
There are moments that I'm selfishly being me and there are times I need you to approach gently less selfishly patiently more gently.
I may be a S.H.E (Emotionally) so let me be.
By.Sharday 12.13.18
Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 12:25 AM UTC
Love stood before Loyalty her soon to be husband and a chapel full of wedding guests wearing a crown of Olive leaves, dressed in light, and holding a bouquet of pink Lilies. Love and Loyalty looked into each other's eyes and exchanged vows.
Loyalty:" My dream of making you my wife has become a reality. I promise to hold you in my arms and keep you safe for all eternity. I promise to cherish you and treat you like royalty."
Love:" I've been waiting for this moment ever since my heart took it's first beat. Like Doves flying on the winds of peace I promise to uphold this marriage above the clouds of serenity."
surrounded by all the virtues Loyalty and Love kissed.
written by Keith Edward Baucum
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 2:02 PM UTC
As Kenya lay on the floor at Club Envy with her lungs burning and filling up with blood from being shot by an unknown person she thought her life would never end like this. Kenya's tears started to flow as she thought of the years she spent slithering with snakes. Her job at the BNB Bank made it easy to launder money for the Black Crime Syndicate. It was six years ago in the month of June that her life took a downward spiral.
Upset at the thought of being late for work Kenya floored the gas pedal. As she passed by the slow moving drivers weaving in and out of traffic Kenya hoped she didn't get a ticket. I just had to stay up late watching the marathon of Funny Man. Now I got to race the clock and pray I don't get stopped the police thought Kenya as she sped past the other drivers. As Kenya pulled into the BNB Bank's parking lot she checked the time.
"It's 7:55am. I made it within five minutes" said Kenya.
Kenya got out of her car and walked through the bank's glass doors. As time passed the employees of BNB got the bank ready for the public. One of the three people that arrived at the time of opening was a new face. Mmmmmm yummy thought Kenya as she walked up to the tall light skinned man.
"Hello sir how may I help you?" asked Kenya as she eyed the man up and down.
"My name is Malik Maxwell. I would like to open a checking and a savings account" answered the tall light skinned man.
"Mr. Maxwell please follow me to my office" said Kenya.
As Kenya and Malik sat in Kenya's office filling out papers Kenya made it up in here mind that she would get to know Malik on a personal level.
After a day's work Kenya got behind the wheel of her BMW and started he drive home. On her way home Kenya called her best friend Jewel Stonewall.
"Hello Jewel how are you?" asked Kenya with one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand holding her cellphone.
"I'm doing great Kenya. What's up?" answered Jewel as she did one of her client's hair at her salon the Golden Scissors.
"Are we still on for Saturday?" asked Kenya.
With a confused look on her face Jewel asked
"Is the day Friday already?"
"Yeah girl what day did you think it was?" responded Kenya.
"To tell you the truth Kenya I thought the day was Thursday" said Jewel.
"No Jewel it's Friday. I'm glad I have a friend who owns a hair salon" said Kenya.
"You better be thankful. I'll talk with you later Kenya" said Jewel.
"Ok bye Jewel" said Kenya.
Kenya Ayanna Night was a plain looking black woman in her 30's who lived a very plain life. She always looked forward to Saturday. A day she would spend at the Golden Scissors getting her hair done and talking with Jewel Stonewall her childhood friend.
written by Keith Edward Baucum
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 2:02 PM UTC
Hatred sits upon his throne of skulls and bones wearing a crown of fire and a robe of blood and thinks on how to **** Love.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 2:01 PM UTC
Wearing a veil of evil they gather together in darkness to join in unholy matrimony Greed and Lust a union of sin with evil grins the groom and bride exchanged vows.
Greed: "I promise to lay riches at your feet and put power in your hands."
Lust: "I promise to fulfill all of your ****** desires."
By the powers invested in evil the bride and groom kissed.
Written by Epic
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 4:24 PM UTC
As Kenya lay on the floor at Club Envy with her lungs burning and filling up with blood from being shot by an unknown person she thought her life would never end like this. Kenya's tears started to flow as she thought of the years she spent slithering with snakes. Her job at the BNB Bank made it easy to launder money for the Black Crime Syndicate. It was six years ago in the month of June that her life took a downward spiral.
Upset at the thought of being late for work Kenya floored the gas pedal. As she passed by the slow moving drivers weaving in and out of traffic Kenya hoped she didn't get a ticket. I just had to stay up late watching the marathon of FunnyMan. Now I got to race the clock and pray I don't stopped by the police thought Kenya as she past by the other drivers. As Kenya pulled into the BNB Bank's parking lot she checked the time.
"It's 7:55am. I made it within five minutes" said Kenya.
Kenya got out of her car and walked through the bank's glass doors. As time passed the employees of BNB got the bank ready for the public. One of the three people that arrived at the time of opening was a new face. Mmmmmm yummy thought Kenya as she walked up to the tall light skinned man.
"Hello sir how may I help you?" asked Kenya as she eyed the man up and down.
"My name is Malik Maxwell. I would like to open a checking and a savings account" answered the tall light skinned man.
"Mr. Maxwell please follow me to my office" said Kenya.
As Kenya and Malik sat in Kenya's office filling out papers Kenya made it up in her mind that she would get to know Malik on a personal level.
After a day's work Kenya got behind the wheel of her BMW and started her drive home. On her way home Kenya called her best friend Jewel Stonewall.
"Hello Jewel how are you?" asked Kenya with one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand holding her
cellphone.
"I'm doing great Kenya. What's up?" asked Jewel as she did one of her client's hair at her salon the Golden Scissors.
"Are we still on for Saturday?" asked Kenya.
"Is the day Friday already" said Jewel.
"Yeah girl what day did you think it was?" responded Kenya.
"To tell you the truth Kenya I thought the day was Thursday" said Jewel.
"No Jewel it's Friday. I'm glad I have a friend who owns a hair salon" said Kenya.
"You better be thankful. I'll talk with you later Kenya" said Jewel.
"Ok bye Jewel" said Kenya.
Kenya Ayanna Night was a plain looking black woman in her 30's who lived a very plain life. She always looked forward to Saturday. A day she would spend at the Golden Scissors getting her hair done and talking with Jewel Stonewall her childhood friend.
Written by Epic
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 2:32 AM UTC
Sweet Men are Like... Rare flowers..those like Jade Vine,
Gibraltar Campion, Franklin Tree, Kokai cookei, and the
Chocolate Cosmos rare and unique hard to find kind
that will not adapt to the principles and
culture of a insensitive rough society. Equipped with
good values that often seem extinct.
Decent and unique men are like..cotton candy, strong visual yet rugged look,
sweet sugar treats melts in your mouth., lightly
won't leave you over filled with heaviness and drama.
Some men are like first class planes...takes you flying high and the ride is exquisite,
stimulating personal, makes you dream big..are
accomodating comfortable, treats you with class.
A wanted man is like.. soothing running waters,, able to quench your heated passions, fulfil
your hungered needs, satisfy your mental thirst, and ruffle your straightened sheets, tackle your
energy and substain a stable environment.
A Good man..is made from the best of fabrics, has quality material, has stamina, drive and
strength sewn in, wears his smile day and night, because contentment with just one and only one
suits him wisely and justly.
A good man has been modified to fit his specific woman all her imperfections, and shortcomings
fit his model and he is equipped to handle them.
In a good man the perfect mixers have been stired blended and folded into his batter.
That when baked to right temperatures brings out the best in his Lady,
hides her sour, and covers her blemishes.
making what was less more better, and completing her short commings and she comes out smelling divine.
A awesome man..In the mist of battles with his woman is like a scattered rain storm.
Can come loud hard or soft and lightly..
but afterward washes in sweet healing cleanses they both can
benefit from and still grow.
Career bachelor Types of men
Some men are like..Hoarders.. they collect all kinds of women
never letting go of any..got more than they know what to do with..
Many screaming for their time and attention.
Investigators...Some men like to spy and see what this one and that one is doing..
Gamblers..They take big risks, put lots at stake and take foolish chances..Leeches...
They hang on you like your all they have and **** you dry of most of your
resources, clingy, jealous, needy, greedy...selfish inconsiderate leechers.
Con artist..They give you a great speech about want they want..
how they will give their all and your all they need.
It sounds sweet and genuine but he's lying. Like Flies... buzzing in your ears..
humming annoying, bothersome, pitiful.. pesty, nosey, going
from place to place spreading nasty germs..reading posting,
bragging think they the stuff when they are just a bug a boo fly and a lie.
Some men are like..Toads big stuffed and lazy..just want to hop on you ***** you.
Do you get all they can from you..Big lazy and have lots of
time of his hands to rib bit rib bit get all you have.
And are crap seekers. Always ready to swollow the energy from you.
Some are Huge liers.. about their past, relationships, friendships, and hardships..
telling lies for sympathy..In the end you'll hate you allowed him to waste your time..
Just my saying by me and my sayings..
Sharday.
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Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 9:23 PM UTC
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1. Deepundergroundpoetry.com
2. AllPoetry.com
3. Powerpoetry.com
4. Theprose.com
5. Thewriterscafe.org
6. Hellopoetry.com
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 3:09 PM UTC
I
always
Find
Freedom
In
Disappointments
By
Changing
My
Perspectives
Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 10:37 AM UTC