There is no luck, pray yourself
to the one, this is a playground
of hearts, souls get crucified,
we still bleed from love scars,
we've found reasons to reason
with it's chaotic parts, entangled
our lips with graveyards, the script
of love has too much foul, it's a house-
of ruins and fake smile, we all exist
as pawns in this game of tricks and lies,
girls act satisfied; find fault in love, cheat
and find reasons not to condemn their evil minds,
it all begins with pretending like you are-
enjoying the ride; the red roses and blue violets,
the kisses companied by chocolates,
they've learned in love to be articulate,
find good guys desperate, this a page-
with chapters of men googling
for ways not to act out of hurt.
_
I too watered you with love
So that you may forever be a pretty flower,
but here I stand writing poetry in the darkest hour,
little did I knew maybe the true definition of love
is using each other.
Aug 14, 2020
Aug 14, 2020 at 3:39 PM UTC
When days are dark, friends are few.
I was broken, till I met you.
They say roses are red, violets are blue,
I don't know if that's false or true,
all I know is that you are beautiful.
Nov 6, 2019
Nov 6, 2019 at 4:11 AM UTC
One day I'll art a craft-
so realistic that it will blow
your mind.
It will have less rhymes,
It won't be about suicide
or break-ups;
nor about life's up's and downs.
No, it won't carry silver blades
to unwound your past.
Every soul knows
you use to smoke crack
but not what you
went through inside;
Just like that day when you
came to know your stomach
contained life,
you thought to end your time
you walked through these morons
and they'd scroll through your
***** tights,
I imagine how it feels to be 16teen
and carry your brothers son
below your ****
Humans are so dumb enough
to lie to their guilt through
weighing your sins.
This poem I will write one day-
will pound inside the bellies of
the soil monsters who chew
our forefathers into bones,
they will cough out their flesh
cause some how I really
can't get over my aunt's death.
-
I wish you enjoy it....
Jul 17, 2019
Jul 17, 2019 at 3:31 AM UTC
I'm drawn in the depth of your smile.
I neither care if you are using me or not,
from your touch my heart turns numb.
_
I've become an addict
to this sense that I'm in love.
I no longer care if you
feel my heart or not.
_
Your lit-up eyes
are more than enough
to feed and trap
my mind in this dumb lie.
Jul 16, 2019
Jul 16, 2019 at 10:22 PM UTC
With soil we were made,
with death we are to suffocate
alone in the roots of this earth.
Slowly our loved one's
will slowly forget;
Our names on their lips will soon fade
the memories we created with them-
will soon be replaced.
_
Behind that light door,
we will faces our demons alone,
we will burn until we evaporate
into the sins we made.
_
I don't know
but I'm some how-
not ready to die....
I'm scared..
Jul 12, 2019
Jul 12, 2019 at 4:52 PM UTC
The world
is ruined by greed,
fixed by lies to
decisive our logic.
May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 8:16 AM UTC
Let me
_
Let me
Be your breakfast.
Toast and butter me
I wanna be your bread.
_
Let me
Be your warmer when you feel cold.
Take cover and go under
I wanna be your warm blanket.
_
Let me
Be your breath.
Inhale and exhale nicely
I wanna be your lovely Air.
_
Let me
Be your lover for life
Don't look back, just look forward
I don't wanna be
your one night stand.
_
Before
You go to sleep
Take me to your dreams
Let me
Kiss your forehead
And become your favorite kiss
your favorite Lips
among all man
Who failed to understand
You not meant to be played.
_
Before
You go to sleep
Take me to your dreams
Let me
Be your love studio
I'll create love songs for you
So you may listen and dance
Woman I just wanna be your favorite song.
_
Let me...
Be the guy
Who won't lie,
Who will skip work
Just to see you smile
Or hear you laugh.
Capture me with your love
Torture me with your sweet charms.
I enjoy being here
This feels like home
When I'm alone.
_
Let me
Ride rhythms,
Rhyme poetry like I'm sinning.
Let me ignore their childish minds
They think writing poems is gayish.
But woman for you
I'm willing to look stupid.
This love matter
Won't make
sense if you don't
Understand what's poetry for.
Apr 26, 2019
Apr 26, 2019 at 8:40 AM UTC
I have a graphic addiction.
It was first fun
But now it has become
an over controlling obsession.
I have this spiritual oppression.
I regret setting my foot on this station,
what to do,
I'm still in love this controlling
beast, without pure intentions.
Don't be fooled
by the rhymes
And re-read my confession.
I'm trapped in this prison.
No, it's not a physical prison
but my mind's delusions.
Like a flourishing bird,
against the cloud gang
I kiss the air
with my intoxicating breath.
These voices are in norm mode
and my true self is gone.
_
Please help me if you can!
Save my soul before it burns!
Before I cross over to the dead
I don't want to be swallowed
by this land
and meet my grandfather
like THIS
No! it can't happen.
I want to brake through
I want to be like you
be-FREE
and have no exs.
Apr 13, 2019
Apr 13, 2019 at 10:42 AM UTC
Being blak
Is a frequency
you just don't
know it
yet.
Apr 13, 2019
Apr 13, 2019 at 10:09 AM UTC