Property,
Art is my,
this....vagina is my,
I am not your....,
Property,
High squeals and sun rays coating sight,
heart beats slow as the joke reach its peak,
but you are too much to teach,
Property,
Art is my,
this....vagina is my,
I am NOT your...,
Property,
spontaneous in arousing ways,
Paris for breakfast,
Bali for lunch,
The moon for dinner,
But you are all about your Inner..self,
Property,
Art is my,
this......vagina is my,
I am not your,
Property,
Adult...business..care,
you have the scent of over driven adolescence everywhere,
but taking steps back...you're too attached,
PROPERTY,
art is my....,
this....vagina is my,
my time is my,
my home is my,
my body is my,
I........am not your,
property.
May 23, 2019
May 23, 2019 at 8:52 AM UTC
cover your scars in paint,
there is art on your body,
recreating would be a hobby but we let it sink,
Pain is art in drastic form,
Rain on our parade,
We love a storm,
To stay inside so our love never mourns for one another,
I have discovered love for you deeper under cover,
But that’s no secret,
I smile when you vent about your day cause you’re in love and I peeped it,
I wrote poems of our loves true meaning in secret to keep this,
when I need reminders of how my heart sunk in oceans of your beauty and how far it’s deep in,
Sea level.
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 1:52 AM UTC
beautiful as God’s favorite portrait,
as romantic as true loves first kiss,
why do you grow from earth and not my heart,
my love,
my sunshine,
my flower on Sunday morning.
Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 12:45 PM UTC
there once lived an old man in the country side,
who sat out on his porch for an hour every night at 11:00pm,
One day,
I went over to his house to ask him how he’s doing and ask him why he sits out here at the same time every night,
when I asked..he replied,
“There is a small beautiful joy in 11:59pm.... it helps me appreciate living through the day and living to see tomorrow”,
I paid no attention and kept it moving,
One night,
very chilly with clear skies,
the old man didn’t return from the hospital,
and that night the moon shined a lot brighter than usual,
I sat out on my porch that night looking over to his......,
realizing how much I missed seeing that old man,
......since it started getting late,
I got up and began to walk in the house,
...but suddenly I heard a creak that sounded like a wooden chair,
It was the old mans chair that started rocking back and forth like someone had just gotten up,
I then looked at the time and realized...,
That was the day I started appreciating,
11:59.
Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 7:01 PM UTC
My hands quake,
my mouth quivers,
my nails dig into the skin on my stomach,
my breathing grows
heavier and
heavier.
Finally, you grab my hand
and I am fine.
Then I awake.
Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 4:24 PM UTC
you are my adorable pearl, the one i long for every blessed day and night.
your love lightens my soul and kindles it with melody for your sweetness in excess.
and just like the night stars catches the attention of every eyes, you became the cynosure of my hopeful eyes.
it is as apparet as the breaking of a new dawn that i'm profoundly lost in the paradise of your unshakable and unatainted love.
Omo baba Medubi, only in the hearty glow of your soulful eyes, i findeth solace and tranquility
Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 4:23 PM UTC
i speak not
yet i write these words with fervor
i spill forth my illusionary dreams
and you’ll fall in love with my hallucinatory fever
is it a delusion if this is a delusion
join me in my make belief madness
like alice, we’ll revel in childlike wonder
so scatter the bouquet and dream in the land of flowers
Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 4:22 PM UTC
he has the heart of a daisy
what does that mean?
he shook his head, offended
never quite understanding why it was an insult either
...
if daisies are frail
why do they still dapple the emerald hillsides
like pieces of fallen clouds
do not be fooled by the delicate imagery
dainty petals and swaying stems
they too, brave the March winds
and harbour more than shallow things
their roots cling deep to their mother soil
it is human imposition
and mortal eyes too often look only petal deep
neither feminine nor masculine
nor weak, frail, or strong
they carry the mystery of the wild in their xylemic veins
Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 4:21 PM UTC
late at night, i lie awake
thinking of things i should have said
all the mistakes i've made
and signs i should've read
then think about what i can't live without
you, front and center in my mind
sometimes it feels like halfway love
almost, but not quite
still, parts of you make me whole
who i am and who i need to be
i think of love letters that weren't torn up
feelings of blue and green
when i'm without you
blank page, artless innocence
i realize how dependent i've grown to you
and feel the need to create a distance
sometimes i look up at the purple sky
and wonder if you're looking too
i gaze at the colors and the beauty of it all
though its beauty would never compare to you
Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 4:17 PM UTC
She was young,
Desperately searching for answers to questions she had thought of in order to become the women she most genuinely felt,she needed to be.
He was passionate,
Heart of gold,
Brain of pure sponge,
Chasing a dream that he had placed wheels on, hoping it would come to a yellow light.
Their paths crossed like chilling winds and moisture making the most beautiful flurry that winter has ever seen,
The first date was the sign.....and the first kiss was the feeling,
He spoke heavens into her existence,
Praising her such as...”The most preeminent example of my favorite verse Peter 4:8.”, “If the rest of my life was not spend seeing you everyday, I would believe I’m cursed...the night is still young..Let’s fall in love first”
Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 4:16 PM UTC