I am a reflection of your creation
A fruit bared from your inventive womb
My inimitable genetic make up parallels my life story
A puzzle never debunked; the apple never to consume
I am a reflection of your creation
Unfortunately every mirror is bound to fog
I am the bridge between heaven and earth
Let your decision be the inevitable epilogue
I want to be a reflection of your creation
With frequencies and wavelengths understood
Every genetic makeup contains your fingerprint
Intelligence was blurred but wisdom was good
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 2:29 AM UTC
My mind takes it reserved spot on the tip of a turning top
Am I the one causing it to spin?
To stop and think puts pressure on my assumptions
But maybe I should instead look within
Whats in the bag? Whats in the bag?
An army of misread metaphors
A 4th dimensional space, is mine to taste
But only I can open up that door
I grew strong legs to carry my bagagge
To leave it behind wasn't even a thought
I tried to outrun my problems, cupid and God
But its love itself that has me caught
I took my reserved spot in the chair of an open mind
I didn't want to look in the mirror because I was scared of what I'd see
A flawful analogy of pure sensuality
And it turns out that I actually love me.
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 11:29 PM UTC
I've always been good at it
Such a promising talent
We must not speak of this lustful secret
Be chaste, be a lady, be silent
But when you slide within my walls
When you whisper your desires
When you slam into my being
All my morals begin to expire
My eyes darken with malice
My soul flickers with sin
My thoughts shutter with such kink
And I would do it all over again
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 11:41 PM UTC
I’ve never been one to stop and look at the clouds
Until you became the sun that rises and shines behind
You never know that you’re missing something until you find it
Anxiety pulls at my attention but it’s you that steals my mind
I see you in the atomic ribbing of strawberries
So humbly sweet although having every reason to be boastful
I smell you in the subtle mist of coconuts
Delicate and dainty but so alluring that I crave a nose full
Your eyes tell a million stories with every blink
I could read them like an English major’s passion
I see a lot of you in my reflection
I could wear everyone else’s smile but that’s not my sense of fashion
The words slip my grip when trying to describe this sense of déjà vu
I get a familiar fulfillment every time our eyes lock
Consume me with your aura and devour me with your vibe
There’s no limit to us when we’ve once lived off the clock
Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 12:37 AM UTC
I lied there tainted with corruption
You took what little bit of purity I had left with force
A red stamp of fright across my face
An amber alert sent out for your remorse
I was numb with disbelief
My helplessness was your trophy of pride
A tear never shed and a word never screamed
But internally I had wished I would’ve died
Gruesome scenes of aggressive behavior
Dreams of running away
The light was never shed on your disgusting actions
And I gather myself from shattering ‘til this day
Move on from it like a storm over a garden
Put a brave face and let them believe it’s true
I still flinch when someone is lying next to me
You’ve cracked my porcelain but I forgive you
Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 11:58 PM UTC
I can taste your chastity
Tipping on my tongue as I watch
Consumed by your virtue
Baffled by your grace
How?
How does one breathe with such innocence
And laugh with no worry
I heard you were sheltered
Its easy when you've been born in silence
Watch my eyes as I ponder
Egged on by your serenity
Why?
Why do you speak with white letters
And laugh with no worry
Jan 7, 2016
Jan 7, 2016 at 7:17 PM UTC
There are periods at the end of sentences that call for silence
My whole life seems to be that pause
Because when I wake up I seem to always feel alone
Whether to not even try that day is a simple coin toss
Everyone sees me as being so strong
But the strongest people are just better at hiding it
Because when I look into the mirror I am not pleased
My pride is a gag and I am biting it
When you pour water into a cup
there's a certain extent before it becomes overflow
Allow me to be the silhouette of a porcelain glass
And my unexpressed emotions have no where to go
But it's never been a trend to admit you're scared
Scared that you might turn on yourself
Because sometimes I feel like something takes over
Covering my mouth from crying for help
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 3:37 PM UTC
There have been thoughts that have popped up in my mind every now and then like a dead beat dad on holidays.
There have been break downs that I hide in the fabric of my pillow case as it muffles my whimpers
There have been hidden cries for help that won't dare move past my quivering lips to keep on my mask of "I'm okay"
I'm not okay.
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 3:30 PM UTC
As you walk the streets blind to the truth
Does money sculpt your perception
We see a struggle to fight through the day
You see laziness painted with your deception
Levels of hierarchy built by the bricks of immortality
Paper defines how long one lives
unable to afford a decent insurance plan
Taken for all we got but hated if we don't forgive
How long will it take until justice affects the top of the food chain
How long until an eviction notice will be on their doors
We all know the IRS wont ask them for overdue payments
But one will listen if its written with, "Sincerely, the Poor"
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 7:45 PM UTC
As I sit here and tear up
And scrounge around through old papers
Struggling to find the right words
I've only came across a few:
Your love makes me
Full
Drunk
Hungover
And back to the start
The craftsmanship God went through to make you
Is just....
magnificent art
Your tongue slithers to enunciate words
But I can't get past the sight of you
Your heart glows brighter than your smile
My personal sunlight, molding me anew
Your love makes me
Laugh
Cry
Scream
And a bit sublime
Your love elevates me
Inspires me
Enlightens me
Remixes me
All at the same time
May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 12:10 AM UTC