People say I'm the life of the party
Coz I tell a joke or two
Although I might be laughing loud and hearty
Deep down I'm still blue
So take a good look at my face
You'll see my smile looks out of place
If you look closer you can trace
The tracks of my tears
Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 10:08 AM UTC
Through your poems I finally found you,
prints of soul in your tracks led me to you ,
your raw heart stripped mine open and bare,
exposing these emotions that I now have to share,
my demise began when I introduced her to you,
erasing my destiny that was written for you,
I wander in misery,settle in denial ,live in daze,
striving to unravel the clue to this maze.
How do I recite metaphors in verses of a poet?
How do I sing rhythm in the lyrics of a singer?
How do I draw color in the brushes of a painter?
How do I guide him in this different channel?
How do I tell my best friend that for him I've fallen.
Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 8:37 AM UTC
She knows not
Of how sheer she lays in the corner of her bed ,phone one hand,void the other
Of how much from her world, in her eyes,you can gather
Of the pain her sore feet reveal,running from yet another
Of how bluntly her heart drips ,may these phrases bolt her rather
She knows not
Of light.gloomy and dusky is the shine her tears reflect
Of her influence,vigor,strength,flair and respect
That to another living soul, her fritter is their glitter
That to be a victor you cant be a quitter nor bitter
She knows not.
That her suitor holds on to her hand at the end of the story
That her journey already started in the midst of her worry
That her fright and dismay will soon be her glory
That her misfits are the brisks to the brush of her poetry.
Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 8:37 AM UTC
Hey, was the tremble in our bodies from the first magical touch, on the couch, unreal?
Or was I really a victim of the aftermath of the couch shakedown?
Hey, did our eyes lie to our hearts when they let their own raw ones open while they stared at each other?
Or should I have covered these naked eyes from the scorching effect of the glance, the stare, that stare?
Hey, did the embrace of our lips, chests close, beating together, finally put out the burning desire?
Or didn’t I have a true audience for the harmonious sound of our heartbeats and the dance of our lips?
Hey, were the long hour phone conversations long enough? Enough for our longing voices to match the hours away from seeing each other?
Or was I long gone in the radius of your diverse land of thought as I dived more and more into your pool of sweet utterances?
Hey, were you ever tired for running miles, miles and miles without long breaks in my mind? Were you?,
Or had I become a squatter,lost, creating a race that I foolishly waited a medal for? Was I to be awarded?
Hey, wasn’t parting shot the medication we both never wanted to take?
Or did I read a different prescription for every painful goodbye I had to make?
Hey, in the end, I wonder did you ever cross that four letter bridge between I and you?
Maybe I should have taken one last aerial view over the fallen, broken, damaged bridge that you left behind on your way to you.
Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 9:51 PM UTC
Maybe he was my forbidden fruit ,the bite that rottens the Soul,
The Soul that reeked of his blended poison of love and Agony,
Agony,disarray ,desolation everything despairing and yet him i still Yearn
I Yearn for the roots of his intimacy that yielded these fast pounds of my Heart
A Heart that can no longer be instructed on how or when to cease from loving HIM.
Loving Him has grown into these weeds that I try each day to uproot from this garden of Forsaken
Yes,Forsaken,deserted,deeply absorbed in the soils of his Mess
My Mess,his ,whom to blame?Existing in his hazardous habitat is all I know
All I know now is waking up to the echoes of the silence of his heart when mine calls out his
All I know now is living through the plague of his touch ,when my body desires for his
All I know now is sleeping in his bed of absence with hope that one day ill be HIS
All I know is that I am hopeful of a fertile fate and the harvest of redemption awaits
Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 6:07 PM UTC
I search,he search,she search,they search,we all search
I love,he money,she ring,they power,we all, nothing much
I lonely,he distraught,she despair ,they malice,we all have no touch
I his money,he my love,she their power ,they,we all ring in this match
I power,he ring,she money,they love is not in their bunch
I ring ,he power,she love,they money ,in the end love is what we all patch
Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 12:02 PM UTC