I am sitted close to far away, and I am admiring your physical features like a disabled person
I am but a writer but here to Impregnant your demons
So tell me handsome man, does your charming face match your ***** mind?
Pliz do tell me young lady is that the Man you want wrapped around yours hands?
Happy to be loved yet remember love hurts more than hate
And there is no love like hate
So I hate you to the extent I start to love you!
I am but a writer but here to Impregnant your demons
Let my seeds grow in a season which only has ten seconds
You do nothing but let them multiply seven by seven
Now dear poet write as if I am your father
I WRITE ONLY TO INSPIRE!
I use simple words to confuse an enemy
My Deuteronomy, Difficult words will only make him happy
I am but a Writer but here to impregnant your demons
Samples and traces at the place where we first kissed say
that I carry Satan's D.N.A
don't be scared now dear lover,
love me as if I am your baby's father
I'd love to see you dressed in fire
Lets INSPIRE!
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 8:17 PM UTC
This is how our story began
Not once upon a time,
but just hidden in the lines
And circles that surrounded all our crimes,
A CYCLE OF PSYCHOPATHIC LOVE THAT ALL THESE OTHERS POETS FAILED TO DESCRIBE
Sometimes I but wonder how I out-matched the world in terms of defining Love
Take it this way;
IF I GAVE YOU MY HEART IN AN ENVELOPE, WOULD YOU RETURN IT BACK OR WOULD YOU KEEP IT SAFE BESIDES YOUR HEART?
I am here to talk about Art; you see
But you know you're a masterpiece in my Gallery
Ooh so but poor, I have no Masters but I am a Mastermind
And I hope you dont mind if I take you to a place where the Monsters hide
cause I plan on making you not only a bride!
I just grab my pen and rhyme about my serial killer girlfr'nd that loves to play with her knives
CAUSE THE WORDS "i love you" IN THIS GENERATION ARE SO OUT OF FASHION, RATHER YOU SHOW IT BY ALL YOUR ACTIONS
I took my serial killer girlfr'nd in on a date at my place
I took my kitchen knife
and told her to end my life
just to die happy by her side!
Nov 18, 2016
Nov 18, 2016 at 1:37 PM UTC
It is normal for a demon to attack you; late at night,
but when it happens during day time, you gotta tell them you got a heart attack!
Brain's Bursting, My demons keep on laughing, They got me shouting,
Depression's haunting and I just gotta jump off a mountain
The answer is always Hell or Heaven,
but what is the question?!
WHY AM I RUNNING?
WHY AM I LIVING?
WHY DO I WANNA SURVIVE?
WHY DO I WANNA BE LOVED?
There is simply no reason,
I WAS MADE WHO I AM, BY DEPRESSION AND THESE DEMONS
sorry for not being a better man!
It is normal for a demon to attack you; late at night,
But When it happens during day time, you better ******* RUN AND HIDE!
Nov 18, 2016
Nov 18, 2016 at 1:35 PM UTC
I've always reaked of instability
From the time I was little
I didn't have a home
So when I got older I made homes of people who were never made to stay .
Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 9:13 PM UTC
*Lay this poet down
When the time arrives
In a field of fresh cut words
On a bed of softened rhyme
Feel free to cover me
From my head down to my feet
In a poetic form to keep me warm
Perhaps a blanket of allegory
Place a silken sonnet pillow
Underneath my weary head
In a field of fresh cut words
On top a rhyming bed*
Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 9:06 PM UTC
white man says
make america great again
white man says it
like he ever knew America bad
like he ever knew anything but privilege
white man says
take us back
to better times and
I wonder which he means
maybe genocide
or slavery
or Jim Crow
or woman only knows kitchen
or woman doesn't get vote
or back of the bus
or don't ask don't tell
or all that war and all that death
white man says
make America great again
like it ever was to begin with
other white man says
make America Christian again
like this country wasn't founded
on freedom of religion
like you’re only free to have it
if you love Jesus
white man says
conservative with fear between his own teeth
says the word
like it's a dying breed
like it'd be a bad thing if it did
says it like he knows a **** thing
about what it means to be a minority
white man says
**** political correctness
as if kindness requires too much effort
as if it's a mistake to be considerate
as if words don’t have significance
white man says
Mexican
Mexican
Muslim
says go back
says you're not wanted here
sounds a lot like 1941 Germany
sounds a lot like ******
Mexican
Muslim
brown person
doesn't know how much survival it takes to be one in this country
white man
says legal
like it only means good
like these men who look just like him don't walk into movie theatres and shoot
into schools and shoot
into churches and shoot
into mosques and shoot
into human and shoot
tell me again what it means to be legal
to belong here
to have the right to be alive without chains
say we'd rather have guns walk free than citizens
say we'd rather save money than lives
say this country's got too many problems
say you know how to fix it
white man says
make America great again but
doesn’t know that progress
doesn’t work in reverse
tell me again
how going backward
will make the future any brighter
when our past is a reflection
of all the light
we never really had
Nov 12, 2016
Nov 12, 2016 at 9:16 AM UTC
Sometimes I wonder why I only have two followers on hello poetry
Maybe I am too boring
Maybe I should stop writing and delete my profile
I only get One like for my work
Scared that I'd break
Poets thanks for the hate!
guess I am not so great :(
Maybe I am too boring,
But I am happy, because I gave my followers some hella great poetry
One day you will know I AM GREAT!
Nov 11, 2016
Nov 11, 2016 at 6:56 AM UTC
Those precious little moments,
Where hearts like ours could mend,
When love was all we lived for,
And dreams could never end.
Each precious little moment,
The hopes we held inside,
The good and bad encountered,
All taken in our stride.
Those precious little moments,
When we walked hand in hand,
No longer to be shared by us,
Despite all that we’d planned.
Each precious little moment,
Wrapped in each others arms,
A safely now long gone to me,
Sat here lost in my qualms.
Those precious little moments,
Where love still found a way,
Shared by our souls forever,
No matter what we say.
Each precious little moment,
We never should regret,
The time we had was special,
I will not soon forget.
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 8:54 PM UTC
sometimes getting out of bed feels more like a climbing
and some mornings waking up can be a triathlon of effort
I have completed many
sometimes I am all muscle
sometimes I am all skin
sometimes I am the long lost cousin of regret
sometimes I am the farthest thing from human
some days I am a Saturday
some days I am more Monday
some days I am both
it does not matter which day it actually is
it does matter if I can't remember
I get lost often
in poetry
in the process of writing
in movies
and moments of comfort
I don't think about the future a lot
but occasionally I'll wonder what it would be like to live happily in it
Now and then I'll draw people into mine and imagine how they'd fit
I take things day by day but tomorrow still excites me nonetheless
I was fifteen when I got my nose pierced
sixteen when I switched the stud for a ring
seventeen when I got my driver's license
and at eighteen I finally stopped sleeping with a nightlight
I am terrified of the dark
but I will never admit it
I am terrified of losing things
but I will hold onto my pride like it's my sole source of surviving
I will not always be smiling
know that if I am not, it’s not your fault
know that if I am, it is
it took me years to correctly pronounce ptsd
it took me a few, two exactly
to admit that I have it
know there will be days when the storm is too heavy to fight off alone
the winds too strong to fend off with just these arms
I will not ask for your help
I will think that I don't need it
I will
know that your laugh will never become secondary
your happiness, always a priority
I have loved too much for far too long to not do so consistently
I'm a hopeless romantic
but often times I will just be hopeless
this
is when I will need you most
when the loud of my vocality has turned itself quiet
when I can blame only tired for my weakness
this
is when I will need to be reminded
of that tomorrow that excites me so greatly
tell me
about all the times the stars were told they wouldn't glow bright and center
tell me about all those instances of defiance
tell me about the moments where the sun refused to let the clouds block her bravery
how she still manages to make herself known in the midst of chaos
tell me
is there anything more worth it
than being unabashed in your awareness?
to know that this is what I am
and it is all I have to offer
?
the thing is
I don't have a lot to offer you
only poorly composed sonnets and a good 99% of my affection
the other one percent
I'm saving for myself to have on a rainy day
the thing is
I don't have a lot to give
but I do have words I am willing to tie into stanzas
I will wrap them up and call them gifts
I've got a body,
not perfect but it's mine
and I'd love for you to know it
the thing is
there are a lot of things you should know about me
before you love me
but the truth is
a lot of them you really won't find out
until you do
and that alone
is the best part
about it
Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 10:50 PM UTC