I'll write a girl a piece of work,
and speak a prayer of no judgement
by her. Lord, don't let another one
call me, "a piece of work"

Let me give a personal measure
to myself;- the ruler isn't long enough
But by the rules of society,
I might be overcompensating,
so I'll have to break them both in half

A human experience,
a pocket full of options
-a tune for my room
Airpods, a moody playlist;
alone to dance without a point to prove
Current location: My happy place

Can I ask for a little more action,
with out really asking
Sounds a bit passive, so I try to
ask in a past tense
And this time around really *****,
so turn around so I can pass the time
******* on your front

"Okay," that last line was kind of dull,
and no excuse for me being so blunt
But could I still ***** a little thought,
and plant a bit of that seed, and see how that story grows,
And take you on a tasty journey; you'll be my main course

"*******," wait no, it's actually a golf course;
looking for a perfect stroke to get it into that hole
My little birdie; let's play, as we pave our way
into a concrete conversation before we go

Lead the way, and I'll chase your ideas like a plan in motion
Press into you, to prove yourself in an interview,
and I'm the one doing all of the reporting
As they say love can sometimes feel like it's getting old,
but I'm sorry, that's still old news to me

So we could chain each other up, but you're free
to do whatever you want to me
I'll be your memory form bed,
and remember all of the best positions
And you could leave the rest to me, and if I did it wrong,
you wouldn't waste your time to lie to me

I know, every expression of your feelings; reading
your body language- as you're my beautiful love poem
And in a spoken word of desire; what's there more of me
to say; to any kind of performance leaving a bang,
Let's make a little slam poetry

It's in this next stanza, I'll tell you of how
I'll dig into you; and thankfully it won't get so boring
As I'm feeling like a power tool, drilling a little pleasure,
to an eventual release, and to ease off the day's pressure

I turn you on; no not as a light, but let me see the light
in your eyes, taken so lightly by other guys
They couldn't see that glorious sight, that acts so bright,
a movie star, as all of the stars start to align tonight

"I'll give it to you straight,"
put a little heavy ecstasy, as you had so long wait
Put this love in a few shreds; a few times I had to grate,
yet it somehow ends up so **** great
I'm just trying to score, and if it feels extra great,
feel free to rate

I just need a place to begin, and the final
destination is how you and I will feel at the very end.

I have a Tetris mind,
building up confidence to paint out words
-block by block
Hanging by the corners, a few nights with
an empty pen;
Current location: Writer's block

Feels like a Friday in between the sheets
catch a thrill with a dose of sleeping pills;
I took too much that it was all a dream
And I'd be so annoyed if you ever called me boo,
I'd ghost you in a second, and haunt you with despair,
to feel wet and thirsty as a bottle of water by the side of your bed
As I play unique to love, but true love is quite rare!

I

The enraged beast; a cutting tongue
to every word that she spoke
Drawing all of those shadows that you
make, with a pencil that was so blunt
She'll cry a river of crocodile tears,
with emotions left behind, as she puts up a front

II

Send shots to the skin,
bullets for eyes, and words of it's smoke
To the smile of death, heard by that
phone call. -I have enough senses towards violence

III

Oh I'm leaving-
now to that place far away to love
And it's tears that taste of gold
            ...sigh, once previous memories!


IV

A soul so *****, so close to the end of day,
I scrub, I scrub, and scrub again until I
can see how it was on the very first day
Knots tied in dust, and a stench unlike
no other, walked all over by the end of day
That's both of us; really just the same,
how I often feel like my pair of shoes at
the end of every single day