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Poetic Artiste Oct 2015
If you fall in love,
with every person you date,
you don't know what love
really is.
Maybe you are just needy.
Thoughts of the day.
Poetic Artiste Apr 2016
Do you really dream about me?
of my warmth?
of my lips,
or of my tongue between your thighs,

Do you ever dream about my sweetness?
of my hands,
of my scent,
or of my smile?

Do you dream about my eyes,
of my face,
of my gaze?
or of my lips locking yours?

Do you ever dream about my touch?
of my confidence,
of my hands cupping your waist,
or of my fingers gliding inside?

What is it that you dream of?
Confess to me the depths of our love in your mind.
Trying something different. Free write. Official Ending TBA.
Poetic Artiste Sep 2017
I imagine pleasing you would be like the slow pleasure of a freshly tuned guitar,
Wanting so badly to strum your chords,
But knowing I must first take it slow.
Poetic Artiste Nov 2017
Taste, sweet as honey,
You’re my favorite dessert,
I’ll savor all day.
Poetic Artiste Aug 2014
My skin lacks comfort.
Terrified of my true form,
I hide behind ink.
I may not have any tattoos myself but I love body art and what it signifies.
Poetic Artiste Jul 2015
Time flew faster,
When we were together,
Sunsets were brighter,
Laughter was louder,
*** was mind blowing,
Conversations were endless.

Then the time came,
When those same conversations seemed stretched,
Laughter rare,
Sunsets were dim,
And the *** came to no longer exist.

Maybe, we were never meant to be together.
Poetic Artiste Jul 2016
It swept me up like a tornado,
and after time I fell
into its warm, dangerous cocoon,
I thought I'd never live to tell,
but then it all ruptured,
and I again was left exposed.
I thought this storm cleared paths for me,
and I'd find a place to call home,
but I had been mistaken,
this storm had been a disguise,
the tornado that swept me off my feet,
and made me feel alive,
has now been the reason I've since never stopped crying.
When you write...and write...and wonder if it makes sense. No edits. Freewrite. I wonder what you think...
Poetic Artiste Mar 2015
I can touch you with words,
I can bring you to heights you’ve never been before,
I can caress your mind and envelop your spirit,
I can **** you so deeply into my expressions you have no choice but to taste them.
I can be your weakness and also your strength,
I can show you beauty in cloudy skies and sunsets,
I can empathize with you,
I can stand by when tears leave,
I can purify your soul and keep your mind at ease,
I can show you how to breathe –if you drown in me, I can be your release.
I can slow time and make you experience moments,
I can show you how metaphors will make you fall in love,
I can play with words until you feel their touch.
I can bring you happiness,
I can cause you pain,
I can show you passion until it drives you insane.
I can tell you secrets,
I can tell you lies,
I can show you heaven and hell through my lines.
Poets have the ability to make you see, feel and hear things in each their own way.
Poetic Artiste Mar 2015
I could heal you;
The toxin that rages inside could be no more,
If you would only give me the tools.

I could find your broken pieces.
I could break down your walls.
I could show the beauty again that once was.

I could be your escape.
I could be the one to give you sunshine after the rain.

I could be your antidote.
I could cancel out their poisons.
I could do the opposite of those by whom you've once been broken.

I could teach you how to trust.
I could teach you how to love.
I could teach you how to once again be you.
I could be your antidote if you would allow me to.
Poetic Artiste May 2016
There is something about the beauty of a woman,
it shines in the whites of her eyes,
and the pearls of her teeth,
it is in the melanin of her skin,
and the black of her hair,
it is in the warm browns,
midnight blacks,
and the pinkness of her hidden flesh,
it is in the smell of her skin,
and the natural pheromone scents,
There is something about the beauty of a black woman,
that keeps pulling me in...
Poetic Artiste Sep 2015
I
Let
My
Guard
Down
and
Gave
Her
The
World
Only
To
Find
Out
She'd­
Reached
For
A
Knife.
Poetic Artiste Oct 2015
At lease I know,
it is natural,
couples fall in and out
of love.
If I get married I want to get married only one time to the person I will be with forever.
Poetic Artiste Aug 2014
When blue skies turn gray,
Darkness spreads like wildfire,
No life to be spared.
Poetic Artiste Jul 2014
The quiet nights spent alone
Cold as the iciest winter
Wandering wondering
If things had happened in reverse,
Would they be somewhat better?

True Affliction
Unwise decisions
Regretting forgiveness that was once given
Faulty thoughts
Impaired judgments
Logic flawed with justifiable reason

Transgressing to levels uncertain
A tornado of doubt destroys every light in sight
With every dreadful memory that resurfaces
Of the darkest times in her life

The anxiety clouds her mind
Uncertainty glares from behind her eyes
Scars of past loves, past exes, past wounds, past lies
They cover her face

Shown in the bags above her cheeks
The darkness behind her pupils
And the depression contained in them
A midnight black
A dark hole only caused by deep sorrow
Unfathomable Heartache

Overly afraid of the unknown
How will she learn to let go?
As if instinctively hesitant of others intentions
She treads vigilantly amongst
Those of even the utmost caliber

Stern refusal to release her guard
Such little remaining to give
She clings sacredly onto the last of her

To think,
Never again will she slip and fall
Blindly into loves tainted cage
Never again will she be trapped in loves locks
Like an animal untamed
Internally shattered in a zoo of impure emotion
How will she decipher the wrong from the right person?

Passively awaiting
The next bearer of alleged variation
When history has too often chosen to repeat
The differences in being different
Eventually turn out to be exactly the same
Poetic Artiste Feb 2015
Her eyes spoke to me;
The deadliest story,
A burden of trust in true loves mourning.
When two hearts meet,
A beating vessel will rhyme,
A chime for two at loves first time,
A pump that quickens,
A panic arise,
How cruel can Love be—when at first sight?
Do you believe in Love at first site? Is love at first site its own demise?
Poetic Artiste Jul 2017
Speechless conversations often lead me to mental *******,
But verbal ******* goes deeper than any relation,
Please excuse my bluntness but the thought alone of straddling your mind makes me weak...
Just a section, previously recorded, second half will not be released.
Poetic Artiste Sep 2014
Unexpectedly,
You sweep me off my feet.
Like when tide meets shore—you complete me.

Without you lonesome walks spur need to reminisce.
As if the tumbling leaves bear a delectable breeze; a trace even—your incomparable scent.

Traveling miles with ease to be lost in my love for you.
No matter the roads ventured,
Promises shed to always find way back through.

Even whilst lost you are radiance—my lantern.
The end of my channel never has shown so bright.
Clearly, with you I see,
If being whole is one, you are the missing piece.
Poetic Artiste Mar 2015
I always wondered,
Are the Stars as Beautiful,
From where you two are?
Poetic Artiste Mar 2015
I thought there'd be a journal,
One we'd keep to ourselves,
To express how we felt,
and not show anyone else.

At least then we could talk,
And issues would be kept private,
Or maybe for you to understand,
The things I hold most silent.

At least I could speak to the pages,
And hope one day they'd respond,
Or maybe my writing and tear streaked lines,
with penned anger dents, and ink smeared stains of all my faults,
...Would let you see I mean no harm.
I don't know what is fixable anymore...
Poetic Artiste Mar 2016
The green gives me life,
I roll them,
I smoke them,
I let my body rise,
I taste them,
I boil them, strain them,
I drink them,
as my favorite tea,
I bake them,
and eat them,
for a higher treat.
Respect the Green.
Poetic Artiste Apr 2016
Excited for the days when I can wake up to your lips,
and the warmth of your body on mine,
I'm waiting for the days when we can spend time together,
and be lost in time,
I'm happy for the endless laughs, smiles, and heartfelt words,
I'm patiently awaiting the day,
when I can be forever yours.
Poetic Artiste Jul 2014
I hate it
I hate liking people
I hate being vulnerable
I hate that I want you

I hate that you have power over me
That I don’t want you to
I hate how beautiful you are
I hate your perfect teeth and clumsiness scars
I hate your weirdness
And your awkwardness too

I hate your sarcasm
I hate your adorable laugh
I hate that your voice is cute

I hate how open I am with you
I hate that you are broken
I hate what you have been through
I hate that every piece of me wishes I could help you

I hate your accent
I hate your perfect hair
I hate your caramel skin tone
I hate your lips
I hate that I still want to kiss you

I hate that you are going to read this
Knowing I am speaking of you
No regrets for what I say
All it is is truth

Most of all,
I hate that I have to pretend
I hate that I have to conceal
I hate that I have to become nonchalant to the fact that I feel for you
So I will continue to hate all the things I like about you.
I really do hate liking people. The words are better said than unsaid.
Poetic Artiste Jun 2015
I used to walk on stage seeking to please others with my verses,
As if my two-cents would somehow—
Seep into the audience and change ulterior motives.
As though poems of true love, respect,
And confidence would touch you like it touches me.

Then I learned this walk,
Is more than hurling metaphors into the atmosphere,
and seeking fulfilling reactions.

This walk is more than wordplay,
Puns of foreplay,
—And kissing the microphone with my rhymes.

This walk is MY Freedom,
See, I know this walk,
I strut with this walk,
I speak, I feel, I see with this walk,
And when my destination is reached,
I make this stage MY home.

No approval needed,
This is the journey of a poet,—
If you can feel it, you can speak it!
Poetic Artiste Oct 2015
to heal,
to cry,
to hurt,
to accept,
to question,
to be angry,
to be sad,
to be disappointed..
to forget,
to forgive,
to move on,
and accept what's dead
I just need some time. I can't pretend I'm happy when I feel like this inside.
Poetic Artiste Oct 2015
I thought it was my duty,
to wait for you to change,
I've spent more time unhappy,
By putting you before myself.
With you I feel trapped,
I need to feel free with someone else.
Poetic Artiste Jul 2016
I never thought I'd say this,
that I'm unsure of what it means to be loved,
or to love another.
I remember the love I've had for past loves,
Nervousness,
Uncontrollable blushing,
Butterflies in my stomach,
Connections that never felt like they could be broken,
The glances I couldn't break,
because I'd be captivated by the beauty of loving them,
then each of those loves ended,
and I'd been forced to leave them in the past,
finding new loves,
new meaning,
new connections,
that don't feel the same.
Now I question the meaning of love,
What does it mean to be in love?
What does it mean to be loved?
What does it mean to love another?
Am I in love?
Am I capable of being in love?
--or am I here existing?
Breathing in this love,
Only because this love feels safe?
I've confused myself on my own beliefs,
when the pure-hearted,
Non-bitter,
Young me,
always believed,
True love never fades away....
So tell me please...
What does it mean...
To be....loved?
To...love?
For you to be in love with me?
I've lost the meaning of this word,
I only hope to some day be shown that someone in this world,
will love me, for me.
I remember when I wanted a tattoo across my collarbone with those 5 words. T.L.N.F.A....but I'm glad I didn't because I don't know if I even believe this myself....If I can't/don't love myself how can I expect anyone to ever love me for me?....What a thing....to see how the tables have turned.
Poetic Artiste Oct 2015
I want to be with someone who wants me,
as much as I want them.
Someone who professes their innermost desires...
Who tells me they miss the taste of my lips,
and that thoughts of my kisses,
made a day well spent.
Poetic Artiste Jun 2015
I linger on your every word,
A faithful prisoner to your imagination.
Sailing to the beat of your expressions,
I feel myself carried across a sea of melodies.

Awaiting the chance to enter your manifest of stowed away words,
To watch them drift across the tip of your tongue,
As I glide the highs and lows of your quivering voice,
And find myself captive to your thoughts.

To sway with your mannerisms,
To cringe and buckle at the swelling of a tear,
When secret lines of heartbreak and love,
Breathe their first breath of air.

To dream and feel what you’ve seen and heard,
To experience the virtue pouring from inside,
When expressions expressed,
Are more than playful rhymes...

To extend keen ears while stanzas overflow—my goose bumps arise.
Your verse fills a void,—caressing places I never thought could feel alive.
Many pray to heal, you chose to write,
I once was trapped—*your poetry gives me life.
There are healing properties in words.
Poetic Artiste Mar 2015
I thought
I shed
More tears
In my last
relationship,
Maybe not.
Poetic Artiste Jul 2016
A wise soul told me,
We do too much for others,
-not enough for us.
Poetic Artiste Oct 2015
With her,
Still thinking
about him.
Ever want to have or be with two people at the same time?
Poetic Artiste May 2016
When your lips meet mine,
I feel my heart flutter,
and when your tongue slips inside,
it pounds like drums.

I could never get enough of your kisses.
The softness pulled me in,
passion burned inside,
One look into your eyes and I feel my body cringe.

Goosebumps rise --you stroke my skin,
My body has weakened,
You pull me closer by the waist,
Your hands caress my back,
your fingers massage my shoulders,

Teasing me until your hands grip my neck,
--I gasp for air,
your grip has eased,
and you gently cup my face,

The forehead kiss I had once missed,
is placed along my face,
I hear your voice tell of your love,
But we can't be together,
Why do I keep coming back,
When your heart belongs to another.
Poetic Artiste Mar 2016
I asked how to be whole again,
and they turned me to God.
...
Poetic Artiste Mar 2015
You told me I could pour my all out to you,
I trusted you,
Even when I saw you, yourself—are punctured.
How can I pour all my secrets into a damaged jar?
Poetic Artiste Mar 2016
Maybe they were never meant to be reached,
and all this time my mind has been clouded?

What if everything I desired,
wasn't my real need?

I've just been afraid,
afraid not to follow my dreams.
Who knows what the future holds?
Poetic Artiste Aug 2014
I wish you could see through me
So you know my intensions with you

I wish you could read my mind
The less I have to verbalize the less you question what is true

I wish you would let your guard down
Allow your heart to be free

I wish you would stop combating
What is undeniably meant to be

I wish the words I articulate
Could teach the morals I value

I wish you were open to understand
Not everyone is out to hurt you

I wish the past hadn’t happened
But if that were so, would you still be you?

I wish you could understand what true love is
Detach the vines you allow to trap you

I wish you could find yourself
Without losing parts of you

I wish I could tell you it is easy
Without having that be a lie to you

I wish my unsaid wishes would someday come true, but they won’t.
Decision set in stone, No one ever again shall become close to you.
Poetic Artiste Oct 2015
Always
faithful
to
the
wrong
person.

When will I learn my lesson?
Poetic Artiste Apr 2016
I
can't
wait
for
my
chance
to
cater
to
you.
Day 1 of National Poetry Month. I am aiming to write at least one thing a day no matter how small.
Poetic Artiste Oct 2015
I want to be wanted,
To be drowned in the affection of one,
I want to be pleased,
Sexually,

Mind blowing ***,
*** so good the mere thought makes me wet,
I want to be wanted,
Sexually.

I want to be craved,
To hear you screen my name,
And shiver when I touch you,
In your most sensitive place.

I want to please,
To taste every inch of your body,
Until you've collapsed,
With no energy for more.

I want to make you mine,
To tie you down,
And blindfold your eyes,
To let warmth and ice have its way.

I want to please.
I want to be pleased.
I want to be wanted,
sexually.
Poetic Artiste Mar 2015
Am I not enough?
I'm treated like an unloved,
Avoided of touch.
Aura is a powerful thing.
Poetic Artiste Oct 2015
I'm
Going to
Make you
Want
Me
Poetic Artiste Nov 2015
I wasted so many years of my life,
waiting for someone who would treat me right,
then when I finally thought I'd found someone different,
they hurt me all the same,
I never went searching for love,
I never want to love again.
Another fleeting thought....
Poetic Artiste Nov 2015
It starts with blood racing to the surface of your skin,
As anger and sadness fight for the lead,
It is when your heart feels like a sinking ship,
At first it’s crippling.

It is fleeting emotions,
Fear,
Regret,
Mixed into a bowl of denial,
Because we never could believe our love would intentionally hurt us.

It is the tears that never cease,
Pounding within my chest of a merciless heartbeat,
It is the faint scent of hope,
As I wish the pain were a memory...

Instead my heart has been ripped from my chest,
Only to be taken by you,
Brought to the floor,
And stomped on til' dead.

A broken heart feels exactly so, broken.
It feels sadness—pain,
It aches for the happiness it once held,
It questions if the love is worth hanging on to.
But then shatters again.

Too many wrong choices,
On whom I've given my all to,
I gave my broken heart to you,
For a moment I believed you mend it,
Now I’m left alone to pick up all the damaged pieces.
I hope the next person I fall for is different than the ones who have hurt me in the past... I can't deal with this again...
Poetic Artiste Aug 2014
Love—what does it mean?
Pleasure and sincerity?
Unbreakable bonds?
Opinions on Love? To each his own.
Poetic Artiste Jan 2017
You snatched me up like a tornado,
Spiraling out of control,
And left in shambles,
Torn,
Confused,
As you up and go,
...to destroy another.
Or is that all that love isn't..
Poetic Artiste Mar 2015
I love endlessly,
I am yours as much as you are mine.
Your happiness is my happiness,
Your pain, as well, is mine.
One word with a Million Meanings...
Poetic Artiste Mar 2016
I question to this day,
where you came from,
Why I met you,
and if this feeling,
is because we have met before.
Poetic Artiste May 2016
I don't want to search for love,
I want love....
to find me...
Poetic Artiste Oct 2015
When the whispers
Become louder
Than the love,
The love becomes silent.
When you allow others to put thoughts into your head you leave more space for their thoughts and less space for your right to be happy. The less people in your business, the happier you will be. Women lie. Men lie. People lie. Who actually tells the truth?
Poetic Artiste Mar 2015
I wonder if my thoughts are blocked from over thinking.
Maybe my urge to write is scarcely needed,
If I stopped writing would anyone notice?
Shall I jot my thoughts in a journal safely hiding my moments?
Self expression through words means no expression at all,
When the words no longer flow and keen fingertips lock.
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