All of these emotions and none of them are mine.

Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.

Some nights she will reminisce on the memories of you
And some nights she will wish she never met you.

Beauty in all,
Her beauty in awe,
Angle with flaw.
Had me awe.
When words tend to stick right in my craw,
Failing to escape out of my jaw.
Glorious and raw,
Common law,
Lets get involved.
She got me hooked like a bra.
Lets run far
Get hitched,
Married by law.
She's a star.
So when we fall any wall, any stall, any crawl, any pause
Any scar, any flaw
You're my angle with flaw.

She is art.
Every design, curve and line is perfectly perfected with God's paint brush.
Every drop of color is perfectly mixed.
Adding spice and hue to her personality.
Bright and bold.
Dim and quite.
She is a work of art.

The rhythm of beauty walks behind her footsteps

Straightforward when I speak
But when I begin to write these words
They curve as they lie out on this sheet.
Making every word flow to the rhythm of this beat.
My words become a taboo.
In a Haiku these words excite you.
I give poetry color.
And add words to music.
Some poets just don't understand how I do it.

She's in the clouds waiting to fall like rain.

I hate the empty nights where my mind wanders to the unknown.

I hate the empty nights where I feel so hallow inside.

Have you ever loved someone whom
you thought was a delicate rose.
But, Instead they were a thorn to your heart.
A knife to your flesh ripping it apart.
I said have you ever loved someone whom you thought was as sweet as a rose.
But, instead they were deadly,
deadly like ***** to your health.
Not all roses are the same
You just have to find the ones that are worth the claim. -

I remember the nights
when I used to climb
into your window
To jump into your bed

One morning you will wake up
Beside the love of your life
sleeping peacefully next to you

I want to undress her soul
and feel the energy of her aura
I'd like to know the depths
of her soul
And explore the secret
universe inside of her being

There are days
where happiness
lives deep within
these sad walls of loneliness.

Before we meet can our hearts talk first

I wish i felt nothing at all

Rest in the morning


*Sleep at night

Undress your heart and let me in
I want to love you deeper than the blue sea
I want you to feel vulnerable and free
I want to hold you deep in my heart
I want to become one flesh in the spirit with you
I want to show you how deep love goes
So undress your heart and I will cover like clothes.
I want to swim deep in your heart, then rest on the shore of your soul.
Take me deeper.

Its okay not to be okay, okay.

I always crave more
From him.

I remember him loving on me.
I remember being touched.
I remember looking into his eyes .
I remember feeling like I was enough.

One sunny day
You took me in your arms
And whisked me away
To places where I want to be

Alas, despite our adventures
I can never truly know where I've been --
I was but a careless tourist.

There's a story behind my skin
There's a story deeply within.
There's a story behind my eyes,
There's a story that deeply lies.

I am dripping Melanin and honey.
I am black without apology.

Your eyes were too innocent
for me to see the pit of fire burning through them
Your hug was too warm for me to feel the coldness in your heart,
I wasn't prepared for the destruction you planned for me
For I was an easy fragile child in your hand

P.t

I kissed you longer,
And held you tighter
I made love to you
and nobody else
I did things for you
that you couldn't do for yourself
I told everyone else
I'm yours and nobody elses
Baby it's yours, and that's for sure
It's yours

She was a broken smile.

Can we start over again?
Can we be strangers again?
This time we'll start off as friends and not lovers.
Maybe we can see if there really is chemistry, and not just between the covers.
This time we can actually spend time talking?
We can laugh
And recreate memories
And give each other a second chance
Let me reintroduce myself

She could never be me nor could she ever beat me.
I am what you hope she could be.
I am the fantasy you dream.
The girl of your dreams.
I am not her, I am me.
I am unique and exotic.
My physique is peculiar and ******.
I am ME.
THE GIRL IN YOUR DREAMS

Knowing you will never be there to catch me
I still fell hard.

I will always remember the first day each time I started school.

His eyes were lonely.

Love means to fall.
But I'm too afraid of heights.

Happy moments don't last long enough.
And sad moments are always around the corner.
Struggles are too unbearable at times.
Because life will never be easy.

Love comes with a sacrifice of pain.
Strength is found through weakness.
As the struggle gets rougher.
The fighters keep fighting.
Because resilience lies in the heart of a champion.

Every morning there's a new journey to start on.

Black is the color of my true love.
Black is his voice.
Black is his face.
Black is his hair.

Black is the fullness of his lips.
Black is the roundness of his nose.
Black is the posture of his pose.

My true love is the color of black.
His strong back and arms.
His never give up or in attitude.

To him my soul belongs.
His love is mine.
And my love is his.

My true love is the color of black.

She was like a broken flower.
Crushed, and trampled over and over.
By men who didn't have any intentions
To Love her.

His beauty was breathtaking.
Which left my body craving for his love and affection.
His hands were big, rough and hard something like his third leg.
I imagined how deep he could swim into my ocean.
My body craved for  his chocolate silky skin.
Like deep lows, his voice was a musical sensation.
That had me waving into my emotion.
Every word spoken from his lips,
Sent the pulses of my flesh dancing.
Dancing in sync with the rhythm of his tongue.
His was body was a turn on, and it was my temptation.
Gazing into his deep brown eyes,
I could see his very soul smiling.
For his beauty was overwhelming.

Black men were stripped of their power and might.
Surviving in the streets
taught them how to strive and fight.
I turn the TV on, not a black man in sight.
Unless he dribble or he fiddle  mics.
Every black boy wants to grow up and be like Nas or Mike.
Blacks are not televised unless they are brocasted to fight.
I ride through the city's bright night lights, thinking one day how ɰє mıɢһţ live better.

There's beauty in the dark.
There's beauty in the light.
There's beauty in music,
And in art.
Everything has beauty.