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 Aug 2019 Tila
Emilia B
You don’t see me the same way as you used to,
And it’s all because of me,
I wanted too much too quickly
I wanted you to want me.

It was just such a rare feeling
So I knew it was real
Out of everyone I had met
You made my heart heal

I didn’t know how to feel
I didn’t know why
But I guess... it’s okay
Atleast were under the same sky.
Just give me a minute
One small minute of your time
We need to talk about
This seducing with your mind

You’ve got women going crazy
Running after you
With everything you say to them
Not a thing you do

You’ve been seducing honey
You’ve been seducing
You’ve been seducing with your mind

Now I would not be jealous
Just because you look
A man without an eye for beauty
Can't read my book

You’ve been seducing honey
You’ve been seducing
You’ve been seducing with your mind

Come on home to me now
Run your fingers through my soul
My mind's the only one you need to teach
Leave those other mind's alone
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
www.changefulstorm.blogspot.com
 Sep 2018 Tila
emnabee
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
 Sep 2018 Tila
Gods1son
Vessel
 Sep 2018 Tila
Gods1son
I grew up thinking I was this vessel
Wasn't told my vessel is just like a castle
My castle got printed with people's stencils
Those stencils almost brought me to a standstill

My vessel was named different titles
Fat as a pig
Short as a wink
Big eyed like an ostrich
Those titles did hurt me

They did hurt till I made a discovery
Discovered my body is just like a chassis
This chassis houses an engine
The engine is the real me

The real me is who I am on the inside
The inside holds my spirit, soul and emotions
Don't judge me based on this trolley
Pls, say no to bullying!
 Mar 2016 Tila
Evan Hoffman
Here it goes again.
Another poem to describe how useless I am.
How tattered my soul is.
How my brain resembles my hands,
callused, numb, and broken dry skin.
I'm a terrible person.
Self indulgent and full of sin.

And here it goes again.
In the mirror I see nothing.
A big steaming pile of nothing.
Full of wasted dreams, 'what ifs' and 'one days.'
The **** that I write never comes out right.
The **** that I dream is just that:
a big steaming pile of nothing.

Here it goes again.
As if I am something.
But I can't get past how useless I am.
A speck in this cosmic dust cloud.
And here I go again, thinking I am a tornado.
How I will crush your dream home
and leave behind a big steaming pile of debris.

Here I go again,
thinking I am nothing.
When really, I am something.
I am a speck in this cosmic cloud,
without me that tornado wouldn't be.

— The End —