How can I testify I can’t even touch the sky
I’m drowning in my sorrow sinning for days.
I try not to be a sinner always.
But I’m trying to follow ya’ll ways.
Because if I’m not of this earth I’m a stubborn fool.
I played the game and I followed the rules.
Three years in and I finished school.
With an Associate Degree, I thought ya’ll would honor me or maybe follow me.
I started making different moves.
Followed my own path but y’all disapproved.
We been friends for a long time I thought we were cool.
It’s me Aaron! I’m still that same old dude.
Funny little kid, I guess it is what it is.
Now, I have to decide how I’m going to handle my biz

At this moment we can only admire
But often wish we were admired

Please come get me before I run out.
Because it’s summer time and the sun’s out.
Good weather but I don’t like the heat though.
I don’t even like the freezing cold.
The degrees be counting down below zero.
Bur! It’s cold girl let me warm you up.
Since, I saved you can I be your hero?
Whenever you need me call I’ll be here yo.
I am super but I can’t fly in the air though.
I like how you look but we’re better as a pair though.
If you have a broken heart I got the emergency kit.
To repair it.
Listen to my words even if it’s hard to hear it!
I’m sorry, I had to put pressure on your wound.
If you’re unhappy you will heal very soon.
Just give me some time you’ll be immune.
I’m all done now I’m changing this tune...
Bye.

Let’s travel the world pick a place that’s exquisite.
Let’s enjoy the scenery, the food and the visit.
Take in the culture, like how I have interest in you.
Watch how you dance let’s see how you move.
The music is so beautiful my heart is amused.
I’m in the groove and cannot refused it.
The rhythm is a bomb I cannot defuse it.
Let’s just dance till the morning comes.
Till the night breaks and we see the sun.

To whomever this may concern,

I’m glad you clicked on my poem.
It’s time to read my words and maybe learn.
About me and how my mind works.
Now about me, everything on this page is me.
I may put myself in scenarios in order to see.
The feeling, The pain, The realness, The strain.
Your world and My world may not be the same.
But I can imagine like no picture in a frame.
That same blank canvas sold millions it’s insane.
I hope to read your poems and see how you became.
What lit that fire? and How you put out your flame?
If you had any problems with life. How you overcame them?
How would you explain them?
In your poetry, what title did you name them?