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Jan 2011 · 514
Butterflies
Demetri Kirkland Jan 2011
This morning

I fell awake

To my stomach running

Scared

With shoes made of worry

Again

So I reached down my throat

To scrape every shoe

Off of my tender insides

When I felt one

I snatched it out

Confidently

Seeing that it wasn't a shoe

But advice

To my feet.
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Demetri Kirkland Nov 2010
The world can see them
We’re all peeping toms
We get off on their P.D.A.
How he cups her in his palms
He kisses her nervous lips
And she wails with each touch
She loves how he touches her
She swoons to his firm clutch
They’re on full display
A real live *** tape
They put on a show for us perverts
He’s all over her curvy shape
Watch him grab her golden thigh
Listen to her soulful shouts
The quiver in her tone says she likes it
The people like it even more, no doubt
They’ve made themselves infamous
Cause we like to hear her moan
The man and his girl are devoted
A musician and his saxophone
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Nov 2010 · 492
13 O'Clock
Demetri Kirkland Nov 2010
I'm waiting on my number

the lucky thirteen,

that's when i'll hit it big

and be gone from this scene.

I've got lots of talent

and it won't be much longer,

till 13 O'Clock strikes

then i'll be much stronger.

So far it hasn't come yet

the opportunity does get near,

and it always get's so close

but it never actually gets here.

Thats okay though

my moment's around the corner,

it'll be any day now

it's getting warmer and warmer.

I could make my move now

but that wouldn't be smart,

I gotta wait for that thirteen

the perfect time for me to start.

Good luck to everyone

making risky moves now,

I'm waiting for the jackpot

Don't know when or how.

So 13 O' Clock

success is where I need to be,

you've never been out before

but time to come around...for me.
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Nov 2010 · 608
Artificial Light
Demetri Kirkland Nov 2010
Attracted to the light like a moth
you looked just like the real thing,
my redeemer in the radiant flesh
i came out of the darkness like a goth.
After having been under your light for a while
the light doesn't illuminate like it did,
and it doesn't look that attractive anymore
my fashion trend slowly going out of style.
I spend more energy looking for the light now
the thing that attracted me to you
the thing that made you special in the beginning
is looking plain annoying and trite now.
You could have just been an artificial light
a stumbling block of a lesson
a reason to wear shades in the future
simply blinded by something bright.
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Nov 2010 · 784
I Get Away With Murder
Demetri Kirkland Nov 2010
BOOM!
The beat ripples down my spine
And shakes my knees till they tingle like raw nerves
That’s when I realize that the music is mine
So every accolade I get I deserve
I mastermind the young Frankenstien
But over the speakers it has a life of its own
It punishes every soul it can find
It even trances me into a zone
It commits ******, so I’m charged with the crime
1st degree for killing everything out right now
That’s the only proper rating in my mind
Since 1st place is the only thing I’ll allow
Hopefully when I’m ready I’ll get the sign
To tame my monster of a sound
Until then keep grooving till your energy winds
And your heart drums its last pound
BOOM!
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Nov 2010 · 1.2k
Monologue I: Citrus
Demetri Kirkland Nov 2010
Sinking my mouth and my happiness into this grapefruit reminds me of when I didn’t like them so much, with their jarring, acquired taste.

So misunderstood was I, since I now let his underrated juices drip down my 22 year-old cheeks.

I wonder how many walk past him for his more accessible brother, and other flavors so well-known.

I wonder what kind of role he plays in the thoughts of his colleagues.

A strange citrus with complex flavors they care not to taste.

I bet they find him arrogant, and too serious to break their inner circle.

They probably think his foreign blood would taint their personalities.

They don’t talk to him, I bet.

Schizophrenic gestures and paint-flavored greetings sum the daily conversations.

Maybe they assume that the least of their efforts might strike them fancy; make them seem nice and that I would think of them as wonderful and beautiful people.

Me and these flavors would never understand why you stand across the room and analyze me.

Me and these flavors would never understand why you wouldn’t want to indulge yourself in what you don’t understand, since you’re a scholar and all.

I would never get your issue.

I keep taking bites of this grapefruit; curious to know if your Christianity means more than your gender.

I imagine the scenario of you getting to know these flavors, and experiencing me with bliss and approval on your sleeve.

I imagine having a friend, that I don’t have to worry about scaring with all that I bring to the table, and all I choose to keep off of it.

I imagine you abandoning your opinions and assumptions and apprehensions about me, letting them seep down the importance of your uniform, and getting to know the God that you swear lives in all of us citrus fruit.
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Nov 2010 · 805
The Frightful Sub-Conscious
Demetri Kirkland Nov 2010
I can see the truth in the horizon
And it doesn’t look very happy
I know it cause it reeks of doom
And charges to attack me
My virginity is jeopardized
I’ve been a lie all these years
If I was smarter than yesterday
I could’ve avoided these fears
Spring cleaning has suddenly come
And it woke up my nightmares
Everyone feels the disappointed
Now it’s time for my share
It’s the fist of Goliath
The sharp sting of a backhand
The anticipation hurt like the verdict
I've had *** with a man
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Nov 2010 · 872
Government, Please!
Demetri Kirkland Nov 2010
It’s the lie of passive anger
The belief in blissful loss,
False desires of imperfection
They all really want the gloss.
Give the apology after the ******
The political game is intact,
It always hurts when you’re lied to
Even worse watching the act.
Who puts a baby in the trash
To forget about their troubles,
Who really trusts the husband
Who has a body double.
As crazy as Tom Cruise
Dynamic like white paint,
It’s a fact till it's false
True motives behind the saint.
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Nov 2010 · 407
Real-Eyes
Demetri Kirkland Nov 2010
It doesn’t take glasses to see
It’s not the best season to be a man,
The most exhilarating heartbreak
To be your only fan.
Jack Daniels doesn’t lie
It so lonely at the top,
Suicide calling from the bottom
Just waiting for my drop.
No one cares if I’m smart
They only care if I’m useful,
Time even breaks that belief
When I’m no longer youthful.
Today I should make a pledge
I wont write for the fame,
Too bad yesterday kept the promise
But tomorrow doesn’t do the same.
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Nov 2010 · 392
Him
Demetri Kirkland Nov 2010
Him
The anger felt so good
i wasn’t sure
until yesterday told me
he was the cure.
A me unlike me
the stuff of nightmares
backed into a corner
not a single care.
An interesting failure
to lose my cool
the most homemade sin
to act a complete fool.
Calm and collected
till reality threw a surprise
i knew about my alter
but I didn’t know his size
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Nov 2010 · 745
Dark
Demetri Kirkland Nov 2010
We honestly believe it
without a reason
the music tells us
it’s dark chocolate season.
Sounds good and natural
an authentic flavor
rich and black
the realest to savor.
So we go to the places
to let our money fall
only to find out
there’s no sugar at all.
Not what we wished
not worth our cents
all broken promises
and disappointments.
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Nov 2010 · 1.9k
Nice Guy
Demetri Kirkland Nov 2010
If I was dangerous
would you then remember me
remember my cologne
recall its taste?
If I build self-esteem in harsh terrain
and force feed you my pungency
could I be in your primary thoughts
sit in first place?
If I was a contortionist
and took your emotions with me
would I matter tonight
change your life?
If I could be everything you dream of
and make you fear its urgency
can I take you home
temporary wife?
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Nov 2010 · 1.2k
.com
Demetri Kirkland Nov 2010
Sometimes I forfeit peace
to log on and feel a release
slave to its master
freedom on a leash.
Thoughts laid prostrate
forced open is the fate
my life a potluck
privacy open to mutilate.
Username and password
alias to a dream deferred
pressure to fulfill
purpose completely blurred.
My brain belongs to me
i give it away freely
my business senses love it
the common ones disagree.
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Nov 2010 · 545
Nicotina
Demetri Kirkland Nov 2010
My lips around your waist

nothing else compares

hot-headed temper

smoke-colored hair.

Just like I like em

no good for me

comes when I call

perfect with tea.

My cheapest girl

worth the fix

bad for my health

like other chicks.

A wanted burden

unlike them

i waste my breath

on both of them.
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Nov 2010 · 822
Strange Fruit
Demetri Kirkland Nov 2010
She swears she's exotic

cut from a foriegn sheet

no fruit tastes as sweet

not even a mango.

So ripe and edible

perched on her seat

her hands grasp her feet

my mouth all wet.

Tongue ready to tango

stomach wants to eat

throat feels the heat

completely hypnotic.

I bite, but im upset

anticipating the treat

just flavors of meat

she's not so credible.
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Nov 2010 · 446
A.M.
Demetri Kirkland Nov 2010
Twenty-Two and traveling international

thoughts travel as well

a smile crucified to my face

workbound from a hotel,

the morning looks excited

but my eyes try to fight it

my stomach and the radio discuss

and the sun warns me of its zeal.

My music plays

moving along the scene

i'd hope it'd move my emotions

an alternative caffiene,

the start of a new day

and my thoughts sway

curious about where I last had my purpose

the inspiration I feel.
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Nov 2010 · 459
I Inspire...
Demetri Kirkland Nov 2010
To experience most of you

and still be a stranger

to have imagined your insides

and still feel anger.

Inspired to marry you

but not enough to paint

weak enough to sleep

too weak to faint.

Curious to know

what you think you love

when you feel my presence

what words you think of.
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