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Ginamarie Engels Mar 2012
Suddenly stranded,
I’m at the bottom of this pit of mush.
Full of angst,
Delusions.
Crawlies & wet dirt up to my chin,
Suffocating,
Anatomical heart thumping fast
Beating like a drum.
Despair,
Stretching out my arm,
Aiming it towards the bright light,
Barking for it to take a grasp of my hand and **** me in tight.
Shutting my eyes,
Seeing black,
Wanting to be black,
Disappearing into ashes.
Emptiness and motionless harmony,
Suddenly speaking.
Ginamarie Engels Oct 2011
Love is never near or far
it's kept in a bright, shooting star
That's up at night, flying really fast
remembering the memories in the past
Once I catch it, I feel the love
that is extremely high, up above
I'll feel a tingle in my heart
telling me my journeys are bound to start
Love is never locked up in a safe
it is to believe and have faith
To hold and to cherish
to adore, not to perish
It's to sit together, underneath the stars
count how many stars there are
It's to swim in the ocean, and feel it's breeze
and sit outside and observe the leaves
To examine the color of the wind
to love your true love deep within.

@2003
Ginamarie Engels Sep 2011
does the sun like the window? it goes through it
the milk likes the glass, it sees right through it
books on the shelf, like to be on top of it
Ginamarie Engels Sep 2011
7 in the morning, mothers yelling never fails -
blood stop sign, big yellow mobile full of youngins
classroom chair, picking the dirt from under her nails -
red hand moving slowly on the clocks -
children alive, active, and about
father not around to help put on her socks -
***** shoes with freshly showered feet -
"nap time boys and girls, take off your sneakers"
she panics to take off hers, starts to feel the heat-
left shoe off then the right shoe-
little kids point and laugh
hard to breathe, her ivory face turns blue-
silent darkness would be great at this time-
a quick call to mom and dad and the usual no answer
tears trickling down her cheek, quiet as a mime.-
Ginamarie Engels Sep 2011
woke up next to you, feeling like a ice pop
kissed your vermilion border, gave you my half of the sheets
you whispered in my ear, "no, i want you to be warm"
grabbed your jacket and placed it on my frame
youre so sweet like 2 stevia packets emptied onto a tongue
lemons and oranges couldnt be squeezed as good as your huggies
that one night, in my room, under the blacklight
my jokes were corny but i saw that paperwhite smile glow
along with your hippie acid tripping mushroom posters
remember when we ate out those few times
it made me happy when you enjoyed your food
i liked it when you enjoyed anything
those sparkling eyes your face carried always sunk me in deep
like an anchor approaching the ocean floor on top of hills that are really steep
when you were inside of me, yeah yeah at first it hurt
then it progressed like my grades in junior high
but id like to not see you go now
double negative,i cant not see you anymore
it felt right, you felt left, so you left
just like the leaves depart from december 21st branches
you should be back soon and i'll wait
when you return, could we remake a copy of our last copulation?
in the backseat of your car or mine if i eventually get one
in your bed or even my own
behind the open house party next to that tree
me on top or you on top of me
link your pinky to my pinky and promise that youll stay
just a little longer so we can grow for a bit
so we can be cacoons and become butterflies together
you can be high all the time, in the sky i prefer
Ginamarie Engels Feb 2011
i like to be wise with my beautiful brown eyes
my thick thighs and my voluptuous size
fruit flies sticking to me cause i'm so sweet
i make the beats but dont eat that red meat
sensitive but calm and super duper collected
will get you wrapped around my finger, kid
pinky promises is how i keep it real
drinkin' tall boys, always breakin' the seal
addicted to my flavor, youll be on dis fashionistaquena
part puerto rican, but got money but not enough lend ya
crowds call my name and it keeps on echoin'
famous like the amos cookies, keep my green in a tin
i'm so frickin' visual, ROYGBIV colors make me trip all day
so vib-rant, i spy a red ant and rainbows are the color "gay"
lets collaborate, take your hands & drop all the hate, i just ate...
chips and dip, my lip ring fell out so i put in a paperclip
bobbypin in my hair, my lion locks
i'm like uffie "i pop the glocks"
Ginamarie Engels Feb 2011
oh, that ice cold can or bottle of that yellow, fizzy, in a disguise addiction.
behind the refreshing taste, lies some secret affliction.
each gulp that slithers down a throat and flows through the blood,
makes your mind jumbled up and makes emotions in your brain start to flood.
oh, that craving feeling for another twelve ounces of ****,
opening up the fridge, no more left, goes out and about for a random kiss.
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