She don't know you quite like I do
If she even got a whiff she would be through
Should I let her know her king is a masquerader
Stepping out on his queen to sleep with crusaders
Blind to his lies, she dreams of perfection
When another ***** is the one enjoying his *******
Should I let her know her man calls me home?
That nobody sings like me on his microphone?
Or should I get what I want and just walk away
Because I know him that much better than she could say
Should I live with the fact that she's the next me
Or should I let her in on his pattern of fuckery
Should I hate him alone or get her on my team
He doesn't deserve love; he's just another broken dream

She smelled like you today...







                                                 ­     ...It felt like I cheated

Poems pose as pathways into me
By me I mean the depths that can't be seen
With the naked eye pryed open wide
Instead they pave a passage into my personal pods of passion
My inner solitude, my sour moods and attitudes
My attributes and traits that relate all of me to each piece individually
Poems create the most realistic vision of me
Deeper than a glazed over gaze into my soul
For in poetry rests the ability for normalcy to retreat from me
Exposing the roads closed and accelerating on them at speeds untold
Unprepared for what words my wit will wrap wildly entwined
As the thoughts flow so, in their prime from my mind
Travelling through my veins and exiting at the grip of my fingertips
As the ink drips in calligraphic patterns of raced mess appearing to make sense.
Each time I pick up my pen and write
I fight for the freedom within me to flee free
Thank you, Poetry

Mad
Angry and disturbed
Perturbed by your absurd words
Their rhythm ring sing songs on & on
Wrongly depicting me as the beast who depletes we
Condemned and prosecuted for convoluted convictions
Incarcerated despite fair trial meanwhile
Defendant roams free, though guilty
So I suffer when her rough mood cannot bebuffered
And somehow the blame is on me, what a shame it would be
If I had a fair trial, and you were beguiled by my vengeance
But Corinthians bestowed on me that love hold no grudge
So I won't budge,
This time.

Summer brings such beauty and bliss
while the misty dew summer mornings and rain help sustain
Yet when dawn breaks near week eight
and beauty is nipped with the whip of autumn's foreplay,
The beauty holds strong to hang on to what's left
and the greenery screams til it's out of breath
and nature's carpet takes a blow to the chest
And the flowers that once stood tall.. fall.

The walls are caving in on you and I
I hate to admit, but I like it
The sight of your smile excites me
And I long for the walls to close in more
Forcing us to touch
Your *** appeal is undeniable
A lioness atop the sole mountain of lust
And trust, I'd **** to join you
And join us in unholy adultery
How ive never longed for lust so much as with you
Your soft skin on the palm of my hand
Your lustrous lips combined with mine
Your hands crawling up my back
And snap. Off comes the chastity of we
As i gently place my silky lips to yours
We pass chemistry with flying colors
Colors of blue hue and secular tension
As our kiss turns into magical roughness
Extraction of clothes and integrity
Insertion of love and longing
Exclamation of... Yessssssssssssssssss
Satisfaction of waterfall dreams
Contemplation of the next step
To take in a relationship where I'd cheat...
With the creator time and time again.

It got swept away in the storm of unforgiveable betrayal.