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Jessica Highstreet
Hobe Sound, Fl    Jessica is an aspiring writer and poet. With passion galore, everything and everyone she comes into contact with inspires her. Writing has always been her ...


Big Virge May 11
I'm A Man Who Gets... " HIGH "...
WITHOUT Coc' Lines Like Stephen Fry... !!!!!!!

Cos' My HIGHS Come ALIVE...
When I... Sit and Write... !!!

I Get HIGH OFF The Herbs...
That INSPIRE My Words And Use of Verse...


Because I Said... HERBS... !!!!!

To... HEIGHTEN My Vibe... !!!

My Vibe Is LOVE When MY Thinking Runs...
To Connecting Rhymes That HEIGHTEN My Mind... !!!

I Get HIGH When A... SMILE...
From Feminine Eyes Makes My Manhood RISE... !!!

Cos' It Means That I Have Been Given A SIGN...
That I've Got The GREEN LIGHT For My ****** Drive...
To OPEN Her Thighs And Drive Her WILD... !!!

Though ****** Highs Morning, Noon and Night... !!!!!

I Have NO Child But Do Get HIGH...
When I See... HAPPY Fams'...
Where it's CLEAR Mum And Dad...
And The Children... HAVE...
A Vibe That Rides...
With LOVE As Their Guide... !!!!!

My Heights Are Inclined To UTILISE Rhymes...
To Speak On This Life Through The Things I Write...

INFUSE Whats GOOD As Well As BAD... !!!
When My Mind DECIDES To FILL Notepads... !!!!!!

Some Would say...

"That's not my way !"...

Because of The RAGE That Sometimes CLAIMS...
Space On My Page............
As If My Pain Is... OFF THE GAUGE... !!!!!!!!!

So I DON'T Write LIES For My Words To Be LIKED... !!!!!

I Get HIGH Off The TRUTH And Musical Grooves...
As I DO... GOOD FOOD And GOOD Company TOO... !!!!!

The Types Who Rhyme And Kick Freestyles...
That Speak About Things WAY ABOVE Killings...
And Behaving Like...... NIGS'...... !!!

My HIGHS Are Linked...
To Those Who... TWIST...
Their Minds To THINK... !!!!!

The Type Who... FLIP...
The Script On... " Shrinks "...
THERAPISTS And Vibes That Sink...
Like... TITANIC Ships... !!!!!!!

To Bringing Lows Cos' of How They Roll... !!!
I RISE ABOVE Those Whose Vibes... DISCLOSE...
A LACK of Highs In How They Ride... !!!!!
THIS Roller Coaster That We Call... " LIFE "... !!!

It's GOOD To See Guys Whose HIGH's Their Wife... !!!!
And Who Treat Them Like They ARE Their Queen... !!!
Because Their HIGH... Is Simply Their BEING... !!!

NOT Being Royalty KNOW What I Mean... ?!?

I HOPE You DO Because If You DON'T...
That PROBABLY Means That You're ALONE...

My SOLACE To Me Gives HIGHS That LEAN...
TOWARDS Knowledge of Self And SPIRITUAL Health... !!!!!!

A High... INDEED... !!!
One It Seems MOST Peeps' DON'T Reach... !!!

Because They SEEK …
FALLACIES And... " Dreams "...
Like... Mister Sheen... !!!!

NO... NOT CHARLIE... !!!!!

And A Woman Serene RIGHT Next To Me... !!!

It's NOT My Way To CHASE Ladies...
When It Comes To The CHASE...
DON'T Deal In Games Like... MONOPOLY... !!!!!

My Heights Play STRAIGHT So DON'T Concede...
To Making MISTAKES Just To... Get LAID... !!!

I've Had My FUN With HEIGHTS That Run...
WAY UP In Women Whose Love Was BRIMMING...
With A NEED For Me To Be …
The KING Who FILLED Their Dreams... !!!

My Heights Now Need A Woman Who FEEDS...
Off Rolling With The V … And My Artistry...

So That Maybe One Day My Words Would SWAY...
To Writing About HER Pretty Much... EVERY DAY...
Well NOT EVERY DAY But You Get What i'm Saying... !!!!!

Just SEEING Her Face...
Would INSPIRE My Pen...
To MEET With Page...
And To Talk About HIGHS...
WAY ABOVE... her thighs... !!!!!

The HIGHS of Our Minds …
And Spirits INTERTWINED... !!!

BEYOND The... " Superficial "...

WAY ABOVE... Residual Visuals... !!!

A HIGH That's... MORE...
Than Something Born From LUSTFUL Stuff...
A Height That Deals In What's Called LOVE... !!!!!

LOVE For... " LIFE "... !!!
And Of Course The MOST HIGH... !!!!!

Whether Girl or Guy WITHOUT Their Love...
I Could Not Write About THIS LIFE...

The... STRAIN and STRIFE...

Oh And ONE MORE Thing...


.... " I Get HIGH "....
Just a few of the vibes that heighten my life ...
Ceyhun Mahi Aug 2016
The clouds slowly conceal sunlight at night,
Who then slowly reveal moonlight at night.

In this city roams the Moon of New-York,
Who's face reflects the city's light at night.

All kinds of people walk around up here,
In lit streets who're full with delight at night.

When this city is seen, it looks like an
Huge ocean of lights by eyesight at night.

Every time I look at this adorned place,
I fail to forget that bright sight at night.

At sunset this city becomes one square,
A place where people can unite at night.

From miles away you can see this city's
Presence and signs by it's skylight at night.

Every second someone gets Pleasure's kiss,
While another feels Despair's bite at night.

In here roam hedonistic people,
And people who are strict and tight at night.

In this city who never sleeps at night,
I hear singing in highs and deeps at night.

The breeze of the summer stays at night,
Witnesses the turning to days at night.

I can't fail to remember this city,
Since I've seen that luminous face at night.

Because of the countless sighs of lovers,
You can feel in the air Love's haze at night.

The city's melody is determined,
By what each individual plays at night.

The strangest of all and mundane of all;
Each one has occurred in this place at night.

The rich, the poor, the mad, women and men
All walk along light-adorned ways at night.

The lights reach every soul in this city,
Coming from hotels and cafes at night.

Wherever that Moon goes, it leaves it's mark,
At each place you'll find that Moon's trace at night.

It takes miles for pilgrims from far away,
To enter this place trough highways at night.

In this city who never sleeps at night,
I hear singing in highs and deeps at night.

The neon lights cover the street at night,
Who are set in places who fleet at night.

Traces of drama, tragedy and more,
Is felt in every hotel suite at night.

The homeless and party-goers here,
Both walk on tired and sore feet at night.

Meals on wheels at sight at every corner,
To serve people who want to eat at night.

Both the old and youth are called to places,
With pleasures who are bittersweet at night.

Streets who reflect neon lights in puddles,
Are places for lovers to meet at night.

So many people walk along themselves,
Yet there's no time to greet at night.

This awake city who is always breathing,
Always blows to me a conceit at night.

I can't seem to stop to describe this place!
About this jungle of concrete at night!

In this city who never sleeps at night,
I hear singing in highs and deeps at night.

This place witnesses misery at night,
And also witnesses beauty at night.

Millions of fishes are swimming around,
Trough streets in this luminous sea at night.

The gates stay open without any rest,
All people come and go freely at night.

Trough happiness and even ill horror,
This places stays silent and steady at night.

Those who're in love in this city see with
Little eyes, who perceive blurry at night.

Lovers are tangled up in each other,
While raindrops fall in an alley at night.

No one is an exception in this place,
Darkness veils your ethnicity at night.

Many have acquired shine up here,
And lost, in that shining city at night.

Ideas are hoisted out of my well!
Gihon will end his poetry, at night.

*In this city who never sleeps at night,
I hear singing in highs and deeps at night.
Poetic Form: Terkib-i Bent; several ghazals woven into each other but with a different rhyme for each stanza. Each ghazal is closed with a couplet who always comes back so that a next stanza can come in with a different rhyme.
Shofi Ahmed May 2017
When you stepped in my door,
I realised I was Paradise
in my heart and soul.
You were so surefooted
because you came up from the high.
So long I longed for it.
O Fathima, only to kiss your feet!

The time was so sweet,
beyond anyone’s dream
only in pure beauty
I was rendering,
screaming to new highs.
I did it my way!
Lovely bouncing on
my polished pitch,
the rivers forget to flow
back to the seas.
But no one knew
where my toe melts!
Until you did
and took me for a tread
closer to your spring,
my sweet dream:
O Fathima, only to kiss your feet!

Your so pleased man wished
to rain down with love,
but humble you hid your feet!
You blinded the moon, snowed it
away under the seven seas.
No wonder it's
your winning footing.
Like the Prophet said:
I found me the heaven
beneath the mother’s feet.
O Fathima, only on your feet!