writing a poem is hard when your soul contradicts the rest of you.
i say i love this woman and mean it,
and fear grips me, puts its finger on my lips,
and shushes me. tells me that neither of us
is ready, that i don’t know my own thoughts,
hopes, dreams, wants, needs, and their reflection
in the mirror of her stark blue eyes and soul.
that it’s all an imagining beyond my own soul
and comprehension, that i’m projecting
a long lost sense of helplessness and courage
onto her without consent because i seek
acceptances and intimacies beyond my worth.
and still, knuckle-deep in this hard, scathing noise is a truth i refuse to ignore.
i am hers in my entirety and only want to know
that she is mine— my soul contradicts
the rest of me but i faithfully **** it
and aim for the future i’ve hoped lives
in both of us.

I’m disappointed today

I say
You don't respect my feelings,
And am met with silence.
I tell you,
Ours will die its death
Without an ounce of violence.
Is it so, if it is lifeless?

You're the true instance of virtuous human.

Your mind as pure as crystal,
your heart soft and sound like waters.

everythang about you signifies peace and harmony,
love and respect. Your feeling is so true.

Your life is a blessing, and you're such a special prize from the mother Earth to my soul.

And to the whole universe. Super human.


Human, crystal mind, love, harmony, peace, respect, blessing, Earth Universe 🌌

A Poets Thoughts Poem.
Keep opening doors all by yourself.. leaving me thinking.
How I'm gonna tell you next time.
Maybe I will purposely appear unappealing less smart and give you a sour taste in ya mouth.. Unlike some women from the South.
Maybe you should stop taking chances and making advances.
On things I never asked for. Maybe I can get respected in my own type lane. I like my paced.
Slow going train.
But remember this poets just a entertaining.
Cruising type thing.
I'm not one to tame..
I love being called simply by just my name.
@H.E.R_Poetry s.a.m

When you first heard Aretha sing, did you know just what she meant?

Or did you ponder the words, in your mouth.

Cloying.

Stuck to your tongue with cement.

R. E. S. P. E. C. T.

I've got no idea what it means to me.