#makes
Look nowhere but within, for your spiritual highs, forgiveness and sin.
The saddest truth there is, your a commodity.
You're a consumer to the holy man who put a price on his wisdom.
And the teachings of the earth are so lost
That we pay for courses in the innate.
To know what we thought we never needed. And become who we thought we'd never be.
Isn't that ironic?
We're lost.
This human being.
Mar 9, 2021
Mar 9, 2021 at 7:46 AM UTC
Small red tablet
I am now drowsy
Small red tablet
I now forget *****
Small red tablet
I am now suddenly happy
Small red tablet
I now forgot what sorrow is
Dec 16, 2020
Dec 16, 2020 at 7:56 PM UTC
My Love!
Give me a word;
A word for Love,
A word for Passion,
A word for feelings & emotions.
My Love!
Give me a smile;
A smile for life,
A smile for Love,
My Love!
Give me a Promise;
A promise for heart,
A promise for Soul,
A promise for my life to live in with.
My Love!
Give me a Hug;
A hug for pleasure,
A hug for Care,
A hug for our fervor love.
My Love!
Give me a Kiss;
A kiss for Joy,
A kiss for Charm,
A kiss for our purest relation.
My Love!
O’ my Love……!!
Aug 10, 2020
Aug 10, 2020 at 7:41 PM UTC
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May 29, 2020
May 29, 2020 at 5:06 AM UTC
I saw you looking
at a snow globe
you said you wanted to go there
I asked where
to China daddy
I asked why
that is where snow is made.
Jan 10, 2020
Jan 10, 2020 at 2:40 PM UTC
You are different
Or unique
Not only in queue
But also in view
If you can do anything
To many things
With its simplest way
In somewhere
To let it know
To someone
In sometime
Is something
Great
In everywhere
With everything
In the surrounding
Of everyones
Dec 8, 2019
Dec 8, 2019 at 2:51 AM UTC
There you sit
alone again
as I make my way over
Reaching out
to a cold touch
I've only known as familiar
My normal response
as I retract is
my heart isn't made
for you lover
Yet here I sit
With you again
Like I don't know any better
Won't you some day
Want to fuel the fire
Not drown me in ice surfaced water
Or will you watch as I fade
in your dark isolated space
Dec 3, 2019
Dec 3, 2019 at 2:30 PM UTC
how can i see?
how can i let you
away
you told me
you hate me
and be away
but i love you
i will not as spider
who ate the gift
then her beloved
what does he get?
he became the martyr of love
the scorpion did the same
so every man must kiss his beloved
leg and hand
as she loves him, and let him love
her
, let him in life sustain
what a gift!
i am not selfish
i will let you at finish
but i will push
any one will hurt or tend to polish
your honor and makes it *******
i will be as the great fish
who will face every worst fish
and may **** myself and you live
long happy , you deserve
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 5:32 PM UTC
The most romantic moment to me was when time let our eyes met while it slowly stopped;
Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 12:53 AM UTC
I never understood when people would tell me,
“You are just like your mother.”
Always with a tone in their voice I didn’t quite comprehend.
I run back to my dad at the grocery store
After wandering through the aisles alone and he rolls his eyes.
“You are just like your mother.”
I thought he meant always getting lost and I wonder how
Many times he had to lap around the store to find her sniffing candles
With someone she hasn’t seen in five years,
Laughing like a joke shes told over and over.
See, I always thought I was like just like my dad.
We have the same eyes, and we don’t like to approach people
The way she can so easily catch an audience.
But when I make a joke a little too loud at a family reunion
My cousins laugh,
“You are just like your mother.”
I wonder what arguments she has invoked with her words.
How she has said what
No one wants to hear, but always like she picks it out
Of the middle of the air it was sitting in.
When I get upset and my ears start ringing, and I hold onto
My stubbornness like it is my last breath, my older sister tells me,
“You are just like our mother.” I figure she has better eyes to see
How shes grown,
How shes learned patience at my hands and taught to extend
Love in all directions as a choice.
Love is not always a choice, but loving yourself enough to see that you’re wasting it
Looks like my mom picking me up from my worst day and standing in
Line to buy me a milkshake as I cry in a chick-fil-a.
She told me about a story of a time she held on too tight to someone even though
She knew it was the wrong thing to do.
“I think you’re a lot like me. You always want to see the love.”
Just like my mother, I learn the hard way. And sometimes I do it more than once;
The way she will teach a nine year old how to read over and over again
Until he stops sounding it out and it rolls off of the tongue.
I know that I’m capable of sharing, of teaching, of patience,
Of honesty and love because my mother
Taught those things to me.
I think of everything I love most about myself, and all of the possibilities
For what I can become in the reflection of my mother helping me curl my hair for the prom I’m not going to.
When she needs to remind me I am quick witted, I am eloquent, I am smart, I am beautiful, I grin and say
“I am just like my mother.”
Jul 31, 2019
Jul 31, 2019 at 10:01 PM UTC
my lifestyle is dead style
out of my head style
every day's the wrong side of the bed style
I'm living so lifeless
like painted-on eyelids
my life's only priceless because there's no price list
not blind but I'm sightless
no wings so I'm flightless
no things to take sight of and fly for or ride for
or die for or try for or lie for or strive for
or cry for or smile for or open my eyes for
making steps is unwise like Gandalf's demise
wiping dust from my eyes, I set sight on the skies
still can't see so surmise it's my final sunrise
a well of wet decisions doesn't ever run dry
Jul 19, 2019
Jul 19, 2019 at 5:37 PM UTC
passerby words plain hidden
in a wall sconce of a
fly-bye compliment,
sent to the thankee intended,
creating an instantaneous,
Slam! Bam! Thank You Man!
yeah come , face slap me,
with open palm instant recognition,
there's a poem lurking therein, within,
that uncommonly good common observation,
like hearing a drill bit roar,
demanding with insistent persistent demandation,
"come out, come our, wherever you are"
the good lord makes 'em in
all kinds of shapes and flavors
then makes sense, most eminent,
to favor the good kind,
who go on marching in our number,,.
no claim here to good,
certainly not, sainthood,
that would be quite the hoot,
so settle, man, do settle
in and for the right kinda,
nothing could be finer,
than to be
in the company
of
my kin and kindred,
the kindest,
y'all
God bless all...
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 7:33 AM UTC
blood drips
from your lips
to my fingers
my hands
stealing kisses
leave stains on your cheek
I see you, you swear
in the way your gaze lingers
as your tongue
Mar 17, 2019
Mar 17, 2019 at 12:47 AM UTC
if fear were [fate]
fate (were [fear])
[fate is fear] when drear is near
->tears fall when we fall
and an end would call our intentions
[fear is] near
when fear is drear
[I] fear my life
[I] fear myself
[I] fear our lives
[I] fear ourselves
but if [far is (near when fear is) drear and] tears are all that fall
then [fear is near (you) have no] fear
(you) will succumb to all.
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 10:54 PM UTC
And so I drank her.
A high ball glass of seduction
Shaken with whiskey lips
Wide hips
Sugar rim
Sin and forgiveness.
I drank her blind
And ordered another.
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 5:29 PM UTC
A twist,
A burn,
Drown, you say?
Shall I spray these letters on the page for you to read?
May I display the writhing writes that within I keep?
I slash the pen against the inside of my skull,
To write my stories...
We call this,
a poem.
but does that make me,
the poet?
Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 12:40 PM UTC
I'm mad at you
You smile
I love you
I want to yell at you
You smile
I forgot what I wanted to say
I need a break
You smile
I need you
I need to run away
You smile
I'm running to you now
Your smile always makes me forget about the reasons that I'm ****** at you
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 9:13 PM UTC
Part of me dies when
Part of you escapes me
It's you my love who
Breaks and makes me
I've given you this power
Can't pull it back
I'm touched by insanity
My own soul hates me.
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 12:54 PM UTC
Starving, bones poking out;
Unraveling, loans choking you out.
Carving a niche, trying to survive,
Struggling to find a meaning to being alive.
You lie in bed,
Thinking about the tears you’ve shed,
The sweat, the blood you’ve bled –
The tough times scraping by,
The close calls you’ve had.
Hunger, a nauseating pain;
What would you give up for a single grain?
You strain your brain,
Rack it trying to find a way –
Trying to find a way out of this life,
A life that is dull and grey.
Your soul does not see the light of day;
Your faith starts to shake,
You manage no more than a mumble,
Your beliefs start to crumble.
Concerned, disturbed,
Angry at the world, constantly hurt;
Cornered, perturbed,
Life is but a whirl, with death we flirt.
Cursed, deserted,
We thirst for that which we will not quench;
Dispersed, disconcerted,
The sewers of poverty air their stench.
You pull the covers up to your nose,
You shudder like a victim from an attacker’s blows.
Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 5:13 PM UTC