#refrences
So today you started with the why's, making excuses and reasons as you have every season since I looked at you, but now I see you and you think you can use the glint from that shiny silver tongue to blind me so you can bind me in your arms until I can't breath. And while you seem pretty qualified at splitting hairs and splitting sheets that doesn't mean you'll be splitting legs, not unless you get down on your knees and join this Sunday service, my body is a temple and you will worship it.
It is not a crime scene to be inspected, not a base to be infiltrated and not fire to be quenched. The masses have called out "Sister art thou there?" and I have replied rising from what remains of my childlike mind saying,"Yey, I am the mosque, come to me and fill me with your joy and celebrations, but only the worthy shall enter my sacred halls and learn my holy obsessions." So don't think you can break me in because I am not something to be broken, not something to be dominated or overtaken in one moment of reckless inspiration.
I see you shaking. Whether it's in fear or lust or just from the itch of dust forming on your skin from sitting patiently and waiting for the day when I give in, but just like you, it won't come. So whether you are wide eyed or tired eyed you will behold the glory that is within me, the strength that defines me and realize that I am baptized in the dawn of a new day. And you should know that I will not be coerced and as far as I'm concerned if you haven't learned by now that I am not your outlet, not just something to help you come around when your feeling down, your living puppet, then you never will. So you will never fill the gap between my thighs with your lies and turn around and call it love.
Preach all you want but this choir isn't listening, it will sing to drown out the deafening sound of your screeching, so after hours when my church is closed and your feeling empty and alone just remember that next communion I'll be waiting for your confessions, and then maybe you'll receive my blessings. But before then my doors are closed until you know the difference between impulse and infatuation.
So until the day when you figure out what you need to do and say, focus on your words, and not the way my bees talk to your birds.
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 5:38 AM UTC
Not much of a reader hey,
Haven’t even touched a book
Or felt shook
From a good old story,
Even the books that are so gory
Don’t even make you feel sorry,
Poor character
We all have a story within us
Maybe it starts off by
Going on the bus,
And having a big sigh....
Of relief
Oh but there’s Wiz Khalifa
And I gotta say hi
Gotta get an autograph
But than there’s life
Where we have to learn to exist
And not take the exit
Be a little gallant
We are a fan of people’s talent
look at spider man
Scared of 8 legged creatures
But when it turns into a person, we’re in love
aka Tom Holland
The adventure goes on in Canada,
Doing linear algebra, don’t think I’ll ever need that
the third law of motion to every reaction there’s always an equal &
Opposite reaction
Wow that was Newton
Every new day is a restart
Where new things get sparked
Be the firework & ignite the light
Woah did I just reference Katy Perry
Don’t be like Tom and Jerry
Instead maybe get a date in February
Watch the void of sunsets
And lets not have regrets this time
Here Have some key-lime pie
After all, we only live once
Do those stunts
Dunk that basketball
Lebron James will be proud
A new day gives you many chances to create new story pieces
So tell me what is your story?
Is it filled with glory? Captivate me
Because when you grow old
And see the last piece of your hair fall out There always comes an end
To a good old story
You were the life of the party
So rest in peace
As you are the story to my life
That I’ll never stop reading
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 6:00 AM UTC