#weezylangpoetry
Before her scar
She was fundamental.
She was a comrade. love,
Commitment, under
Her command. A comrade
Yet so fragile like
China plate. She wore the most
Expensive Flowing Purple garment.
Such a sight to behold. She's was royalty.
She'd let us wear this garment. Her scent
Uniquely Unquestionable filled the
Air in Which she existed. She a melancholy
Poet, She wasn't drama. An epitome of beauty.
An offspring of moments,
Sometimes taking ages to come into
Existence..She was rare.
The feeling she gave was mysterious
Once established. Our soul entangled while
At her Alter. In her presence
Words Never existed. ****** expressions
And there was an understanding.
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 1:38 PM UTC
Pieces of silver awaiting you
Just for a serpentine kiss
Spilled 30 pieces of silver,
a suicide rope lingering.
That i would like to be your fate
My beloved friend
Only then, might I consider
Forgiveness.
But they don't do that no more
After bashing the skull of trust.
You feel little pain....
you tell yourself
you would recover.
I feel great pain,
uncertain I will recover.
It never hurts and eats out the bone marrow
Of you.. well,
It did me!
My heart into 31 pieces,
shattered.
A suicide rope for my neck,
That would be my fate.
My beloved enemy
only then,
will i take
Vengeance's.
Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 1:17 PM UTC
But really,
what does it mean
When you cry alone
What does it mean for me, a man
To cry with you?
Spilled white wine rolling down
My thick masculine cheeks? No, is
More like a thunderous piercing(pain) hidden
Within layers of facade down my heart
I wish I could fill the hole you dig a times
But only if you could talk me and be a bit
Open like a shallow hole present on a wall.
Maybe then I can decipher your signs
You don't have to solve all your problems
On your own!
When it hurt,
It's
okay to cry
It's okay to be mad
Sometimes you just got to smile
And I just wanna be the one that put that
crescent Smile
It's okay to at least
whisper, let me solve
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 2:53 AM UTC
I purchased a gun just to shoot my dad
I shot him in the heart
I shot him in the head
I shot him in the stomach
God knows
I shot him in the
Eyes
Then I blew the smoke off
the top of my gun
Stared down at him
Then I smiled
My eyes were still closed
As I sleep walked
away to my bed
Where I continued my sleep.
Now with death summoning him
he staggered right
in front my mom
Giving her the sympathetic look
"How will she survive
With the rest of the kids?"
My moma is a witch,
a seer,
She saw it
and intervened..
With some kind of
mystic enchantment.
My dad is alive
I have never known a deeply thoughtful provider as
loving, caring and dedicated
to his kids just like my dad.
Yet
I almost killed my dad
Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 2:29 AM UTC