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15.3k · Dec 2018
Lovemaking Chemistry
Travis Green Dec 2018
Last night I cried myself to sleep thinking about you,
the ******* chemistry that we used to share over
the midnight campfire, our sleek bodies rising in passion
with each bursting flame, deep shifting fingers pressed
up against thick sheets, as our ankles and thighs
harmonized and smiled, glossy green eyes filled
with lust and immense thoughts.  Your soul was
calling out to me in the nighttime sky,
vibrant skin sifting inside timeless climaxes
and rewinds, shimmering lights and hypnotic
gleams, an ocean of water and poetry gliding on
booming beats.  The world began to sink inside
our romance, the horniness of our hot flesh sizzling
in sparking temptations, deep designs and glimmering
patterns.  And as our nations made music over earth’s
creation, brilliant escapes and captivating depths,
you were the magnificent star inside my kingdom,
the purest existence that could illuminate the fire
inside eyes.
5.7k · Aug 2018
Shotgunned
Travis Green Aug 2018
An immense circle of thoughts was clouding
my brain in this room of reconfigured dimensions,
the spinning ceiling fan whirling into a windmill,
the ******* floors breaking into a wave of sharpened
metaphors, the expressionless curtains filled with fear
and crashing scenery, a dark hollow surface converging
in a rhythm of insane beats, imprisoned noted drumming,
disentangled sentences, shattering subjects, compressed
conjunctions and compounds accelerating into an eternity
of uncolored existences, as I stare at the isolated sky,
swollen stars diverging in a broken pattern of faded worlds,
the breathless moon sunken in a domain of interchangeable
languages, meaningless mazes, chopped consonants,
crumbling dreams, everything shifting in a sea of diminishing
whirlpools, while I drifted into a realm of uncaged thoughts,
a crushing cycle of unbalanced worlds, dizzy and senseless
paragraphs bleeding into timeless realities.  My eyes are
plummeting and shackled in drumbeating rhetoric, lost logos,
swallowed pathos, enveloped ethos, rainless cheeks, cloaked chests,
handcuffed arms, square root hips disassembling into deferred
depictions, distilled dreams, shadowed feet hardly more than a
poetic sound, a sore scrawled letter stretched in ragged angles,
stinging, helpless horizons.  I gazed at the shattered glass on
the kitchen floor, how its cracking vibration rumbled inside
my veins, how its impossible syllables blazed my soul,
the burning air around my inner being suffocating in Saturn,
vanishing in Venus, exploding on Earth, every ****** debris
splitting in horrid labyrinths, a screaming depth hidden in
disguise.  I glanced around at the broken wall where
my drunken dad fists where imprinted, the mangled wood
hanging in drugged vowels, the rotten symmetry disappearing
in chalky chambers, roughly lined hues declining without a trace,
as I reflected on the series of events that transpired, the way I
could hear the slamming door raging inside my vessel,
enflamed flaming verbs hovering in high rhymes,
hardened adjectives, destroyed derivatives, disintegrating
equations, the way his bladed feet dragged across the floor,
every reverberating step drowning the sunken space between us,
unwritten surroundings trapped in the atmosphere, confined in a
cloud of inconsolable galaxies, the raging fire stained ***** bottle
wedged between his grubby hands, as I could smell the reeking
breath sifting out of his mouth onto my monotonous flesh,
the same ruthless flow traveling in stuttering nouns, drowning
my heart in Neptune, while I listened to his blazing bloodshot
words, You are nothing without me!  You are worthless!  
You are just a filthy *****!  I wish you would die!  The rising
diction clenched every part of my frame, the way I could breathe
in the asphalt in his tasteless lips, a dying aroma that made me feel
like I was a featureless street seeping into underground dungeons, undone, a destroyed beauty shotgunned.
4.2k · Aug 2018
Missing My Mother
Travis Green Aug 2018
I listened to the soft sounding consonants
rise above my foster home, swirling against
exuberant trees and iridescent leaves falling
in twisting rhythms on the scratchy gray pavement,
an indication of distant metaphors flickering with
no sound, a slow spiraling square root evaporating
into thin dust, as I gazed at the overlooking sun, how
its shining depiction cried for validation, scorching
light, harsh vowels twirling around galloping clouds
trying to discover perfection.  There was the crumbling
landscape lost in the background, shifting in smaller
silences and flaming depths, filled with complex thoughts
and stumbling languages.  As I sat on the silent steps
watching the various figures fade into each other, streetlights
and skyscrapers, scurrying pedestrians and corner stores,
my stained blue eyes crammed and slammed, drowned
and pounding, dying every second when I realize the essence
of reality, the way it burns bright throughout the night sunken
its own intensifying flames, endless shapes disguised in anger
and pain, like a raging moon vanishing away never to be seen
again, like a vicious galaxy burning everything in its past to
a satisfying defeat.  My heart is cracking and splitting in
expressionless puzzles, a puddle of solo soapsuds, a scraped
brick building resembling shattered walls, scrawny hands hung
in smeared surfaces, stuck in a blob of yellow paint scrubbing
away its flawless scenery, leaking subjects and predicates scattered
in misaligned pages, wet alleyways branching into quivering caves,
while I reminisce on memories of my mother, the way she used to
hold me in her arms, every touch of her thin fingers pressed
against my waist, its magical rhythm traveling around
my beautiful body, rushing down my angled spine.  I could
feel her smooth skin sinking into my ochre-tanned flesh,
how she embodied every glorious kingdom, a crowned queen
draped in extravagance, how the bright hues in her frame
made me feel all the serenity within the world, so magnificent,
igniting every imagination inside my being.  She was my hero,
a glorious gem that gleamed like an array of galaxies surrounding
earth and Saturn, a melanin masterpiece purifying the atmosphere,
a wheeling instrument strumming its enchanting melody across the horizon.  She worked hard all the time, trying to make my dreams come true.  Most nights she would grab a second job to make sure the bills were paid.  She never complained or grew tired.  She was determined that I would be somebody and make a difference in the world.  She was the inspiring teacher sitting on the floor beside the living room chair, demonstrating how to solve an equation, how to disentangle the numbers and simplify it into its equalizing state., the way she would educate my mind and unwind the questions in my brain, the way she showed me the value of an honest living, letting it seep inside my soul until I could breathe in the definition of a true man.  Now I can see how the warm days drift away into restless nights, how the hummingbirds that soar past my sight remind me that she is never coming back, the way the sinking flowers stand in confusion, crying rosebuds, trembling petals, stripped stems roaming in loneliness.
3.7k · Aug 2018
You Are No Son Of Mine
Travis Green Aug 2018
Above my home where the dark clouds
curl into the sky clinging for a home to
rest their sleepy depiction, shadowed
trees hum sweet lullabies, lonely leaves
breathe in the sad song of fallen dimensions,
letting its lifeless view roll upon their frame,
the chilled breeze sailing in the skyline,
as I scramble my way out of a filthy dumpster,
a mountain of disintegrating mess covering
my broken body, hovering flies surrounding
sticky strips of spaghetti, moldy mashed potatoes,
and moldy chicken *** pies, while my mind sunk
into traveled thoughts, bruised hands pressed against
the creases in my forehead, allowing my existence
to feel the stranded scars streaming in various mazes,
dull eyes flushed with a burning disorder, aching cheeks
and chests nestled in darkening chamber corners, buried
hips and thighs uprooting in somber blades of grass,
thorned, torn, and destroyed in different worlds.  As I stood
on the slippery pavement staring at the ruffled scenery
in my sight, spinning streetlights thickening into slouched
positions, screaming sidewalks spilling sadness and madness
in the drenched air, razor-edged buildings inching into crushed
centimeters, jumbled meters, ****** yards.  I replayed the sober
images in my head, the way my young brown-skinned mom said
I would never amount to anything, how I could hear the raged
noun ****** sift into the distance, its flaming mechanics
accelerating into screeching sounds, the way she hurled
her fists at my smashed face, every vibrant language
breaking apart, slamming shut into closed infinites,
snagged contractions and gerunds diverging into
shuddering double spaced negatives, the way she threw
my lingering body inside the trash dumpster, her sharp
scarlet words, You are no son of mine, ricocheting off
savage surfaces, sparking my soul in a calamity
of choking diction.
3.3k · Jul 2018
Loneliness Inside The Moon
Travis Green Jul 2018
I can feel the loneliness deep inside
the half-shaped moon, stripped, scorched, destroyed,
shifting, scrambled diction, hazy nonfiction, drifting
consonants and vowels lingering in meaningless
frames, confined in a sleepless state, searching for
its missing outer being to make it complete,
quivering in solemnness, struggling for freedom
and perfection, conflicting science crumbling without
reason, evaporating equations swallowed into unfamiliar
places, sunken history tumbling into the depths of the abyss,
disconnected from the great milky clouds and glorious
sun, its wandering metaphors hovering in some unknown
distant kingdom, in the depths of a solitary dungeon, dying
of its creative invention, broken sounds sluggishly surfacing
for air, fading shadows seeping further out into the inner wave
of Saturn, its decaying reflection changing between time
and space, rising and falling in forgotten eternities,
declining in rhyme and harmonizing patterns,
as shattered lovers diminish apart from one another,
locked away in frigid and featureless mazes, drowned galaxies
floating in sinking outer spaces, vivid blackness surrounding
its sunken design, lost languages falling apart into split and hidden
dimensions, swimming in stuttering syllables across the crimson seas.
2.8k · Dec 2018
Harlem Nights
Travis Green Dec 2018
Groovy brown skinned brothas
hip hop to the smooth jazzy
beats across the starlight scene,
exhilarating eyes light up
the uptown extravagance,
as they bust a move in the
drumbeating room, rotating
and vibrating, grinding and
bending, breathing in the
singing saxophones and
trombones.

Flashy lights shine bright
and vivid in crystal clears,
as young sweet caramel
girls sway to the high
hypnotizing sounds,
spinning hips lost in the
night, gliding on waves,
shaking in the serene
breeze like swinging trees,
soaring endlessly
across the rings of Saturn.

Heavy adrenaline rises
inside the upbeat and
sassy melanin sistas,
stomping stilettos,
show-stopping arms
and thighs harmonizing
to the midnight rhymes,
while hard bassline sounds
sifts inside various dimensions
of extreme delight.
2.7k · Dec 2018
High Climaxes
Travis Green Dec 2018
Back when we used to record
sensual songs in the studio,
adrenaline beats rising in a ray
of waves, sweet rich sounds
filled with so much energy.
I could feel the rhythm of your
warm seas soaked in juicy
fluids spark my soul.  
The delicious chemistry
touching everywhere down
to the depths of my existence,
soft liquid syllables sifting
inside my milky bronze skin,
as your melanin hands harmonized
with my vivacious cheeks,
head spinning vocals reaching outer
midnight dimensions of high climaxes.
2.3k · Nov 2018
A Smoky Love
Travis Green Nov 2018
It was the day before Thanksgiving
and we stood outside across the street
from my home.  The sun was shining
in the distance and the deep solid
clouds were frozen in silence.  I
lit my cigarette with a lighter
and tried to breathe in the words
that were running out of your mouth.

You were tired of being with me.
The love that we had was running
it's course.  You were losing your
balance and creativity.  I paused
with each breathless beat, letting
the diction rise in the shadows
and fall upon my chest, letting
its existence settle inside
my veins, as I flicked the
embers on the gray pavement.

My soul was fading yellow with
scarred and stretched surfaces,
aching brushstrokes beginning
with no meaning, while I shook
my head and turned away towards
the silent trees.  A part of me wanted
it back, the tender love that we used
to share over midnight poetry, the
******* we used to do over
R. Kelly's song, Bump and Grind.

But I knew that we were too far
gone across the distant seas.  
And as you kissed me on my cheeks
one last time, I knew I would never
see you again.  I watched you walk
away in the distance, a smoky love
diminishing in the ashes.
2.2k · Aug 2018
Equilibrium of Rivers
Travis Green Aug 2018
There is an equilibrium of rivers
soaring into a distant spectrum
far from earth's existence
unfamiliar territories extending
to the deepest depths
bursting beginnings
exhilarating endings
a true presence unmasking various
dreams deep within the core of the universe
a wave of thoughts and feelings
floating in the crimson sea
in the moonlight of hollow chambers
the shimmering sun shining down
upon its glossy surface
sinking in its shadowing frame
how it's captivating phrasing
is a passageway of escaping mazes
a domain of unbreakable chains swelling into eternity
curling in rising nouns and pronouns
amplifying into massive metaphors
a horizon of limitless languages
shifting towards greater heights
illuminating destiny in the palm of its hand
each magnificent sight a seamless design
of crowned creations
every synchronized sound a desiring anticipation
waiting to be unveiled to the masses
2.1k · Jul 2018
Life or Death
Travis Green Jul 2018
Life or Death

I can see the blinding light surrounding me
in my broken hours, the deep rugged circles
under my shapeless eyes, featureless cheeks
floating along the wailing streams, the silent
screams stabbing my soul unremittingly all
through the night, chills sinking in the depths
of my flesh, darkness creeping in the shadows
cutting me deep, tormenting me constantly in
my sleep, crashing and burning, drifting and diminishing,
disintegrating and dying, slow startling thoughts
invading my landscape, every wall encompassing
my view spinning and intensifying across my sunken
dimension, slipping int a world of pain and anger,
blazing flames casting immense loneliness in my heart,
embracing the vicious freezing winds whirling in my direction,
imagination fading into depression, dreams vanishing into
broken bottles, as I gaze at the sharp steel blade facing me,
counting the ways to draw blood upon my existence, the crimson
flow suffocating my crying escape, peeling skin deteriorating into
gray ashes, feeling its smooth jagged edge pierce my skin to a slow
and brutal death.
Travis Green Dec 2018
She says that I'm overthinking small
situations and turning them into complex
equations, a mountain of igniting dungeons
beyond infinities, a labyrinth of swelling
light flickering without energy.

I gaze at the unfiltered alliteration in her
one-dimensional shape, the split derivatives
diverging towards a square of stained
subtractions.

My mind is the light source that transcends
destiny, a wall of mirrored depictions
aligning with my soul.  I am a critical thinker,
and I shall live in this realm forever.
1.8k · Oct 2018
Dead Silence
Travis Green Oct 2018
There is a dead silence hovering above my broken soul,
a splitting equation of cracking rhythms reverberating
into infinity, drumming waves roaring inside my veins,
flaming diction curling in my mouth, slammed, amplifying
into a constellation of crumbling syllables, jagged, stained,
disentegrating languages crashing into other worlds, swallowed,
stabbed, drowned in diminishing dimensions.
1.7k · Aug 2018
Fire Spinning Kingdom
Travis Green Aug 2018
I sit on the rooftop of my home
above the city traffic breezing through
the stark streets, their shadowed tires
playing various musical notes upon the
glorious surface, swirling smoke from engines
twisting and twirling in the rising air, the deep
shifting sun wearing it’s majestic crown, gazing
at the beautiful scenery glittering in its eyesight,
my bright brown eyes staring at a mountain
of lyrical content, a stunning sheet filled with
blazing melodies, a magnificent instrument strumming
its skills upon a drumming landscape, an amazing vocal
pattern hip-hopping into a dominion of amplifying layers,
each time changing into a collection of crystal clears,
resurrecting a roaring sea of swagging infinities flying
into future constellations, while suntanned trees swing
a swift beat, rocking in outer worlds far from earth,
marching leaves sinking in magical passion and dancing
dreams, breathing in the eternal existence of tranquility,
letting it seep inside their frames and intensify their minds,
letting its philosophy of uncharted depths exhale a wave
of genius creations, a glowing gem existing beyond Venus and Mars, further distant than any galaxies known to mankind.  As I sit on this creative platform of timeless brilliance, I can feel the echoing breeze whispering in my ears, its smooth monotone sounds stinging my soul,every essence of my being, igniting a fire spinning kingdom of raw and gritty poetry inside my heart.
1.6k · Jul 2018
Flaming Passion
Travis Green Jul 2018
I stood outside last night
on the cold bare ground
and gazed into the eyes
of the bright gleaming moon
so many poetic thoughts
so many broad inventions
each one redefining my inner being
a bridge of brilliant chemistry
seeping into the crevices of my vessel
a wave of mass equations
adding magnificent meanings
in my existence
an equilibrium of perfection
encompassing my dimension
I could see the history in your pages
how it intensified and shined
from the beginning to the end
how I could taste the harmony
in your powerful symphony
how the sounds moved me
in a sea of faraway galaxies
a lifetime of infinity within your essence
You were my flaming passion
a unique design dissolving
deep inside my heart
1.5k · Nov 2018
A Damaged Ocean
Travis Green Nov 2018
I thought I had buried the pain beneath
the clouds, half-naked and floating,
a terrible vibration exploding into
immense hurricanes, savage knifed
thoughts drowning my flesh, saw
gashed, whip slashed, a ragged beaten
roadblock falling in drunken depths.
I could feel the cold splintering blade
slicing my neck, a suicidal slain beat
filled with swelling flames, crazy
unchanging borders broken, hammered,
shoved, a damaged ocean bleeding
in strangled waves.
1.5k · Dec 2018
My Son Is Now 18
Travis Green Dec 2018
My son is now 18 and I can see the change
in his shifting stance, the boldness and
complexity in his presence, deep dark
diction beneath smoky stained clothes,
scattered cigarettes piled up in *****
ashtrays, ghostly fumes filling the
cold air, as he dashes up the stairs to
his bedroom.  And as I stand in the
kitchen over the stove steaming a
fresh *** of boiled chicken, salad,
and mashed potatoes, I can hear his
smooth slick words echoing across
the room.  The heavy giggles and
sensual thoughts seeping inside his
mind, running game on his main
squeeze like the world was his
majesty, like a crowned creation
falling into submission to his
nation.  I step closer to the stairs
and listen to the soft sounds of Joe’s
song, I Wanna Know, playing in the
background, slow rising beats curling
up in the air towards divine enchantment,
hypnotizing harmonies beyond a bed of
thin sleek sheets.  And as I breathe in the
soothing melodies, I’m forced to remember
the days when I was young, a rich tasteful girl
full of chemistry and flawless formation.  I was
grooving to the spinning jams like it would be
this way forever.  I had forgotten how much
time had passed by, how the waves
of his existence was on a new wavelength,
how the stars in his eyes intensified in
immense shapes, how the shimmering
moon was his light inside his kingdom,
the cosmic space taking him into a new
sea of discoveries.
Travis Green Aug 2018
There is a wave of basslines rotating and vibrating in the landscape, smoking vowels splashing and cracking in diamond depictions.

Heartbeats thrum in dizzy formations, lost in the beat bopping
and flow rocking.

Heads spin in faraway galaxies, further than eternal Earth,
seamless Saturn, flaming Mars.

Secret stars burst with electrifying energy and trigger blazing consonants.

Hips divide into multiple equations in a series of grinding rhythms.  
Over the top sensations spiral high in the sky across the jazzy
frame.

Muscles popping, feet hopping, arms dropping in breaking beats,
as sweet sistas and groovy fellas gyrate in timeless dimensions.
1.4k · Dec 2018
Pure Sweetness
Travis Green Dec 2018
I can hear the vibrant sounds of seabirds
soaring in the air, the angelic sun shining
so beautifully across the skyline, soft
puffy clouds of magnificence, a mansion
of perfection, thick pine trees glowing
in eyesight, as I watch the pulsating pond
outside my home.  

I can feel the warm water soaking my feet,
the flowing breeze wrapping around my body,
reeling me int pure sweetness.  

And as I inhale the rich air, the many colorful
seashells scattered across the beach, the earth
and sky hovering over me, this place is everything
that I ever dreamed it would be.
1.3k · Dec 2018
Ocean of Poetry
Travis Green Dec 2018
Your labyrinth of kinetic chemistry ignites
desire inside my soul, shimmering brown
eyes a wave of passion seducing my flesh,
honey brown cheeks a hypnotic place of
brilliant dreams, enticing kingdoms, soft
lips a maze of escapes burning my body,
as I run my hands through your smooth
thick dreads.  A lover's harmonic melody
sifts inside my mind, timeless highs
and moonlight skies, mega beats and super
bassline drums sparking my veins.  I want
to embrace the rhythm of your **** inside
of me, sweet sounds and emotions rising
all over me, fire building and boiling with
lust, secrets unlocked, jazzy glow, neon
lights under the beautify sky, while I
lay in your arms and feel the ocean of
poetry soar inside my heart.
1.2k · Dec 2018
Celestial Stars
Travis Green Dec 2018
His voice takes me into outer worlds
of love languages speaking inside
my mansion, strong soothing diction
drifting over me on a summer night.
his shiny teeth reels me inside his
mind-blowing ride, an upbeat rhyme
intensifying into an intoxicating high.

His arms take control over my spine,
so crystal-clear and captivating, the
sensual power of sheer perfection
making me weak all over.

I can feel the heat waves inside of me
gliding and grinding into emerald
gleams, the scintillating sky bursting
bright in my light, while I smile and
gaze at the celestial stars in your
presence.
1.2k · Aug 2018
She Left Me For Saturn
Travis Green Aug 2018
She left me in a space of silence
and traveled past the shimmering stars
and midnight moon, further out into the
world of Saturn, spinning in serene syllables,
swaying to the rocking beats vibrating in the
distance.  I could see her in my dreams draped
in a stunning sunflower dress harmonizing
with the breeze, her azure eyes writing poetry
in the sky.  I’m here in my living room beside
the windowsill, staring out into the night at
the darkened depictions surrounding my soul,
every breath of my vessel burning in tight verbs.
1.2k · Nov 2018
When I Look At You
Travis Green Nov 2018
When I look at you,
I can see the autumn
trees rising in swirling
emotions, earthly leaves
clinging to every movement,
soft beats intoxicating serene
creations, as the midnight
moon gazes at the cityscape,
masterpieces of brilliant
dreams, admiration and
appreciation, captivating
hues surrounded by
extravagance, as I breathe
in the depths of your
existence and feel the
kinetic energy sink
inside my heart.
1.2k · Jan 2019
Crimson Cloaked Continent
Travis Green Jan 2019
I can hear the waves yelling in
the horizon, deep tightened
syllables swirling into darkness,
flooded and drifting, blistered
and sunken in pain, the collapsed
closed conjunctions crushing into
jammed underground cells.  Down
by the beach house the strong breeze
blows through the cityscape, a
haunting existence surfacing
around the twirling trees and power
lines.  I can see the shadows of a
love I once knew hovering in the
somber space, the same chalky
taste, smashed eyes and cheeks
smelling of burning liquor and
dingy cigarettes.  And as I
gaze into the face of his crimson
cloaked continent, viscous verbs
swelling and exploding into chaotic
awakenings, there was a salty drunken
thought rumbling inside my brain,
reminding me that as much as I wanted
to escape, his damaged love still
haunts me everywhere I go.
1.2k · Dec 2018
A Palace Of Romance
Travis Green Dec 2018
The smoothness of your brown skin
captivates my soul, hazel eyes so bold
and beautiful, a palace of romance and
sensual dreams, shimmering beams and
nightlife gleams.  

His sweet lips touch my skin so
peacefully, melodic vowels and
fascinating sounds, deep channeling
languages of sheer temptations,
harmonic creations.

I can feel the music inside his chests,
the dynamic beats drumming endlessly
around Neptune and Jupiter, explosive
Mars, spinning dynasties over magical
majesties.

To run my fingers through his dashing
dreads, wavy locks upon my heart,
an aura of celestial instruments
intensifying my flow.

To inhale the lucid lyrics all over
his body, taking in his world of
magnificent nations – the upbeat
rhythms traveling through the
cityscape, the flashing light
posts standing in glorious delight,
the midnight skies of love over
divine cuddling.

The phenomenal poetry gliding
on top of the balcony.  The
shimmering syllables sparkling
in the air.  The brilliant metaphors
bursting in celebration.  The
vibrating alliteration pounding the
pavement.  The swagging similes
dancing in the night.
1.1k · Jul 2018
Fire Blazing Chapter
Travis Green Jul 2018
I turned the unopened pages of your book
to the fire blazing chapter filled with chaotic
diction, scrambled alliteration, sinking similes,
jumbled metaphors, piercing personifications,
raging landscapes tumbling into shrunken
shadows, clouds of tormenting destruction
surfacing in the darkness, thundering asteroids
blasting down upon fiery dimensions, creeping
demons ******* the blood deep within lifeless souls,
vicious animals gnawing on scattered strips of flesh
across the sunken graveyard, hovering bats circling
the horizon in search of their next fallen angel, as
my eyes drifted deeper into the inner core of your
magnificent work, how my eyelids faded into the sharp
edges of your reach, how my smooth suntanned skin
became a hard-splintering wood, its grainy texture
a paralleling frame of your flaming design, the way
I could feel every part of my presence losing the
blossoming beauty within my canvas, the way as
I continued reading your captivating creation,
my anger amplified a thousand times,
mind bottled thoughts became a wrecking
ball of burning flames.
1.1k · Nov 2021
As I Fall Asleep With You
Travis Green Nov 2021
I can love you more
I can slip into your bedroom at night
With your lights turned out
See you sleeping softly under the covers
Your face, lovely as ever
Your hair, an incomparable treasure
Your lips so seamlessly dreamy
Come to you, whisper caring words
In your left ear, hear your breath rise and fall
Get into bed with you, my arms enclosing you
Keeping you warm as I fall asleep with you
1.1k · Nov 2018
Blazed Beat
Travis Green Nov 2018
There was a blazed beat beneath
my feet, hard rumbling sounds
knifed and ******, slammed,
a smoked gunshot enflamed
with anger and pain, harboring
hurricanes whirling a crazed
chaos, a smashed sea of squared
thoughts, stormy and ravaged
depths, crime damaged breaths,
scarred imperfections exploding
in gushing bruises, beaten bridges
and existences, unstable and
disabled, a flaming brain of
scorched sunrises,beyond
blackened worlds, a slashing
rhyme with no goodbyes.
1.1k · Dec 2018
My Only Son
Travis Green Dec 2018
I stood in the closed space
trembling all over, cracked
eyelids slowly falling in
deadened existences, somber
cheeks sinking in the air, as
I stared at the shadowed walls,
the Spiderman comforter
covering the stained bed,
a square of Lego blocks,
blue polished tricycle,
game consoles, a spinning
yo-yo that my baby boy
used to hold onto like
he'd discovered his new
best friend.  I remember
the days when we used
to watch Recess together,
?his bright blue eyes staring
excitedly at the screen,
picture perfect animation
elevating into heightened
equations, ecstatic smiles
and sparkly cheeks.  He was
my world, the one that kept
me working hard every day
to make sure he never went
hungry, a shining star in
my dreams that made being
a father the greatest joy.
And some days when I was
in the kitchen fixing his
favorite dish, fried chicken
and crinkled French fries,
I could hear the satisfying
delight in his face.  His
exuberant words,
This tastes amazing dad,
as I smiled at him and
thought how lucky I was
to be a part of his life.
And when it came time
to put him to bed, I'd
read, "Life and Dreams,"
his chipper frame smiling
in the moment, seeping
inside the lovely diction.
And as he drifted off to
sleep, I could see his
lips moving at a slow
pace, I love you, dad.
I'd kiss him on his
cheeks and reply,
I love you too
my little man.
Now as I stand here
gazing at everything
surrounding me,
how my life is
screaming inside
and out, harboring
in brokenness, I can
feel the suffocating
breaths in the distance
creeping around me,
a sunken flame
disintegrating into
greyed ashes.
1.0k · Aug 2018
Serene Sounds
Travis Green Aug 2018
I want to feel the serene sounds of the hovering breeze
caress my chiseled cheeks and my inner core, curl up against
my hazel eyes and eyebrows, its equations of existence speaking
poetic notes within my eternal being, reciting a thousand shimmering languages over my body and soul, the way my cracking muscles rise into a circle of galaxies, farther outward in a realm in sync with Saturn, mirroring a marvelous maze of infinite, single-spaced designs highlighting the lucid landscape, illuminating its extreme brilliance and fiery passion, sparking a range of exotic highs intensifying in flight across the horizon, adding spectacular two-dimensional creations in various angles, multiplying and dividing, subtracting and combining into an immense infinity of captivating chemistry spanning the universe, how the drumbeating trees soar into a jubilant song, their magnificent leaves harmonizing with the internal rhyme, lifting towards the enchanting sky, feeling the warm air slowly shifting into a breaking beat, a rebirth of hypnotizing depths blazing its existence beyond reality, distant from the diminishing downbeats that used to pound its spinning pain upon torn dimensions, drifting into a dangling glossary of worthless words echoing through the night.  I could feel the blasting intensity drumming its bass lines within this magical kingdom, every amazing thought sifting inside my heart.
1.0k · Dec 2018
Crazed Chaotic Drums
Travis Green Dec 2018
I can feel the static electricity surging
through my veins, raging slashed
voltages running rampant, destructive
beats blazing my escape, dazed and
flayed, crammed thoughts pounding
inside my domain like crazed chaotic
drums.  The world around me is
spinning frantically in scorched
dungeons, savage city slums,
slumped bridges and crumbling
labyrinths, a ravage wrecked
landscape sinking inside a
crimson drenched death, a
splintering tornado unleashing
a gut-wrenching sound of havoc.
991 · Jul 2021
Forever
Travis Green Jul 2021
He will forever be
In my soul
In all the enchanted places
That greatly sparkle
Like ardent stars
976 · Dec 2018
Down At The Barbershop
Travis Green Dec 2018
Down at the barbershop where the
upbeat finesse fills the scene,
hypnotic basslines and smoking beats
rise from the radio into the
jazzy air.  

Various boys and men come
by to get close haircuts, fresh
fades, and dope designs.
Harmonic flows travel across
the shimmering space, bright
waves of excellent taste, a
thrilling serenity of light,
as the barbers create magic
in the brilliant place.  

Biggie’s lyrical anthem, Big Poppa,
blazes around the room,
hip-hopping jams full of
deep spins and breaking booms.

Groovy barbers rap to the beat,
spitting fire flaming diction
in glowing dimension, marching
in glorious rhythms, as the
whole masterpiece becomes
a supersonic sea of incessant
boogying and wavy arms,
snapping ankles and dancing
feet, an engine racing extravagance
moving in high flight.
943 · Jan 2019
She Is Michelle Obama
Travis Green Jan 2019
The way she struts through the cityscape
amazes me in the brilliant ways, her
fashion style and sophistication is beyond
its time, seamless stances and elegant
smiles, she is a dazzling diamond inspiring
the various people around the world.
She is a beautiful mother of two wonderful
kids, Malia and Sasha.  She is a magnificent
wife and a blossoming rose rising in the
iridescent light.  She is married to the
distinguished gentleman, Barack Obama,
who is truly an inspiration to the masses.  She
is a very smart and intelligent woman who knows
her worth and what to stand for.  The way she
utilizes her words is gloriously breathtaking.
She has a bright personality and a stunning face,
a rhythm of great taste, remarkable depth and
a Courageous role model.  She is full of vivacity
and compassion, strength and sincerity, the worlds
First Lady to enter the White House.  She is the
astonishing author of the outstanding book entitled,
Becoming.  She is the extraordinary Michelle Obama,
who was born in Chicago and rose to the top.
Travis Green Nov 2018
Most weekends I’d go hang out
with my brother Donte and play
video games on the PlayStation 2,
our hands clutching the controllers
uncontrollably.

And as we sat in front of the big
screen TV playing Grand Theft Auto:
San Andreas, there was a gleaming
glow in our serene faces.

We could feel the exhilarating
excitement soaring through
our veins, bursting hearts alive
in the moment, breathing in every
winning second.

When we grew tired of playing
the game, we’d take a walk down
the city streets and giggle about
the most random subjects.

And when night finally came,
we’d take several snapshots
together, my brother holding
the camera in his hands,
pressing the shutter button
of a lasting memory that
would always stay stamped
on our chests.
893 · Aug 2018
Soulless Dimensions
Travis Green Aug 2018
I can feel soulless dimensions seeping inside the inner depths of my veins
A flaming lyricism splintering my skin into dripping dreams
Flawed creations lost in timeless escapes
A downbeat hanging in insane extremes
All twisting and cracking
Shattering in stained surfaces
882 · Dec 2018
The Magic In His Dynasty
Travis Green Dec 2018
The rhythm of his firm body
excites my brown eyes, his
curly afro running through
my mind, his forehead full
of lustrous designs, his cheeks
a glorious valley of bright hues,
the poetry inside my soul that
shines across the vivid oceans.
I love the depth in his words,
how his soft languages of love
curl in the air and illuminate
in the midnight.  His ******
appeal entices my dreams,
the shimmer and flowing
creations of soft melodies
over nighttime chemistry,
taking his clothes off
piece by piece, embracing
the magic in his dynasty –
the late-night sensual vibes
hovering in the jazzy
sky, the bopping beats
pounding inside his chests,
the blazing blunts and
hypnotic Cîroc.  Ice Cube's
song, Today was a good day,
circling the stars above.
The stroking fascinations,
the vivid vibrations, the
immense elevations, the
amazing equations of
escape captivating his
heart.
872 · Nov 2018
A Cold Unrhymed Beat
Travis Green Nov 2018
There I was standing in the stark cold
in New York staring at the fast-paced
traffic breezing past my sight, flashing
bright blurs blinding my eyes, heavy
rising fumes lost in the air from rusty
engines, as I breathed in the loud
vibrations and mixed creations
surrounding my eyesight.  
The towering buildings concaving
around my soul.  The high pitched
trains pounding my brain, steel
scraped railroad tracks sifting
inside broken lanes.  The blinking
stoplights lingering in helpless
shadows.  And as I gazed at the
scarlet stained sidewalks, how
the cigarette butts sunk in
meaningless mazes, screaming
embers disturbed and scorched,
scarred and surrendering,
my heart was against the wall.
I could feel everything around me
moving in accelerating speeds,
scurrying pedestrians clouding
my wild breaking frame, swollen
grayed trees clicking and blazing
in little language, red smashed stop
signs falling in between compromised
worlds, while I struggled to break
from the love that stole my heart
in the nighttime spark.  I could see
his dark twisted eyes in the shadows,
crimson-black designs destroying
my mind, smoke shattered kisses
torturing my dimension, as I
gasp deep heavy breaths,
embracing every single solid
drum shuddering inside my nation.
How was I to know that your love
could burn my flesh, razor flamed
and ******, over flattened and
rammed, a cold unrhymed beat
diminishing my existence in the
blackened skies.
858 · Jan 2019
Filthy Pain
Travis Green Jan 2019
After I dumped the filthy pain inside
the dank gutters, slimy and dry
double negatives, flat and hard
vowels breaking at the core.  I thought
the loneliness inside of me would
vanish away into sore and drowning
corridors.  But I could still feel the
dripping paint running down my
stained skin, joyless diction rolling
around and upturned.  I heard the
breaking of bones and browning
nouns, whiskey flamed adjectives
pouring out scraped and abandoned
metaphors.  The thoughts were
destroying my beauty, the mugshot
memories stuck in jagged alleyways,
ragged mazes, craggy chambers,
smashed maggots, a darkened dwelling
drumming inside my depiction in the
cloudy drained sky.
Travis Green Nov 2018
What I missed the most about
college was the days that I used
to hang out with my brother
John, the late-night chilling
in Gold hall playing Medal
of Honor on the Game Cube
conversing and giggling
about the most random
conversations.  And the
next day we would
walk around the campus
and breathe in the sweet
refreshing air, the stares
and smiles rising in the
sky, slow-wheeling breezes
brushing up against our bodies,
vibrant vibes soaring across
the jazzy surface.  There
was a rhythm of tranquility
reverberating in various
motions, a satisfying sensation
surrounding the glorious
landscape.
836 · Jan 2019
Our First Date
Travis Green Jan 2019
It was New Year's day, and the
sun was shining upon the
cityscape.  The clouds were vagrant
white and pleasing.  Down the street
past the flourishing shopping centers,
there were vibrant crowds of people
walking across the sparkling sidewalks.

It was Friday afternoon, and we were
sitting outside at an extravagant café.
You were dressed in your stylish
FashionNova and glittering high heel
boots.  I was wearing my VanHeusen
button up shirt, brown khakis, and
dashing dress shoes.

Our bodies were in the perfect
synchronization, a graceful
posture full of desire and new
beginnings.  I could see in your
sky bright eyes that you were
fascinated by my frame, the
movement of my lips as I
spoke such sweet words
to your astonishing beauty.

It was our first date, the start
of something spectacular that
would evolve into an exhilarating
and timeless chapter of our lives.
I watched your every motion, how
your flesh shined in the light, how
your world seemed to glisten like
the seas.

Every part of me was sinking inside
your nation, the razzle-dazzle and
beautiful blushes, the tender lips
and smooth thin hands, as I longed
to breathe in your exquisite fragrance.

The bossy earrings were gleaming in
sight.  The long flowing hair was rising
gently in the wind.  I wrote your amazing
poetry inside my mind, letting it's incredible
diction illuminate the inner realm of
my domain, let it open my world
to a glorious delight, as we engaged
with exciting conversations over
a glass of hot mocha and sensuous
thoughts.
835 · Dec 2018
A New Beginning
Travis Green Dec 2018
Last year my family and I traveled
to New York, the bursting bright
dreams in our light, the big apple
rooted inside our souls, the van
packed with immense suitcases
and heavy exhilaration.  

We were on the long road to a
new beginning of our life.  The
world we used to live in was filled
with endless moments of dragging days,
sweat stained fields riding our backs,
as we worked long breathless hours in
the scorching heat, feeling our flesh
burn to a smoldering defeat.  

And as we topped and suckered the
tobacco through the day, blistered
hands buried in blazing depths,
our swollen feet cramping and
struggling, waiting patiently for
a sweet escape.  

We thought it would always be
this way, every morning waking
up to the sounds of rattling tractors
and smoky engines, long draining
walks and dripping sweat rolling
down our cheeks, while we took
in the consistent cries of our lives,
letting the journey seep inside of us,
letting this world be our forever home.

Now as we stand on the grounds of
New York, the many fascinating people
passing by us in extreme excitement,
exquisite extravagances and designs,
towering buildings built of massive
strength and diligence, the Brooklyn
bridge standing majestically in the
distance overlooking the shimmering
scene, the Statue of Liberty rising
high in the sky like the tremendous
trees, like a distinguished nation.
And as we walk down the city
streets of Times Square and
breathe in the wonderful attractions,
golden glory and brightness, a
show-stopping entertainment racing
through our bodies, we welcome
our new home of various adventures,
a phenomenal place full of excellence
and taste.
796 · Oct 2018
Let Me Count The Ways
Travis Green Oct 2018
Let me count the ways to
how much I love you so,
the midnight glow in your
eyes that hypnotize my mind,
serene skies surrounding hazel
designs, bushy eyebrows
a wave of horizons shining down
upon crowned creations, bright
brilliant hues an infinite constellation
of spectacular masterpieces, chiseled
cheeks full of passion and vulnerability,
smooth luscious lips an ocean of
uncharted discoveries, upbeat chemistry
and energy, various equations of infinity,
as my heart sifts inside your impossible
imagination wonderfully made.  Strong
sloped shoulders, deep defined chests,
angle lined waist, thick-veined *****,
a sea of unimaginable inventions.  
I can see within your flawless frame
a world of glorious dominions bursting
with strength and demand, seamless stances
and enchantment, power and desire, insight
and might, boldness and creativity,
worker and teacher, father and fighter,
uplifting and caressing, a blessing
and a never-ending, loving and wanting,
dreamer and designer, vivid and rare,
a gleaming gem I won’t let go
787 · Jun 2019
Nightlife
Travis Green Jun 2019
I used to love rocking
with him in the gaudy
nightclubs, sea-green eyes
drifting into dance jams,
drunk rhythms, spinning
inside burning Mars, his
feet moonwalking through
the crowd, waiting for the
blazed beat to sound off,
as he bopped his head
to the hypnotic music,
flashy shoulders moving
in the breeze, embracing
the iridescent chemistry.
And as I hopped onto the
dance floor by his side,
electrified rhymes rumbling
through my muscles, so raw
and pounding, a bursting bomb
of atomic funk, I grooved inside his
galaxy, hips twisting and turning
into intensifying dynasties,
funky legs breaking down
to the ground, whipping it
around and around, going
downtown, spine-igniting highs,
cool consonants skyrocketing
towards Mount Olympus.  
Our bodies spun, the nightlife
shining within our souls,
faces floating in extreme fever,
knees rising in paradise,
crowned, intoxicating,
hands wild-waving,
lost in this amazing
enchantment.
767 · Dec 2018
Magic
Travis Green Dec 2018
We sit at the park late at night
feeling on each other’s flesh,
touching the love muscles that
spark rising seas inside our veins,
inhaling the beautiful memories
of our lives together, the moments
when we first met by the riverbank,
the waves dancing in the distance
upon our hearts.

There was a bright rhythm of dreams
inside your soul that made me fall
deep in love with you, your azure
eyes meeting mine, a treasure of
delight, an excitement running
wild, as the sun shined down
on the landscape.

Your sleek starlight surface
was a scintillating square of static
shocks striking my chests, a glittering
sensation spreading paradise across
my world.  I knew in that moment
you were the flashing light glowing
bright in my presence, the one that
could take me away from all of it,
the endless days and nights struggling
in love and bitter breakups, the world
pressed against my back, trying to
destroy the flame inside of me.

Now here we are curled up beside
each other, gently kissing tender
spots, welcoming the magic in the
air as it seeps inside our mansion.
Travis Green Dec 2018
When I'm alone, I find myself fantasizing
about your vibrant brown skin, the rhythm
of your delicate touch caressing my soft
plump ******* and around the passages
of my navel, beautiful bright pores
of astonishing angles, hypnotic
geometry, supersonic equations of
exuberant joy.

I can dream your swirling chocolate
of fineness crawling over my body,
massaging my favorite spots, deep
invigorating fragrances of fascination,
soothing relaxations, spinning
rotations of melodic escapes,
as my fingernails circle the pad
of your arms, teeth-biting and heavy
heartbeats, a thrilling spark beyond
transcendence.

And as our feet intertwine, the sensual
beats of it all, love flights soaring
towards intensifying desires, flesh
filled fancies, the harmony between
inner and outer worlds sifting into
each other, while we lay on the beach
breathing in the sublime landscape.
743 · Mar 2021
I Gotta Do Me
Travis Green Mar 2021
I just need a quick getaway
from this wrecked relationship.
I need to relax my mind
and find the time to get back to me.
Give me more freedom and peace.
Take me away from this chaos.

I’m tired of pressing pause
on the remote button in my heart,
attempting to diminish the streams
of your love once more.
I’m more than a man.

I must come up with a plan
and burn the yearning that
keep intensifying for you.
Boy, I gotta do me
and be free from this toxicity.
736 · Jun 2021
The Wings Of Serenity
Travis Green Jun 2021
I wonder what I can do
To enter your dreams
And sing to you so freely
Wrap you in the wings of serenity
Feel the softness of your body
Glide my hands down your arms
Love you like you deserve to be loved
Let me stir your world
Unearth your buried desires
Feel my supreme heat
Run effortlessly through thee
734 · Dec 2020
I Will Never Let You Go
Travis Green Dec 2020
I will never let you go because you mean too much to me.  We may not be together, but that will never stop me from loving every part of your heart.  You will always be my starry superstar, my one love that continues to grow like the fresh flowers in the summer. I will always open the gates to your love because you took me to a place that I never thought I could go.
723 · Dec 2018
Freedom
Travis Green Dec 2018
Above the grassland the sun
shines upon the landscape,
a colorful wonderment of
creations, a twinkling beam,
a shimmering brushstroke of
infinite heartbeats.  

I watch the body of trees sway
in seamless motions, an arm
of astonishing bridges, incandescent
leaves, the brilliant face of the sky
an illumination of escape taking me
towards towering flights.  

I can breathe in the wings of love
hovering in the air, the hands of the
whipping breeze beating my chests, as
I stare at the sparkling red birds soaring
across the horizon.  

There was an iridescence of tranquility
in this place, a beautiful sound of
pure melodies touching my cheeks,
brightening my brown eyes, while
I simply smile and hold my head
up to the sky.
716 · Dec 2018
Growing Up
Travis Green Dec 2018
My daughter is 16 and thinks that she
is a grown lady, the sassiness in her steps,
the stares and smirks in the bathroom
mirror, rosy fleshed cheeks chipper and
glowing bright, as she dances and spins
around like the wheels of a moving vehicle.
I can see the upbeat swag in her hips,
the iridescent charm in her flow, how her
caramel brown skin glistens like the sun,
like a sparkling diamond in the moonlight.
And as she twirls her lustrous curly hair,
I can hear her soft voice singing Brandy’s
song, Sittin On Top Of The World, pure
sweet harmonies rising in the air towards
a sea of uncharted dreams.  There’s the
dazzle in her bright brown eyes, serene
gleam and glossy red lipstick she tries
to hide from me.  Her mind is ahead
of its time like the tremendous trees
that stands in the background filled
with so much knowledge and depth.  
But a part of me worries that she is
becoming a young woman too soon.  
Some days when I’m home polishing
the furniture and she walks in through
the screen door, I can see the radiance
and flirtatious grin in her frame,
those various boys that got her losing
her mind like a kingdom falling apart
piece by piece.  And when I try to talk to
her, there’s the smart remarks that rises
out of her mouth.  Who do she think I am?
She must not know that she is not too old to
get an old-fashioned whipping.  Back in the
days when I was a teenager and we talked
back to our parents, that was grounds for
an absolute beat-down, the kind that had
a stinging sensation of blazing rhythms,
a swollen space of broken waves.
Still, I understood the meaning behind
those times, the many days when my parents
showed me tough love in hopes that I would
bloom into a blossoming woman.  And now
as I stare at my baby girl, I can only hope that
she too will blossom into a beautiful flower.
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