"exotics" poems
I get a hard-on whenever I see a hot car
I wanna pump it…yes…I just wanna floor the gas
Blinkers in my rear view when I flash by
Them no fit catch me, not even my tail lights
I like tuners but I really dig exotics
Classy, flashy plus it gets me hot chicks
See the look in her eyes when I do car tricks
Zoom zoom zoom …screeeeech…next please
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 5:35 PM UTC
A last ditch attempt
To the roar
Of a broken siren
The other night
I worked too fast
I gripped no message
I forgot every lesson
Viewing a selfish brat
I punched the mirror
To ten million pieces
Now,
I stand with no reflection
But words still in front of me
That appear
From an unseen Void,
A person unknown,
A being unheard,
And,
If I'm lucky,
To be read by,
Digital strangers
With false names
Mar 26, 2011
Mar 26, 2011 at 12:27 AM UTC
She paid the cost
Endured the loss
Bounced back and found her way.
Now she in her groove
Making all the moves
On a path that she paved.
Oooh everyone around her playing charades.
Oooh while she over here tryna get paid.
Everything about her is self-made.
See the jewels? Oh best believe she bought it.
See the car? She only drives in exotics.
Where she came from? Oooh she ain’t forgot it.
When we locked eyes, no surprise, these feelings yeah I caught it.
Oooh she’s the boss.
But that’s no shock.
Got a walk that match her talk.
That’s floss and gloss.
CEO of the life she lives.
She’s got the sauce.
Homies mad that she don’t show them the ***
Mmm that’s not her fault.
She say she loves me but no need me,
Oooh that’s my boss.
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 7:58 PM UTC
Exquisite and flashpoints Contours
shape your exotics dimensions figure,
and your skin has soft brightness
and sublime nuances
it turns incessant blushes
From subtle grays
to glint more white and pure
stamp your harmonious profile
between limpid quilts
and diaphanous walls
Gently, inch by inch,
my hands slide whit arrogant verve
looking for your flirtatious *******
warm night, baby, madness and pleasure
Your furtive eyes follow
the lilting movement
and meanwhile
I delight
with your exquisite ****** fervently,
Dominating to you
moment to moment
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 2:20 AM UTC
is her favourite colour red?
Like a rose filled with passion and worth loving everyday
or she makes me bleed when I try to hold her
I notice that her hands are red
is it blood of her prior lover or just his kisses
can she ever be a rose of another colour
yellow, pink, white maybe? But then
If I held her then my blood would stain her beauty
now it blends in perfectly like a teardrop in rain
deeper the colour of her lips
for every stroke of petals she touches
but like wine for every passing year
she’ll just get better and better
is her favourite colour blue?
she brings my life out of the blue
like a sea I’ll never know everything about her
which makes me think all the time
and sometimes even dream about her
she is like a moon on a dark blue night
lighting up my life allowing me to see the stars
is her favourite colour green?
Like a leaf she inhales my sorrows and exhale love
she has the ability to change a simple caterpillar
into a colourful butterfly filled with so many colours
many of their names I don’t even know
every spring she is a new shade of green
watching her multiplying like hyacinth over my lake
is that all? No!
She might like white, pink or even exotics like gold
whatever she likes I know she will always colour up my life.
May 13, 2025
May 13, 2025 at 3:25 PM UTC
In the days of Autumn
When he walk on roads alone
He stoped by to read that book
' Tale of love brining from fairy land'
Fairy came real and they fell in love
When he just finished
Reading that twenty six'th page
That exotics love and peace inside
Married them for lives after this life
Indeed that was a wedding
All this autumn witnesses
Sadly the book haven't enough pages
As him to read until to the life come next
The fairy he loves - became part of his void
Autumn is this,mix of the happy and sad
He will come to next life and wait for the fairy he loves
with the book he read and the book he would write
' Tale of love bringing from the promising land'
shanikayrs
Dec 11, 2016
Dec 11, 2016 at 12:19 PM UTC
I think the reason I'm so depressed is because i'm always unfulfilled
I live my life day to day
I crave knowledge and passion
but finding it is hard
when I know the only things that would ever hold my interest long enough for a satisfying career need doctorates
and I'm too lazy and unmotivated to go to classes every day to be told things I already know
to go into debt for knowledge I obtained years ago
There's no easy way to get into infectious or rare genetic diseases
no easy way to become an exotics vet
I wish I could skip the basics
The day to day is taxing
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 11:19 PM UTC