Lost in her eyes Wondering why the charming type seem to act shy but love deep, we go to sleep to dream about the beautiful bein occupying our daily leeps as progression proceeds to keep the soul on its feet, underneath societys heat of constant mistreatment and misory will your souls paire to defeat any hole misseemed in lifes wrinkled sheets, we iron on straight, no crease to misplease any fabricated link. Instead of Why is my kind extinct, why is it that hip hop lines arive but dont speak, while poetry will poor out my seeds, i cry at night sometimes to fight her from talkin inside my mind "Hip Hop",, thinkin is it my time to die yet,, sudden falls in raw death,, last drip regret, wondering why it has felt so good laying on her chest. Praying that i never have stress again.. but its never the end, , forever is my purpose and the purpose provided friends,, but honestly where do i begin.

Between the teeth of monster's
grinde the bone and flesh of
forgotten dreams.

As nightmares wake to shadow
and fear, my mind sail's the
oceans chasma deeply driven
by futures pull.

Reality forever leeps forward
into the depths of colliding
waves of experience.

Upon the rim I ride, I tip
slowly into the center of
lucid dreams like a dancer
dancing with its shadow.

These monsters that I create,
grimly I took a leep.

With a mouth full of inky grit
I spit my passion for expression
as poetry leeps onto the pages.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton