"likea" poems
betweenwe
there,s a stiff flower
bloomING
she plays slightly, it like
a lute likea minstrellike a goddess a.she,s
twining curdled moans, my arms about. softly;
i
climb clamor clamor into the moist
into the damps
into the wet architecture of her lips and the cusp
of endless pleasure erupting a basin of pale shoulders
and glittering eternal emeralds bust from the kind sockets
the habitual tumors of her ******* the strong scent of her
health, and the
tongue of flavor of her melody strangling. night the night air the soft
heat of her flesh. the morsels of her fingers dimple fastidiously chaotic
rumbling stupid majesty exploding
oblong jousts of sallow skin. my neck. onmyneck. her nails. onmyneck.
i'm this:i'myours
Aug 30, 2010
Aug 30, 2010 at 12:24 PM UTC
I'm a foolish fragile spine. Wanting all that is not mine, I want him but we're not " right ". They all agree that I'm a suffercator. I'm burying all my secrets in my skin.love is just a camouflage of what reresembles rage again. Because I love you, I'll let you go. My love is just to dark to care. My smile was taken long ago, if I can change I hope I never know. You couldn't hate enough to love. I only wish you were my friend. Spiraling down, biting words likea wolf howling.I used to be a lunattic from the gracious days, my aching heart would bleed for you to see, but now no more I love yous the language is leaving me. I didn't feel the fairytale feeling anymore, am I a stupid girl for ever dreaming that I could. If you leave when I go, find me in the shallows.
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 9:09 AM UTC
Everybody close ya eyes and you'll see
Pictures of me showing raw skills
With my poetry follow me
Til I reach the top of the mountain
Hittin' the youthful fountain
Something must be going wrong
Why does every rhyme look likea song
Is he an artist or a poet regardless
You still feelin' my ****
Don't matter I'll shatter
Any who think theyre badder
I'll just show em the ladder
Stairway to Heaven like Led Zeplin
Keep my poems stored in
The back of mind cuz ya can't put price on a mind and I'm
Coming up with that raw ****
That make every hater throw a fit
I Hear a knock at the door
Thinkin' to myself Who is it?
Its just my consciousness paying a little visit
Tryna keep me up on top of thangs
And take down the political gangs
That hang
In the district of columbia
Like bees to hives I'm swarm ya
Til ya get sting and cling
To me like an otco' ****
Eight tentacles leeched to
The game it's a miracle
And im about concealing my name
Fuckin' chasing fame and dames
You at negative yards how you gone gain
In this world thats corrupt
Soon get sticked up stop being a sucker
Mentally disturbed like a clucker
Lifes is an ambition
I'm just tryna luck up
So stop wishin' foo
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 4:45 PM UTC