"metamorphosized" poems
I remember that night
when our stars aligned
the memory still fresh in my mind
attraction at first sight at the speed of light
our worlds collided and our universe was created
the synergy of our chemistry
it mattered mentally so it metamorphosized physically
we didn't make each other, yet, we created us organically
like two atoms coming together
the explosion implodes literally
manifesting something that didn't exist
creating something that consumes you entirely
Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 1:29 PM UTC
One Sunday Morning,
Josh & Nicole woke up
to find they had metamorphosized
into Jellyfishes.
As rosy fingered Dawn met
their night breaths and stirred the Sea,
an intense Grace sighed,
dreaming effortlessly on misty
shores still wrapped in silky
emerald sheets of caught
infatuation, hooked
on tasty morsel
twisted in loves net.
Their waking sinfulness
forgets the vast Ocean
even as their jellied skin glides
and melts together
under gentle undulating waves
and watchful Sun eye.
For the rest of their days
together, Josh forgets
to stare at lonely lands
and Nicole imagines
the next day together.
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 12:14 PM UTC
The death of me, will probably be, self-inflicted or come unnaturally. /
My generation has metamorphosized to believe this ideology filled with lies, and grown to despise all things good, all things right/
Holiness is but a mythically unattainable virtue only seen with wise eyes/
And me with my wide eyes open couldn’t even see past sunrise/
Many times I hid behind my Christian face/
My black skin speaking tales of my Christian race/
But then straight after church my rehearsed day begins/
Go to see “that” girl and write Haikus on her skin/
A 3 bar poem about why she’s the one/
Taking hours to come home before the day is done/
The death of me will probably be this doomed society/
Digging pits for their own graves with their words of blasphemy/
Drugs lay waste to what remains of their minds/
Trying to convince them that God exists is like defusing a land mine/
Who am I to try and help, I’m still suffering the same/
Can’t even control the thoughts flooding in my brain/
Had to write this out just to try and stay sane/
Thinking is speeding up now, I’m like that electric train…/
And then I see it/
Tomorrows generation smokes drinks and takes drugs/
Looking everywhere for things to fill the void left by love/
Searching everywhere except above /
They are scanning the sea for a raven not a dove/
This is todays tomorrow, where the truth isn’t believed/
And the generation of that time will choose to live disobediently//
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 5:42 PM UTC
If only we could have seen
the way we would become
years after that first
night
when we only saw each other.
Making love
Silently
Innocent souls
intelligibly linked
Speaking without words
A look, sweet caress,
Warm touch
An abyss of unity;
Bliss.
Shh! Don’t speak.
How inconspicuous and slow
the descent into
Vice.
Mutual passion silently transformed into
sly betrayal
Envy, Jealously, Greed
My weapons distilling your desire.
Surrender to my body.
Don’t speak.
Falling, falling,
Two souls grazing the inferno
Damaged now
but we can’t go back
Too late to talk.
Silence is King.
Imagine
Our deepest selves metamorphosized
into words!
Thought exposed
Can you imagine?
No, no I cannot
Sacrifice the last part of myself
you didn’t take.
May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 11:21 PM UTC