"mya" poems
Your “about me” says: ask”, but I don’t know where to start.
Your intent wants to “date but nothing serious” at heart.
But I wanna know more,
my ambition is to learn how very ambitious you are.
The 3 photos attached to your profile inspired me to write this scribe.
Hoping I don’t come off as corny cuz if I do I’ll be dying inside.
But I’ll shoot my shot, slide in ya DM and hope the best of luck.
And I ain’t goin lie, I’m digging ya style, you look **** as hell without your pictures showing too much.
Eloquent features, soft lips, but are your eyez filled with pain?
Cuz the pics don’t depict a smile, please don’t take that the wrong way.
I wanna get high with you spiritually and **** the **** out of your thoughts.
Make your spirit bust as ya soul gets wetter from every idea that was sought.
I wanna kick it, share uncontrollable laughter, go on adventures and get lost.
What’s the cost?
Free thinker, free thinker, are you thinking I’m too soft?
Nah never that, I’m just not afraid to show emotion in which this generation is currently at fault. Their lost.
Doesn’t mean I’m in love with you, doesn’t mean I’m not guarded and ****
Doesn’t mean I’m tryna lock you down like Wayne and mya and have you fallen and ****
But I am interested like whoa, who knows it could be destiny
Even though I wanna see how you put that thing on me, I can’t let you get the best of me
I wanna know everything
from your first love to your last
All just because I’m captivated and your “about me” says “ask”
So I ask.... are you intrigued as well?
Or am I looking for love in a wrong venue?
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 12:19 PM UTC
NI SAHII
Nimekuwa silent for a while waka-confuse kuhang boots na a short break,huwezi nipata bar no wonder bars zangu ziko so-bar,black supremacy... Niko na connection na maraga ndio maana akanipea hii ko-r-ti,ni poet petty siku hizi na-weigh content si value ya suti,apart from kutema visiriaz,nacheza guitar na at times isukutti,kaa ni kisima,si unajua obvious hii_ sii_kuti,
Daily na hood niite mya-hoodie,ni due to public demand so sikuwa na budi,nilipretend kunguru ndio nipate hizo white collar jobs,na nikasema sitadiss king rabbit ndio unispot kaka,aty petty ameomoka?,si aitane basi sherehe ya kukata na shoka,kaa ni breko naamkia konyangi,na hii dry spell uko sure hunyongangi?.
Hii class kila mtu huchoma tuko high class,heri uko mnakula vako,huku kumekauka kuliko kichwa ya babu owino,dawa ya wivu nakuandikia eno,situmii smartphone natumia phone smart,only call sina time ya kuchat,ambia smart joker jokes zake huwa joked smart,
Walisema sikio la kufa halisikii dawa,acha nijaribu tena MARA MOJA, thanks to corona for the first time mluhya anaoga mkono na si ugali anakula,na petty unatema hata mtu haezi sema,ni venye alikuwa na vinyasa mbili so nikamwomba sho-r-t_moja,na petty pieces zako huniacha in pieces,hizo ndio comments nareply,juz for teases,
Na kama corona shida zangu huwezi zicough out kwa public,natumia mouth piece ya scimo na Leo hatubongi za mitaro na toothpicks,na kuna chizi flani ananukia colon na hii corona huwezi sema kwa mama mboga iko loan,na kama ni lyrics nauza hii itabidi umechomoa mita,na before niachilie mic,kumbuka sonko alisema social distance ni ya one metre,sihang suspenders kwa shoulders, nikiwa hustle nahang guitar,hio time short nimespend apa nilikuwa na blessings za mama no wonder sijastammer,kama nimekubamba scratch kwa tenje uniseti stage ndio home na sijaplan...kuhama.
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©️2020.
Sep 10, 2020
Sep 10, 2020 at 5:29 PM UTC
Up early
Thinkin bout my girly
N her nice curls
How she was made for me
Like God knew how much
I like curves
With thighs like Mya
So good I think I might die
Eyes so lovely
I think I know why
Cuz they lookin at me
Like I'm someone or
Somebody
Got me feelin fire
Now I'm tryna beat
Like karate
I'm deep in thought
Bout bein on top
Her tellin me
To keep goin instead of stop
Wrappin her hands round my neck
Kissin n bitin me
Lips n teeth send electricity
And tingles that lighten me
She wanted compliments
Well these are free
Complimentary
I glimpsed ya legs last night
When you were shining that light
They looked lovely to me
Just how I like
I love ya smile when I can make it widen
But it's ya lips that make me stiffen
Thoughts of them kissin n lickin
Every muscle on my body
While those sweet fingers
Tapered to perfection
Slowly stroke and pull the choke on my ********
Face me or face away
Just so long as you came to play
May 8, 2013
May 8, 2013 at 1:49 AM UTC
My best friends name is Mya
Shes a beautiful wonder; a saint in disguise
But she hates herself
For everything
Eating, talking
Breathing
She let's out forgiveness but breathes in resentment
It gets changed somewhere inside
Afraid to stand in a crowd afraid of the looks
She thinks people give her
Tries to starve the ugly out
But girl, there wasn't any to start
Used to cut her wrist let flowers spill
She quit that dangerous addiction years ago
But it still haunts her mind/thinking should I? Should I? Should I?
Should I again give into the unforgiving blade?
Shes so hungry but won't let herself eat
Traded in her pain got a different kind
I love you I love you
I'll say it untill you love yourself
Dec 4, 2013
Dec 4, 2013 at 7:36 AM UTC
Di ko aakalain na sa iyo ako mahahanga
Sa dinami-raming mya babae na aking nakikita,
Ang iba'y kasing talino ni Einstein o kasing ganda ni Catriona
Ikaw na nga babang binigay sakin ni Tadhana?
Ako'y paunting-unting nahuhulog sa bawat oras tayo'y magkasama,
Di ko kayang malimot kahit aking sinubok.
Pero bakit ako natatakot?
Gusto ko rin magkaroon ng tayo pero ba't di ko magawa?
Ang puso ko'y namumuhay parin sa nakaraan.
Patuloy parin tumitibok sa taong aking pinangakuang
Hihintayin ang araw na muli ko siyang matatawag "aking mahal".
Huhintayin ko pa ba ang araw na iyon dumating?
Kung pwede lamang ligawan kayong pareho'y gagawen ko
Kahit isa lamang ang pwedeng manatili sa king puso.
Sabihin niyo na tanga ako magmahal ay la kong pake, dahil ito'y aking alam.
Sino ba ang pipiliin ko? Ang nakaraan o ang ngayon?
Jan 21, 2020
Jan 21, 2020 at 6:14 AM UTC
Mia Mya oh sweet Mryia
Walking down the apple path
A gust of wind
And now she broke
Mia Mya oh please Mryia
Skipping to her mushroom house
A gust of wind
And now she's lost
Mia Mya oh no Mryia
Diving in the acid pool
A gust of wind
And now she's gone.
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 11:27 PM UTC
Those that look hard and right
will see how brilliant truth
exists with void-like immorality
They may run on dreamy eyes, (that's their gas)
but not over priced.
hety mya thcou tasbtarc
knowledge.
But Eight seconds won't suffice. Not knowledge.
Brilliance requires meditation.
Apr 8, 2012
Apr 8, 2012 at 5:02 AM UTC
Mya is a dingus
Jeff wants his ******* answers
It's snowing on Mt. Fuji
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 9:44 AM UTC
Oh
These tears I dearly cry
A bit of my soul flows away with them
Oh
Take me with them
Lead me away from the sorrow
To the new
Lead me to where
the flowers grow
Lead me to where the light
Shines
However deep the anchor goes
I do tread
My hands are tied and pull me
Down
How the pressure grabs my chest
Let's watch the bubbles rise
Oh
The surface of the waters glisten
And lightly shows the sun
I would love to
Float
Up
There
Oh me?
Oh my,
Oh no
Not me
I will not float
I am a rock
I will see the bottom
Long before I rise
The cold
The dark
It is my home
I'll breathe in the water
To let me drown
I will close my eyes
And be with
The flower
~ Mya
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 1:38 PM UTC
It's a place not many like to visit because of the feeling it gives. The feeling I so often learn to forget, until I am face to face with the tomb of the one I miss the most. The sky appears to be dark; even when the sun is shining and the birds are chirping, I only feel the darkness that lingers around me. I walk down several paths with suspense of what is going to strike my mind when I am reminded of the absence of him. I hear the cars passing by, but my thoughts are much louder than the noise of the cars, the birds, or the sound of the leaves crumbling beneath me as I lay beside him. But he is much farther down. He is 6 feet under, yet I can still hear the sound of his voice on my 9th birthday replaying over and over inside my head saying, "Mya happy birthday baby, I love you very much." As I stare at the steelers sign that is carved into the stone beside me, I closely hold onto the necklace he gave to me as the tears start to fall down my face and onto the nearly cut grass. The grass reeks of the Earth being alive, healthy, and well- unlike the curse of cancer that left my father weak. My mouth goes dry, but I can almost taste the air that leaves me with a lump in my throat. It taste like sadness, but the feeling is much more power when the thought of those around me try comforting me, that is until I realize that I am alone. I can smell the flowers that lay all around, and for a few seconds I remember the rose bush that sat right in front of his front porch. The same front porch I left a bright red nail polish stain on, and in that moment I can smell it and hear his voice yelling, but it only becomes comforting. Everything hits me at once as I try chocking out some words, and I speak of my life and how deeply I wish he were here. As I slowly walk away from the tomb he was buried under almost 7 years ago, I whisper one last thing. "I love you to the stars and back, but I think I miss you more."
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 11:35 PM UTC
Life can be cruel,
If we listen to it's harshness,
But if you look within,
Your find your way out of the, darkness.
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 5:27 PM UTC
Mya
Joanne
Patricia
Cindy Lou
Please tell me do
What is the colour of L O V E?
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 4:42 PM UTC
pain takes hold again
and I sit disturbed
not understanding why
I feel like such **** –
looking at 40 years
of systematic body abuse
from the hardest drugs
to the worst foods
lack of regular exercise
mingled with attitude –
irritated joints combine
with a furrowed brow
and crooked teeth
to create an image
of despair and anguish
as I attempt again
to rebuild this mess
into a prize of humanity –
silver whiskers and a stigmatism
misshapen nostril
and a **** chin
look back from the
cracked mirror
I am inferior –
beating myself up
over a belly devoid of beer
and the ever thinning
and receding hairline
I no longer feed my ego
as it sits starving
and neglected
rejected by the woes of aging –
enraged and feeling caged
I desire to fly free with Mya
but death is no repose
only an entry into the next phase
is existence really worth the trouble –
lamenting has taken its toll
and feeling like a whiney *****
I make the quick decision
to stop this nonsense --
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 10:45 AM UTC
I hate it when I dream of you
I hate it when I care
I hate it when you touch me
And
when you play with my hair
I hate that I can’t forget you
Or when I can’t sleep
Because then I’m trapped with the thoughts of what we could be
I hate it when you text me like everything’s ok
I hate it when I reply
Even if it’s just a simple “hey”
I hate that you got me hooked
and then went away
I hate that I can’t erase when we met
If only I could skip that stupid day
I hate that I can’t hate you
No matter what I say
No matter how I depict you
You’ll always be so great
You’ll always make me smile
Even after you make me cry
You’ll always be my knight
Even if there’s no trouble by
But I’ll never be your princess
And I guess that’s just life
So I’ll keep telling myself I hate you
And hope that I’ll be alright
______mya 1/18/18_______
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 9:16 AM UTC