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SelinaSharday Mar 2018
Left with no suga for lemonade..
You didn't give me any.
Its the bed you made.

My suga hidden locked away I always keep plenty.
Yet you should've  given me some.
You didn't give me any.
Should things become unraveled undone.

Behaviors..
Like gentle flavors
Gifted courtesies.
Texting etiquettes.
Is like a lumpy  preserved sugar cube.
Know that rules in texting has its magnitude.      
Proper mannerisms set for the right attitude.
Like sensual videos from youtube.

Proper texting skills.
Sets the flow for good word adjectives.
If texting don't just walk away.. at least say bye  have a good day.
You were texting me and simply vanished away.
Didn't hear from you till some other day.

No good morning no how are you.
No Sorry I hadn't replied back to you.
The stems that builds proper relationships.
Simple actions that can untie good friendships.
Rude mannerisms, actions, bad timing..too many crazy smilies.
Too much giving, too much doing, way too many gifs cheezies.
Texting at wrongful innappropriate times.
Like at the movies or on a date no good signs.
Manners gone like public phone booths uneeded dimes.

Your rudeness Your going I can't miss.
You have no suga cubes.
Just sour lemons..
Easy to dismiss.

You gave me nothing to make lemonade.
Can't fix this mess you have made.
No suga for lemonade!
By selinasharday all rights reserved..3-2018
texting skills learn some.. like if you were on the phone you wouldn't just hang up,, be kind be considerate.
Methmi Mandara Mar 2021
You had no money
We knew, that's not funny
To eat, To drink
Or to travel by bus
But now as a superstar, you got all
You pursued your dreams
And you see our screams
You are our rapper,
SUGA!

Cute thin long eyes
Which cannot tell lies
The soft smile of your face
Makes me happy, no matter what case
A kind loving heart
You had from the start
You are our rapper,
SUGA!
I wrote this for South Korean Rapper Suga of BTS on his birthday
JK Cabresos Nov 2011
Hahay...
anaa lagi koy dakong balay
apan wala gayud tawoy
bisan jutay'ng kalipay,
walay oras nga dili
maglantugi
hiniktan ang kalinaw
ug dili gayud makaipsot
sa adto nga pisi

dako lagi ug balay
apan wala gayud gugma
dako nga balay
apan ang kagubot
dili gayud
mahilona,
daghan lagi nga k'warta
nga natagamtaman
ning mga kamot
apan pubri ra gihapon
magasige lang sa mug-ot
daghan lagi ug suga
nga makit-an
apan kung tarungon
ug lantaw
ngit-ngit pa sa alkitran

maypag wala nalay
dakong balay
kung ing-ani man galing
maypag wala nalang
kung mao ra kini ang
makasamad sa akong
kasing-kasing.
© 2011
there was fine chick
i once knew me and crew
was chillin on the avenue

introduced to us
by one my homies
and we ran train
And barely can maintain

she puttin' crazy
stuff on my membrane
thats when i knew i was in love
with her,so easy i approach

touched her nice hair
sometimes she would wear

multiple colors
baddest ***** like no other
most was smothered

by her affection
givin' ****** mental *******
no need for protection

cuz i be raw ******'
her from the rear
she likes it rough like it smooth
as she soothes
mind body and soul

**** im trying not to replicate
or fold,cuz her touch is immortal
she'll open up her portals

im shootin her to ****** and even *******
she was down for bisexual intellectual
playin' foul didnt care

about catchin anything cuz to many was strung out off her essence

Brown suga baby i gets high off ya luv
I want some of ya brown suga x4


she was never hesitant to give up the ***

**** when my turn came i hit it 2 fast

but at the same time we had a blast

She was makin' me money really
Really fast

**** appeal she kept it real

Sweet n sticky thick ya know what i feel?
Had my emotions sealed

Uh brown sugaaa babyyyyy

I gets high on ya luv

i want someof ya brown sugaa
Geoura geoura
Jebal jom malhaejuryeomuna
Jeoura neodo malhaejuryeomuna
Amugeotdo bakkul piryo eopsi yeppeudago
Jigeum geu moseup geudaero wanbyeokhadago
Manyang haengbokhamyeon dwae geokjeong eopsi
Bujokhan jeomi mwonji chajgi eopgi
Geoul daesin geunyang nae nun bicceul barabwa
Jeoul daesin nae deung wie ollatabwa bwa

Amuri neol tteudeobwado
Bogo tto bogo tto bwado
Niga malhaneun an yeppeun bubuni eodinji
Geuge eodinji chajeul suga eopseo nan

Jigeumcheoreom manmanmanmanman man
Isseojumyeon nannannannannan
Baralge eopseuni neon amugeotdo
Bakkuji mamamamama
Amu geokjeongmamamamamama
Neoui modeunge dadadada da joheunikka
Neoneun amugeotdo bakkuji mamamamama

Idaero (jigeum idaero) oh (geunyang idaero)
Oh (jigeum idaero) oh oh oh isseumyeon dwae

Ttak joha neoui modeun ge geureoni ne mam
Noha amu geokjeonghaji ma I mal
Baek peosenteu da geudaero mideodo dwae
Modeun geokjeong baek peosenteu da jiwodo dwae

Amuri neol tteudeobwado
Bogo tto bogo tto bwado
Niga malhaneun an yeppeun bubuni eodinji
Geuge eodinji chajeul suga eopseo nan

Oge tido tiga naya chajneun geoji won
Nunbusige biccna binteumi eopsji neon
Nae nune eolmana yeppeunji I want you
Jigeum idaero you’re the only one
Lyrics to one of my favourite songs. Sorry for the Korean romanji, site wouldnt allow hangul.
Translation here: http://www.kpoplyrics.net/got7-just-right-lyrics-english-romanized.html
Irisgoesrawr666 Jan 2015
Gurl stops meking out
n asked boi to get potartz
he dus
den gurl teks deep breff
and gurl sais
bf
I am pregnent
will u stay ma bf
n he seys
"NO"
gurl iz hertbrokn
gurl cried n runz awaii from boi wiffout eatin poptart
n she has low blood suga
so she fols
boi runs ova 2 her
She Ded
boi crie
I sed I no be ur bf
cuz i wona b ur husband!
he screems
n frows poptart @ wol
a bootiful diomand ring wus insyd

LIK DIS IF U CRY EVERTIM!!!!
I've always aspired to be a little bit of everything
Try everything once, give everyone a second chance
I dreamt of making mountains from milwaukee's molehills
And find prosperity and pleasure in the potholes

Ask not what your city can do for you but what you can do for your city
And I'll give my city a little bit of everything
Befriend a little bit of everyone

Some see my city as small, but it gives birth to such big dreams such high hopes
A state that has given birth to my state of creativity
A city that has certified that anything can happen
At any second

My city is a little bit of everything
Dangerous like the streets as the numbers get lower
Rambunctious like the fireworks at the lakefront on the 3rd of July
Still  like the suburbs of Wauwatosa all the way to Muskego
Freezing like Madison mid January
Scorching like the city during summertime

My city has made me as
Poetic as Maya Angelou
Brave as Martin Luther King
Intelligent as Thurgood Marshall
Soulful as that lady that sung the blues
**** as Dorothy Dandridge in her red dress
Delicate as Diana before she met the Wiz
Quiet as Celie
Sweet as Suga
Arrogant as Ali
Humble as Halle

Milwaukee, the city that made my dreams.
MC Hammered Nov 2016
Line Dancing with Lucifer

The breeze breathes like the Earth shares
the same pulse.
I trip down the rabbit hole,
but never fall.
The tingles tickle my toes.
I listen with my eyes.
Lucy isn’t in the sky with diamonds.
She’s passed out at the hotel bar.
I trip down the rabbit hole,
But always fall.
I am line dancing with Lucifer.
Erret. The record
scratches. If he likes the way
my hips sway, then
we don’t have to make a
deal. Adios,
amigo. I’m out of this hell hole.
(Literal hole leading from Hell)
The grass smells greener and
tastes taller on the
flipside. I walk on my hands everywhere
I go. Suga ****, you on your hands again?
You’ll marry a rich man
one day, they said.  He will
walk on two feet.
Barely bipedal.
EVOLUTION IS A LIE.
Que habla me nada.
The paintings started speaking soliloquies.
To be or not to be?
I don’t remember answering
the question.
I fall down the rabbit hole but
I never trip.
Anthony Pierre Sep 2020
Sweet Suga won't smile
Emotionless wild sedge stalk
Is Japan sweeter?
Yoshihide Suga will be Japan's next Prime Minister
AminieMecho Mar 2016
Before you play with fire think twice.
Suga how you get so fly?

Sweet talking lady so far from typical, would u please give me your time?

Life's sweet seconds pass on by
Times like these it's alright
Rescue me or move on
This is Blue
SelinaSharday Apr 2023
Such a manly man very rare
Dripping with forbidden
Luxuries.
Complexities bringing out the besties in me.
Owee
Owee
Touching places imaginatively.
At thoughts of beauty.
Guilty guilty..
Diamonds sparkly out shining reality.
I was driving to the store for some seasonings and something refreshing.
As the sunlight kept appearing rays of bright.
Pulling down my sun visor.
The heat of the evening. Gets hotter temps are steaming.
As my mind starts to reflect.
Trying hard to redirect.
Flowery thoughts best to forget.
Walking down grocery store isles.
Looking for black pepper, and onion powder.
As emotions inside scream for hearts attention gets louder.
I need to get some tomato sauce, parmesan cheese,
Feelings leave me alone please,
hearing that voice "come here baby I'm recalling.
Woman quit running suga your stalling.
He states I see you truly I've been going thru my own
lonely thangs I'm a man. Living day by day
working hard laboring with these hands. Meeting life demands.
Your cool such an Angel Brush me with cool wings.
I do compel.
I admit I fail. Just need water from glowing wells.
Mercy for me..
You run away from me.."
Guilty guilty ..please forgive me if I trouble.
I'm shopping isle hopping escaping. All I want is to find my own paper.
That will belong to the words I scribble on it by my own flavor.
Pen courting simple free good dots careful no out of the line spots.
Finally at the register ready to check out.
Tempting treats thoughts to grab them mind plots.
Don't grab any candy junk at the register. Keep it moving.
Guess who's entering.
As I'm exiting. Beautiful luxury manly casually strolling up to me.
@SelinaSharday_H.E.R POETRY S.A.M 2023
REALITY IN KNOWING YOUR A STRANGER TO SOME THINGS..
r Feb 2017
I said
Baby, I've run out of words
All the old writers took the good ones

She said
I'm sorry, suga
They're such big selfish turds...

Why don't you post that one I like
You know, of cloudless climes and starry skies..


I said,
Baby, I can't plagiarize
Especially Lord Byron
He's a famous poet

She said,
*I know it, honeybun
But your old stuff's gittin' tirin'.
Creeker notes.  :)
Mateuš Conrad Sep 2017
it happens rarely, but nonetheless it does:
an alcoholic walks out from his cave,
he walk the sticky wet cement from the onslaught
of rain, laughs-out-loud at the brew
of conjurings in his mind,
enters the supermarket, buys him ***
& pepsi, asks the cashier for some pen & recipe
paper,
scribbles something down -
   and then returns to his abode, less an alcoholic,
and more: a tornado.

what was scribbled down?
  a *******, rather than a thought -
psychology gets away with much
abuse of the ego,
    there's much to be said as to why
"ego-tripping" is underway -
the super-ego is abusive per se -
giving its origins in procrastinating
parents, that dreaded looming shadow -
and the id? does it expand into idea?
i thought not, no, it doesn't:
the id is by no means a worthwhile
segment of the psychological trinity,
it's not an unconscious ego "formality",
it quite simply is: a psychiatric form
of a scalpel: the probing - *it
, the probing
vector that - hardly something
worth keeping:
that "benevolent" honing in on /
probing aspect of the "ill mind":
and the no-too-destructive doctor...
but what i wanted to find was a unit,
something specific...
  something that turns an alcoholic
into a tornado, when walking back from
a supermarket...
              a unit? yes! a unit of thought!
to craft a mathematical orientation that cuts
and measures "thinking"...
  i could only come up with the Φ-Θ
complex
...
              since id becomes idea, and sometimes
the idea does not last, i wanted
to find the abstract...
  please mention the key & door analogy,
please... so much for omicron and zero;
but it's much more than that,
honestly, it's about heliocentric historiology
and geocentric historiology:
and history per se.
  when did one history end,
and the other history begin?
does it begin with the fail-safe idea of
the anti-christ, that precipitated into anti-matter?
or was it october 4, 1957, with sputnik 1?
or was it april 12, 1961, with yuri gagarin
in vostok 1? or was it that the ancient
maxim ringed true with laika beating
  albert?
this anglophone existentialism of puritanical
and exclusive darwinism is a bit like
shoving by ******* into a monkey wrench
and shouting: sneeze! (rather than ease up
on the squeeze).
   anglophone existentialism has become
nothing any intellectual should attempt
from the european continent,
believe me, i've been watching it for some
years... the anglophones have reinvented
existentialism by blackmailing the 20th
century movement, given the maxim:
you have to! whether in bed or in haystack!
you know what? *******!
you stop blackmailing my need to reproduce,
one thing's for sure:
darwinism & existentialism: don't *******
mingle, my dearest suga-pups (shoo-gah
paps, for posterity)!
     and we're talking jackie nicky joker's
sunset boulevard makeover.
hold on, hold on, when did heliocentric history
begin? surely you can stress the theorists
with copernicus or galileo...
  so the heliocentric history began in
the 20th century, mid-way...
and? didn't humanity simply enforce
geocentrism with satellites?
                        i still feel more orientated
around a geocentric historical realism,
than these mundane sci-fi heliocentric
ambitions that: mind the quake:
seem posthumous realism in...
              about 20 generations later...
i never understood why everyone who
"believed" in a flat earth was stupid...
well... "stupid" enough to be able to read
a map, and not rely on a g.p.s. *****...
    like i said: you navigated a car from england
to a remote part of poland, passing
the ****-hole near dortmund in germany?
   that's a ******* blast...
try navigating a car through that ****-show
of ******'s **** of the autobahn...
              but sure, if imagining an orab
from outer space helps: go for it!
i'm a man, a flat earth is practical!
   i get from a to b, i don't suddenly launch
a ****'s worth of monkey goo into outer
space asking for a meteor shower in return!
and that has to be said:
did satellites enforce heliocentrism,
or did we regress back to geocentrism?
   ha ha... what, a, funny, question...
        obviously the latter forest!
dip *****, plonkers, gits and gumps...
the whole lot of them!
       heliocentric history is infantile!
imagine: was that theory conjured up on
three-dimensional paper,
   or was that the best we could come up
with: in terms of abstracting the imaginative
sphere, i.e. on a two dimensional canvas?
it's not like copernicus conjured up
the heliocentric theory, while scribbling
on a statue, or making break-through
graffiti on a building...
   so? is it such a bad idea to interact between
the two perspectives?
                it's what i always asked for:
the humanities replying to scientific relativism,
i.e. perspectivism!
   a dog is man's best friend,
   while a monkey is man's worst enemy:
hence laika beat albert to claim
  the heavens above the allure of azure,
looking down, and licking its genitals...
my my, heliocentrism began with a dog
licking its genitals... what a mighty event!
and it's not even a century old...
seriously, don't people think that
heliocentric history making is a bit
of a loser's game?
      history is, and will remain,
for the most part, a geocentric affair,
even if star trek advancements come along;
i simply lifted the heliocentric curtain:
since, for most part, history
partakes in geocentrism,
    and heliocentrism as "history" is best
summarised by the news talking heads,
always coming last,
        along with cute, puppy stories,
or that panda that gave birth in some zoo
in china.
Katunga la han im' bayhon an ak' nakit-an
Natatabunan han sulhog han suga ha dalan
Ambot kun hi ako ba an imo gin susurob
Kay nag dadali ak' hadto pag lagos tisakob.

Waray na ngan ak' panginano
Baga malipong na gihap an ak' ulo
Bangin man ngani inop la adto
Kay baga madaparap ngan dire klarado.

Nganak "tuod ada an hurob-hurob an hadi"
Nga mayda daw hit nga dapit napakita nga babayi
Batan-on ngan kadaan an panapton
Nakakirugpos hin busag, ngan nagtitinukdawon.

Ambot. Di ak' maaram kun ano't tutuoron
Di man ngani ak' nakaklaro gihapon
Pero hadto daw nga takna, may'da hira nakita
Natukdaw ha dalan, na duaw ha am' bintana.

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Typical horror siday
Blakbuttafly89 May 2018
**** I swear I wish I never met him tall and dark skin I feel in love with him without a single kiss but his heart is what i wanted to win. I have never felt so low and misplaced. the words beautiful means nothing if it’s not coming from him. i keep asking myself if I had made love to u would we still be connected.... I wish I did cause maybe I could stop dreaming about u well at least that’s what I keep telling myself. u asked me if I would tell the person that I fall in love with that I love them truth is my heart was connected to you that very day! it was the longest phone conversation i entertained in a long time 8hrs I mean since high school days..... I knew i wasn’t gonna be able to easily erase ya memory from my mind..... it’s so bad that I had to drop to my knees to begging god to let me forget about you cause it hurts so bad ... I tried to keep dating, I even finally gave myself away smh! made love to some lame to try to erase ya memory and  all I could see was ya face. the ****** won’t stop calling but.... sorry my heart is already taken by a heart less man who probably wouldn’t care if I got hit by a Dart Bus smh! but still every morning I wake up in tears again and again because I can’t stop dreaming that same dream of him.. I asked my therapist the one I started seeing again cause this situation with u has pushed my heart over the edge , I asked her am I crazy or delusional she said no suga u love him,  How??? why??? this can’t be possible! all I know is this has to be the last time I open up to anyone.... It hurts 2 bad to miss someone who thinks so little of you
Destiny Berry Feb 2019
word of advice my dear?
please don’t ever let any man
tell you what you can & cannot do.
yes it may hurt at first,
yes you may shed a tear.
why listen to me?
well with these kind of things
i must admit i know a thing or two.
you are strong.
you are independent.
but how is it he always finds
something to call you out on,
as if you are the one in the wrong?
you are an individual.
you are you own alpha,
and a much better one
than he could ever be.
know your worth.
have faith.
trust God’s path for you
and you will soon see.
do not mope.
do not frown.
it’s slipping! it’s slipping!
don’t you hear me my dear,
stay mindful of that up on your
head-
for it is your crown.
you’ve been here before
this aching dull pain in your
heart is nothing new.
although i know it’s quite
an unfortunate feeling
to get used to.
find the inner strength
to pull out useless memories
as if they are damaged weeds.
suga can’t you realize
that it is you every man needs.
wash your body of his touch.
clear your mind of his voice.
a fresh start is what you need,
i don’t think that’s
asking for too much.
they play you like a doll.
they take you as a fool.
celebrate with their boys every time they score a touchdown,
it isn’t easy
letting someone into your garden
free of charge.
for odd reasons they find the
“hit it and quit it” method
to be cool.
now now do not be too hard
on yourself
my sweet, sweet girl.
like any good person
you gave him the benefit
of the doubt.
you didn’t expect him to leave you wounded,
manipulated,
and lied to.
i would think no one ever assumed so suddenly
he would be up and out.
even your momma loved him.
oh boy, what to say to momma.
will she be disappointed?
will it break her heart?
or will she simply reply
“i knew he was no good
for you child, yes indeed
i knew it from the very start.”
it’s his loss
and yes that saying
is rather cliche.
but you are going to be
an extraordinary wife
and a remarkable mother one day.
do not sulk.
do not cry.
do not sit in bed at 3 in the mornin’
asking the good lord
“why?”
you must take each day
at a time queen.
no, do not shout
“****** ain’t ****”
for there is no logical reason
to be mean.
take as much time as you need
for yourself.
do not change your heart
or the beautiful person you are.
what happened to you can be
deeply hidden.
you smile on the outside
what remains on that
fragile little heart
is a scar.
keep being that positive,
outgoing,
goofy but flawed woman.
stay focused,
keep your priorities aligned.
the one who puts others before herself, the one who is thankful for the life God has blessed her with,
the one who is sensible,
understanding and kind.
now i hope you’ve gained
something from these words,
at least one or two.
and before you go
have i mentioned my dear,
never let a man tell you
what you can & cannot do.

- d.berry
if a man has manipulated, controlled, lied to and/or betrayed you, this poem is for you. remember who you are and how much power you possess as a woman. you are capable. you are worthy. you are enough. you are a queen.
Stepping to the beat, without my feet, so sweet, but deadly unique,
Freak a chick, who dont speak, english dutch to spanish,
See my third leg vanish, outlandish, skillz I didnt plant it,
But I'm a captain, watch me land it, no airplane, puff jane,
It's insane, off the grain, season yokes, for the snowy cane,
Picked the range, over the lexus, haters, welcome to texas,
Plex against us, watch the heat bust, over 300 Celsius, trust,
The feelings I push, watch ambush, chaos, in the land of Kush,
Crush dramas, meaner than a, aggravated llama, calm ya,
Every ya verbs, meditate the herbs, knocking out all pervs,
Suckas get served, cant shake the bell curves, see the nerves,
Of steel grow, from those standing, as a distance so, the more,
The pain, the looser the gain, struggling for domains,
It's a like a police refrain, looking for soaked, up drug drains,


Rhyme stitches increases, this for my nephews and nieces,
Check the thesis, top rap digging in ya, telekenisis, pieces,
Of my poetry, left ya in feces, cant stop the rap carniches,
Glitches, pitched nothing but riches, flawless no shining this,
Ludacris, number spot got ya spot blotched, who could knock,
Take my top spot, we got it locked, like the Lox, hold glocks,
With more heat, to beats, then streets, than flings of rock,
Cant block, the hustle out muscle, any thin vessel, measure,
My treasure, against the flawless, nights of pleasures,
Loose ends, make for loose skins, check my rims spin,
At least 600 classes in, session, mic killer, with no aggression,
Mics I dig, contagious as Mr Biggs, split, ya dot now ya got red wigs,
It's exactly one year
Since you left
This tiring cold earth
Your death
Gave birth to something deep
A wound, now a scar
I watch and feel everynight
A stubborn scar
That deepens with time
Instead of fading
Today this time
I was in a bus
Coming to your funeral
Disappointed like a dog without a bone
And an actor without a home
It's exactly 366 days since your death
Mordecai Amos Suga Masimbira
Died at nineteen before he grabbed
What he was working for
The Nobel piece prize in physics and chemistry
Even in your death
You're unconquered
And I will make you famous
Because you were denied
A long life
Which you deserved
Because to all you were perfect.
A perfect beacon of light
Through the family's dark night.
Words will never cover your void
And only when we meet again will I rejoice.
You live in my dreams
In my art
And in my heart
Which is still moaning like a dove
Solely standing on a thorny branch
Weeping sorely
With burning hope and love
He was my lil brother, i miss him, i love him and i don't why death took him away...
Alexandra of Old Dec 2012
Laetitia
A trilling name
A wack-a-mole
Incompatible yet true

Go on and bust 'a move ol' suga' mama
Make your poppadipops proud!
And don't disregard Dr. Carlisle Bartholomeue Schmo
To lift your wings as you undulate
Through human sized stalks of rye, wheat,
Whatever the young call it nowadays

And fly to the heights
Of a tall sandy-haired boy
Latiaaa Jan 2017
You're my honey BBQ glazed love,
Taste like syrup.
My pineapple cranberry kiss,
My sweet orange teriyaki chicken nugget.
You're a caramel lookin one.
Suga gumdrop sexiness,
My cherry apple sweetie pie.
You're my bubblegum candy pop.
A lemon dripped goodness.
My hot cocoa cinnamon spice,
And Lip lickin brown strawberry sugar.
You're a coconut drizzle,
A melted sunny candy corn.
SelinaSharday Mar 2018
Discover me
Not in the body I used to Be..
yet still confidently.
Uniquely I still be.
Changing..
Arranging.
Discover me.. Brilliantly.
You may Miss me or dismiss me.
Blazing my frames re arranging.
Defy me..No!
Don't Go!
I'm collaborating..
Always masquerading .
Escalating as my mind is fondly playing.
My Life is stage center..
Down center isle I enter.
Enjoying Me Doing me. Able to single cruise.
Strengthened by the richness of solitude.
I'm stable I'm laid back I'm Easy to soothe.
I just need me my own Bae..
Be My Suga Babe Bae
My sweet tooth My Suga Pie a la mode.
Bae Lets get comfortable. ⚤
As One Unit Lets Roll...
Getting to know you..I'm so into you lets roll u n me.. positivity
Elizabeth Bleu Oct 2014
To think of it was immortal
To dream of it was sin
And to want to live it was monstrous.
There was a fire when she was only three,and by then
Her mother was a crack *****, her father no where to be found. She moved from foster homes to foster homes and abuse was her only friend. She turned eighteen and the candle of love which she held ,burned out in the night.
She became what she was supposed to have been years ago:
Torn, worn , a miserable monster. Now she wanders down, a very lonely road, looking for another lover so she can have money for her home. A car stopped at her footsteps
And a faint smile curved on the man's lips
'Heya suga, how much is it for a sweet time?'
'Fifty is enough for the night'.
She got in and he turned of to be a cop.
She spent her last days in prison,no more in parking lots.
So as the ME stands over her, the assistance says,
'I hope she had closure' and covered her now while body.
kyle Shirley Jul 2018
Oh darlin, You got what I need
The love is fruitful with lust
Oh baby, You got what I need
Your the only one I trust
Oh hunny, You got what I need
The magic is in your eyes
Oh beautiful, You got what I need
Keep filling me with your lies
Oh sweet pea, You got what I need
Cheat on me forget saying goodbye
Oh my love, You got what I need
Don't say I never tried
Oh suga, You got what I need
The knife in my backside.
Mariana Seabra Mar 2022
É aqui que me encontras, novamente,
Entre o sonho e a parede.

Só quem sonha
E depois tenta
Transpô-lo para a vida,
Sabe o que é abrir um portal,
Assistir de fora ao seu próprio funeral,
Ter uma eterna ferida
Que de tão brutal
Não cicatriza.

Olhar no seu interior
E não ver tinta.
Entrar no núcleo da personalidade,
Sentir cada átomo que brilha,
Ser a sua própria armadilha,
Estar em paz com a própria ambiguidade.

Respira...
Inspira, expira...
E não sai ar.
O que sai são apenas mais sonhos
Que nunca cheguei a concretizar.

Mas o sonho, tal como o sono,
Esse ninguém me tira!

Mentira!
Há sempre alguém que me vem roubar.
Seja o sono ou a alegria.
Vêm pela noite e conseguem torná-la mais fria,
Raramente vêm para me aconchegar.

Eterna sonhadora,
Sempre com o amor na mira.
Mas, no final das contas,
É o desamor que mais me inspira.
Sem ele não havia dor ou desespero.
Se tudo fosse feliz e concretizado,
Os meus versos não tinham o mesmo significado.
Não haviam motivos para lutar pelo que quero.
Dou graças por seguir o caminho errado!


O Cupido que me foi designado
Deve ter a mira estragada.
Perdoem-me o termo, só faz cagada.
Não treinou a pontaria,
Volta e meia, lá acerta onde não deveria.


Talvez seja um Cupido cego,
bêbado, drogado.
Puxa do cigarro com ele apagado,
Olha-me nos olhos, desapontado,
Enquanto retira do seu saco
Um velho arco sem fio,
Um monte de flechas quebradas...


Mostra-me as asas cortadas...
Questiono-me
"Será que as perdeu na aterragem?
Ou também o roubaram durante a sua breve passagem?"
Pobre coitado!
Não sou exemplo para o julgar,
Também eu sei o que é sentir-me um falhado.
Puxar do fumo, incansavelmente,
Para tentar matar um mal
Que já está demasiado entranhado.

Só quem sonha
E depois tenta
Transpô-lo para a vida,
Sabe o que é precisar de um colo confortável,
Umas mãos carinhosas,
Um sorriso amável,
Um abraço apertado,
Poesia para amparar
Quando tudo o resto parece ser retirado.
Quando o tapete é puxado
E o chão para ter-se alagado,
Criando um buraco sem fim
Que suga tudo o que tenho para dar.
A Terra que me engole,
Enche-me os pulmões de sujidade
Até os estragar.
E sufoca, é verdade...
Mas confesso! É na adversidade
Que, surpreendentemente, aprendo a prosperar.

"Depois da tempestade vem a bonança!"
Relembro-me, tentando manter a esperança.
E nada mais importa,
Nem me quero mais importar.

É a morte em vida,
Repito, uma eterna ferida...
Um sonhador sem amor
É como uma fotografia sem cor,
Como um Sol que não emite calor.
Inútil.

É a morte em vida,
Sem amor não sei sonhar.
E sem o sonho,
Estou entre a espada e a parede,
Com a distância que nos separa a encurtar.

A espada, quem a segura sou eu,
Sedenta que ela entre,
Que me perfure sem piedade,
Só por curiosidade
De ver o que vai jorrar do meu centro.

Aperto a lâmina entre os dedos,
Observo o sangue a escorrer...
Sinto um certo tipo de prazer
Sadio, talvez doentio.
Penso para mim mesma
"Enquanto sangrar estou viva...".
Aponto-a a este amaldiçoado coração,
Faço pressão,
Finalmente respiro e, digo
"Mas que belo é morrer!
Fechar os olhos e nunca mais sofrer."

Já escrevia num outro poema,
"A morte não dói a ninguém,
O que dói é ter de cá ficar".
A cigana que me leu a sina,
Essa sempre teve razão!
Sentiu logo na sua visão
Que ser racional não me assiste,
Que sou feita de pura emoção.
Autora de sensações
Intensas, vibrantes, sinceras, imensas.
Que não sou feita de pele e osso,
Que tudo em mim é coração.
Que sem amor não há sonhos,
Não há motivos.
Para uma pessoa que nasceu amante,
Amar é a sua única missão.

E se não houver ninguém para amar?
Então, baterá lento o coração,
E irá bater cada vez mais lento,
Até se esvair de mim a pulsação.

Fará a sua própria revolução!
Estarei lá para a presenciar!
Para poder gritar "Acabou! Acabou!".

Que anjo foi este que veio no meu ombro aterrar?
Foi Deus ou o Diabo que o mandou?
Alguém o pode vir cá abaixo buscar?
Como é que um anjo me pode partir assim?

Talvez seja simples,
Talvez ela tenha razão...
"O arquiteto deste mundo não o desenhou para mim".
Enfim, gastei mais uma vida em vão.

Já morri e renasci,
Mais vezes do que as consigo contar.
É a morte em vida...
Já sou profissional de recomeços!
Mas nem sempre tenho forças,
Ou vontade, para querer recomeçar.
Donward Bughaw Apr 2019
Unti-unting nilamon
ng ningas,
mula sa sinindihang palito ng posporo,
ang kapiraso ng telang
ginamit na pabilo
sa lumang suga.
Pasensya. Mahalaga ito sa atin upang magtagal pa sa serbisyo o iba pang gawain.
LUNA Jul 2018
A companhia que como metanfetamina me vicia. A falta que como a mais dura crise de abstinência suga tudo aquilo que já tive e tudo aquilo que jamais terei.
Universal Thrum Jul 2020
Suga Booga Marshmallow milkshake pink clouds two ***** fingers
and a saucy meatball, its chill she says, thats the title, giggles to herself and Juniper Rose smiles somewhere as she raps Me and Mr. Horner standing on the corner

An old roommate Carla, told me she liked the sound of the keys because it sounded productive.

     she eats a cookie and says she did it, is proud, says its good and makes some tea laughs along to the ring, chocolate chip cookies left at our door,

how lucky are we, these cherokee blankets, small pox, Covid 9, staring at the sun,    

we live in a world where its dangerous to hug someone you love
Check it love jones, this ain't, ya average Brian McKnight,
But I'll show ya a dark knight,make Christian's bail, thoughts prevail,
See evil parallel, carousel,
Next to heaven and hell, my soul ain't for sale, fault the grail,
Twlight gun sight, close ya sunlight, see death excite, float like a kite,
Skin graffiti, every enemy, shoot em down, like Auddie Murhpy,
True animal, Rambo, anything I touch, I destruct, ya ramble,
Gambles, with the ice of paradise, slice, bullets looking like lice,
Crawling, baby darling, suga pie honey bun, stick with puns,
This is for the real sons, born in the slums, of Houston,
Call us the rocket, cuz we stay shooting,haters get the bootin,
Shake all states, ya in good hands, see where my bands land,
I'm the man, I'm the bro, smooth as nitro, quarter mill hydro,
Stash a dough, yo see the spot blow,like sticks of pyro,
Cycle, wannabe mafiasos, we ain't for gangsta ****, profits
Off of paid gangsta hits,I *****, Luciano boss syndicate,
Move like the wind,cardinal direction, rejections,
Raw base connections, selections, picked,off the smiff n Wesson,
Stop guessing, you stressing, ain't messing, with this live ****,
The bigger the bullets, the bigger the splits, brain gymnastics,
Make classics, raps caviar, see ya demos, capped in plastic




Stature golden, with the axe, blue potion, see the ocean floating,
Posing crab snappers, get hit,with the clappers, Avenue dappers,
Showing love, once I bleed the block, ya know, I keep it lock,
Like goldies, Pretty Tony stello, **** the flows, to hoes, shows,
Skills, what's a bison, to a mosquito, sip the Mojito, sick mojo,
Lay it down, for her four point crown, chakra snow, crystal bezel,
Intellect, shining, dumb the blinding, with my cosmic, signing,
Grinding winter nights, bear necessities, feeling gravy,
Once somebodies, match to me, I got the tactics,of a Grizzlie,
Let the shells, blow like Gillespie, or catch, shots like Gretzky,
Nispy, when I hustle, I'm putting 60 pounds, to your muscle,
The stress is real, war ready, slaying amongst, these killer fields,
Can you feel, the thrill, like MJ on Pepsi appeal,pop steel,
It's all so real, til they see, own blood spill, ya know the deal,
Windmills, record deals, buck a squeal, in the high hills,
I meditate, like a great, monks when I pop, open the trunks,
Begins the ultimate funk, GP mothership, embroidery,
Pinned on ya pineal gland, man I hope yall, understand,
Fake fans, try to knock ya plans, shots opening for, ya awakening,
Yo listens to the cuts from eric b and me just a protege
Of the capital R dynasty nasty mc since the 1980s
Lay funky rhymes that brings the temptations out of the lady
Message ya with melody yo it's a lyrical felony follow me
To the BPM but if ya cant keep up you might be swept up
By the grim chocolate covered timbs see what I did to em
They couldn't stay with the algorithm  lay bars more than a prison
Visions made by me the dopest none spoke of this
Htown showing ya how we shine with out the jewels
Glare like a spotlight you stare at those playing dares
Only truth I boost give a dose of rhyme to knock em loose
My crews dont need no help flows to mic like Michael Phelps
Hip hop kid since I seen what suga hill did bid against the bids
Odds against the evens who do you believing begs a grieving
Emcees are now seeing witness magnificence in ya presence
Once I grap the microphone others show new hesitance
Been funky since these days of GP yeah you know me
Living in colors not with flags check the spokes on the Jags
Sixties class reflect on ya intellect like sun touching glass
Cant avoid this never ending rash see how they crash  
Into disaster tryna match the master beats I taster
You've just entered into the styles of  a chef beat crafter
Watch ya move I came to show and improve needles grooves
Ya soul check the crisp brew 8ball I keep it cold
Guerilla gangsta scrolls know ya role rock the shows
Break gimmicks in this to win this make or a break a stylistic
So you can't miss it this is just a glimpse of my arithmetic

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