"thight" poems
so you say you’re a bad ***** huh
so you prefer to be identified by bad ***** instead of ur real name huh
so you prefer to be valued by money instead of your worth
so you are a bad bitch,i ain’t tryna judge you,this ain’t no court
the term “bad ***** can’t end you up as a wife
those instagram pictures wont work,you can’t put a filter on life
you were born original,now you chose to live as a copy
look colourful on the outside but your life is sloppy
the beauty of having beauty is a lot more than being beautiful
the path to life you follow isnt geting any where meaningful
so you say”love sucks,i chase paper”cus to you love is just a verb
no cure for your attitude so you take drugs and herbs(weed)
anything that has a monetary value is worthless
you used to value more but the tag”bad bitch”made you less
you are now defined by pictures of you kissing the air,
exposing you ***** and *** looking for the next prey on facebook or instgram
we follow our dreams but a responsible man wont follow a”bad ***** on twitter
so you can say,you are not any responsible man’s dream
be a bad ***** all your youth and when old a baby sitter?
you raise the stakes for yourself and still cant cross the beam
life is not rosy and even if it is,roses have thorns
those things you do will hunt you,they’ll come with horns
lipsticks,eyelashes,short gowns,expensive wrist watches and purses
money first and then back on the ground,now thats a curse
bad ******* exist amongst us,they are our friends on facebook
"prostitute"sounds bizzare so she says shez a "bad *****
the person you are still searches for the person you should be
and i hope youre eyes dont remain shut for you to see
and the younger girs see you and want to be like you
they want to dress all thight and paint their faces like you
no one wants to be like margareth thatcher
they all wanna be nickky minaj
these days there are more bad ******* than wives
and to responsible men it’s like stabs from 100 knives
because a bad ***** will follow men
but a lady will cling to a man
and if you say youre a bad ***** and you need no man
tell that to yourself when you turn 40
a lady isnt defined by how bad or ****** she is but how elegant and classy she is
a bad ***** is pretty but the beauty of a lady is defining
so choose today to be a lady and start the change for our generation!#thepoet
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May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 7:53 PM UTC
There was One,
One lad who sat by a tree,
He glanced over the skies above,
With an empty look,
and mouth shut thight closed,
his heart yelled on top of his veins.
Then there was Two,
Glancing over the skies with a longing heart.
The skies opened, radiant and bright,
His face radiated, joy was born.
His empty heart was filled with hope.
Then there was Three,
with a heart filled with Hope and a face that radiates joy,
The young lad set forth in a journey,
An everlasting journey that demands nothing more but his life.
Climbing, crawling, traversing countless terrains,
It was the journey he was born for.
Then there was Four,
Years had passed, and countless lands covered,
The young lad grew tired,
He looked at the skies with an empty look as he did before,
Yet this time he yelled, he yelled on top of his lungs.
There was none, a quiet breeze blew. He was lonely
Yet a gentle breeze does not mean the heavens had not heard.
As he felt the cold breeze rushed over his skin, slowly he felt warmth,
a warmth over his heart as he turned and saw a maiden dressed in pink
Now there is Five,
The lad and the maiden,
Journeying together, they became the best to one another.
Nothing was to be compared with their bond,
Friendship grew, yet love grew bigger.
Journeying,
They held each others hands, As they follow the call of the One Above.
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 10:03 PM UTC
Our bond was strong and thight,
We could not find a reason fall apart.
We were anything but normal,
our passion for each other were matchless,
in its own way.
Because of you, my worst has be revealed.
Because I kept no boundaries with you.
I poured everything, everything that was in my heart
at my worst i am cowardlyand full of insecurities and fears,
I showed you,
I wanted you to see the real me. the ugly me.
beyond that, you also revealed the best in me,
As a hard working provider, as a caring father, as a loving husband, as a brave protector, as a responsible best friend and as a prayerful pastor.
These traits grew in me as I learned to love you,
Come back I ask, and I will give you love.
Everything of what I knew that is called love.
I love you. And I will not give up. Come back.
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 7:23 PM UTC
locked
out of my house and home
locked
out of the lives of everyone else
locked
away from the contact of others
locked
away from where i can hurt them
locked
into a world of my own
locked
into a spiral of self destruction
locked
tight in a place where misery thrives
locked
thight in a place where i can't seem to die
locked
where i can never escape
locked
where the only comfort is my own blood, dripping, slowly, a vivid color in a world of gray, and my best friend, the knife, dripping silently with the color of my secret romance, waiting, waiting, for my next command. here, now, i've decided, now my friend comes closer, closer, glinting in the light of the flickering street lamp and the moon, now at my throat, it's a good feeling, painful still, all my worries, my fears, my miseries, are now dripping, steaming, slowly down my front, my head is so light, nothing matters anymore, i don't have to stand anymore pain, i'm drifting, i'm flying, i'm sailing, i'm falling, i'm sleeping. good-bye...
Sep 28, 2010
Sep 28, 2010 at 6:15 PM UTC
So beautiful yet so immune
As I stare at it I remember
How before you
It wasn't in pieces
It was pure
Now it's unrepearable.
I kneel next to it
Then reach my hand
And take a piece
I see my reflection
And imagine you next to me.
I hold it to thight
And the blood starts to flow
From my hand
Throught the glass
And then drips to the floor.
I don't care
Because I am now with you.
Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 11:21 PM UTC
The Way Your Hands Slide Down My Thigh LIKE I Had Oil Soaking The Barriers Of My Body LIKE Your Sweet Sweat Made It Oh So Easy To Touch LIKE Thick Nectar Giving A Soft Sensual Rub I Like The Way Your Soul Get Me High LIKE When That Hand Slide Down My Thight
Feb 13, 2021
Feb 13, 2021 at 10:56 PM UTC
You’re wet and snotty. Yet so comfortable. And you hug me thight though out the night
Aug 26, 2021
Aug 26, 2021 at 1:56 PM UTC
I miss you in places we've never shared
I miss you in every other face
Somebody told me this is a boring mistake
but this sentence burns inside my lungs
doesn't let me breathe
I need the smell of your hair
where my head decides to rest
I need you to hug me thight
mostly at night
I thought it was your hand that kept touching mine
it turns out it was only his
I didn't wanted closed to mine
the touch of another hand makes me cringe
makes me want to go crawling, begging back to you
But i wont do it,
I'll find a way to erase you.
Then the night comes the stars are dancing
My bed gets crazier
My head is dizzy and I meet you once again in my dreams
Always kissing you
Erase my memory
Let this pain fade away
because my love I know one thing
Love does not end this way
it does not end this fast
if you don't love me like I do
Take all of what you gave me
Keep all of what I gave you
And forgive me
for every way I try to forget you
I wont be fair in my despair
I never was
Its too hard my pain to handle
I cant get on my knees if you wont hug me
I just have to watch you go
Slip away as my favorite season
You wont kiss my neck anymore
Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 11:23 PM UTC
you waits sometimes for hours
you wants ring too
to keep your eyes nailed to the door
time doesn't pass
bends at the waist ,not insomnia
if he doesn't comes to fear
becomes nightmare
sometimes you don't want to ring
you shuts the door thight
they can't never open ,you wants
and your ears shuts with your hands
you don't want to hear the ring
becomes nightmare
evrything is a nghtmare
inside this unknown
know
Jul 27, 2017
Jul 27, 2017 at 3:04 AM UTC