"wonna" poems
masonry leaves, firecombs,
fire of guts. passion
hair scratch of dying flags
I want a place to knive dive
Into something now
The time is borne
The corn is milkened the almonds filled
Oklamnic breeze fading
Less than the morrow flajakling is
Getting more understandable
Walking up dawn
The things of our pasts are merging
Confronting
We’re loving the cracked tiles
Of our foundations
But…
All the tears of the savanna
Drip into the cold pool
At the bottom of my heart
I wonna down a bottle fast
Stare at the sun till everything disappears
and all is warmth and light
but the sun of the old yard feels gone
forever
Mar 18, 2012
Mar 18, 2012 at 6:42 PM UTC
she is one in a billion coz a million is not on her level
no word can describe her coz she puts me above the see level
i even don't know what to call her coz beautiful is her first name
in beauty she got no competition she is a couch in the game.
she don't make headlines she is the headline
when she moves she makes everything stop like she is a deadline
she is sweet when I got no stew with her wonna dine
coz every thing she got is so divine.
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 5:21 AM UTC
Their is no love in the mist but i just discoverd a beatiful myth but baby i wonna lean in only if you let me but give me a beatufil kiss just so you know what my heart is saying..Thrust my heart with my own sword and i'll be the responcible one for my own death..live one hundread years until you take your last breath of life....if you see love in my eyes but my heart does not have love in my soul kill me with no Love
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 11:47 AM UTC
It started with a flashy diamond ring
Which he put on my middle finger
Call me a gold-digger but I love shiny,precious and expensive stones on my skin
I definitely said YES.
And before I even updated my facebook status
Or ***** about it with my girlfriend
I was halfway on a trip to meet my in-laws
And then the rules began flowing in
The do’s and dont’s
I tried to change
Oh yes i Did
Tried biting my tongue often
so his friends would love me
Wearing the dresses he liked
To portray his flashy lifestyle
Laughing at his dry,stupid jokes
Ain't that what loyal girlfriends do?
I couldn’t even drink my favorite beer
Or my favorite tequila shots
Dance my troubles away like crazy
Whats would his mates say?
‘Good girls drink wine, clean,
Cook and wait for the man to come home’ He said so.
So I decided to try and change
Sat through his boring meetings
Let him do all the talking
Let him take care of me
Ask for permission when going out
And report when I get back home
Pick his calls at the first ring
I let him own me.
I was in heaven but only for a short time
His claws started showing
Lies, games and his real character
And lots of baby mamas’
It hit me a little too late
In my effort to please him and everyone else,
I had lost myself,my dreams, my freedom
I had forgotten how beautiful and ambitious I am
For what?
Love? A piece of diamond?
Hell no!
I can buy tones of shiny gems on my own.
I gladly let him walk away
I was sad for a moment
Then back to the happy gal I always was.
Being single ain’t a disability
so take all the time you need
till you get where you wonna be.
Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 4:36 PM UTC
Tell me, oh rose,
How is it to love, as I am all ice.
How is it to care, giving breath to someone.
How is it to find the ideal, to defend with all of your strength.
* Tel me, oh son of Earth,*
How is it to trust, as my heart is broken.
How is it to close your eyes knowing that someone is there to guide.
How is it to tell all of truth without a single glance of fear.
Tell me, oh raven
How is it to fly free, as my wings are worthless.
How is it to go where please, never meeting a wall.
How is it to be an ace, to never touch the ground.
tell me, oh daughter of Prometheus
How is it to fight brave, as I'm sitting weak.
How is it to to battle an army standing alone.
How is it to walk tall for ages without any help
Tell me, as I wonna feel again.
Tell me, as I wonna find a home.
Tell me, as I wonna rise again.
Tell me, as I wanna witness Our Time.
Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 4:16 PM UTC
I am always in the other side of law,
Crime is part of me,
I don't care even a bit,
I was born in the slums, where crime is a daily chore,
Perhaps that is why I am who I am
My thoughts are all about pushing someone to the wall,
All because I am a victim of destiny
I wonna get there 'dead' or alive,
Destiny which has been tempered with,
In crime hypocrites masterminds my downfall,
I know them pretty well,
Involved in almost every kind of sin, I have learned a thing
Though in crime, change is another hard story
My performance in it's inner sanctum has never been in doubt,
Jul 5, 2018
Jul 5, 2018 at 6:09 AM UTC
By the show of hands, how many wonna attend my funeral
not that am joking but doctors have proved am suffering from success
they said its a strange disease coz its only symptom are blessings in excess
its not communicable nor viral its acquired spiritually.
I don't rock Versace but my worn out t-shirts reveals my healthy body
sometimes I walk naked but am blessed coz I always afford to wear a smile
my name don't appear on the phobes list but God is the author of my story
I don't dine with kings I dine with the king of kings am sorry
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 6:49 AM UTC
I wonna go so far away
Wonna live behind
Liar's city painted grey
Gonna search for a desire
gotta be a place where
Luck herself shall me inspire
Gotta never ever get back
gotta travel on in search
of place where sky is always black
Shoulda take my turn
Shoulda just go on
so i can make it past the point of no return
Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 2:41 AM UTC