One day I fell from the sky
I survived
I did not die.
But when asked who I was
I responded "I'm a Angel"
It was a lie.

Every night I tuck my demons in tight
Warm and cozy, they hold me just right
Tears from the day fall from my face
My demons are friendly,
As they wipe them away.

Once they are sound asleep,
I creep down to pray.
Hoping they leave, I can't afford for them to stay.

I awake to find them long gone..
I rejoice!! But then I remember,
They will always find their way home.

I heard noises.
a thumping
soft then heavy
hard and slow
the closer I drew
the more confident
I knew...

I looked to you
cold and distant
yet beautiful.
sinister eyes
you were afraid
'please don't cry'

in the corner
of your dark room
covered in blood
was your heart
I kissed your hole
hopeful for a new start

I wonder is love
this volcanic eruption
of sensation in my lungs?
Butterflies falling to the pits
flying opposite of alive
drowning in my lava
so pretty when they die.

A passionate flame is born
sweeping them under like a raging storm
fire burning throughout my skin
sending ecstasy and shock waves within
if this is love, sweet God in Heaven
where has it been?

I saw the real you,
beyond the mask.
But, getting you to see me
was no easy task.
Worked up the nerve to speak,
there was something I had to ask;

Could I give it to you?
Nice and slow or ultra fast...?

Either way, this love will last.

a pleasant smile on your face
made me wonder
how sweet you might taste---
passionate poetry inside your mouth
only then would you feel the words
I often speak about.

I wanted to seal the deal
let you know, a dreamer,
that this was real.
I was a angel in flesh
here to give your heart a rest.
Then one day you gave me a test.

You came over,
lust and anxiety on my shoulders
I tried to relax, I inched closer
I touched you nice and slow,
my heartbeat started to grow,
seeing how far I could go
but confidence is something I do not know.

the sun will be back soon

til' then I'll watch the stars smile, the sky cry, and the

moody *moon

I only wish
I would have kissed you.
Nothing like the little regrets
over little things
we were not brave enough to do.

for you
this is buisness.

for you
I am just a job.

for you
I am just a stranger.

for me
this is personal.

for me
this is pleasure.

for me
you are a friend.

thank you for human contact
I wish your touch would never end.

Our silence solidified our love.
I was afraid,
You were angry,
We knew not each other...
Although I was your daughter
And you were my father.

He made me feel my flaws
did not exist.

flattering kisses
my lips could not resist.

tickled me pink
I wore his compliments like tattoo ink.

and it's not that I suffer from low self esteem
It's just I always wanted to feel something

Truth is: I've never felt special.
Not to anyone, besides handsome Jesus and the ugly devil.

Never
get
so
caught
up
in
life
that
you
forget
to
live.

She waited for love her entire life

and then one day she died

never becoming a man's wife.

Quiet people have the most amazing stories to tell
for they have mastered the art of observing very well
While others seem ready & reckless
patient ones pay great attention to detail!

Live fast, die young!
Oh cautious one, steady but slow as a snail
the peace in your soul shall take you high
floating to heaven, flying over hell!

Truth is I'm afraid...
Of friends,
Skeptic of lovers.
I resist affection
Just to blame on others.
I feel so much that this poem can't cover.

I've
created so
many alter egos
the real me, nobody no
longer knows...

Guys are hot.
but std's burn,
and hell is scorching!

Words cannot express how deeply I love you.

Thinking too hard, I began to cry.

Enough tears to float a boat.

Overwhelmed with emotion, I began to choke.

Clear ink and wet paper, super soaked.

So, that sweet poem was never wrote.

eye smile
replaying your laugh
like a angels song

eye smile
missing your touch
now since it's gone

eye smile
picturing those windows of gold
for a night, your heart you let me hold

now eye wanna cry
remembering how you left me
without saying *good-bye

life is never as bad as it
seems.
suffering has not been
seen.
until one has experienced hell
overseas.

I've stumbled upon danger
exciting yet detestable
I can't help but breathe anger

unable to indulge or enjoy
like the day after Christmas
losing your favorite toy

girls are jealous
brave are boys
love I've lost

*time destroyed

what to do when your body starts to tingle?

take a cold shower.
turn on the fan.
drink some water.
turn off the R&B;
blow out the scented
incense.
look around and it will all start to make sense...

*" what to do when my body starts to tingle?"

place a pillow between your burning thighs and remember that you are single!

and when she smiled
the sun cried.

and when she walks
the angels talk.

and I wish I could see her soon
at night we could watch the stars and paint the moon.

and I pray that someone will love her
like she deserves one day.

She's amazing in every way
I love her more with each word I say.

I am love.
I am wealth.
I hold purity and grace in my belt.

I am strength.
I know pain.
I carry secrets and dreams in my name.

I am she.
She is black.
I hold no titles,
Just a monkey on my back.

How at night I wish it was day
at day I wish to fade away
sleep forever at the beach
body floating alongside the bay

I wish to be unavailable
when my demons ask me to come out and play
people will claim to miss me
but that's what they are expected to say

tired of feeling this much
tired of life's burning touch
I crave numbness, I need that rush
so let me escape and don't cry mama----just hush

I write poetry about people
For whom I've become obsessed.

Only to obsess about poetry
Now, I have no rest.

I look at my graduation picture and your smile looks fake.

I've waited twenty three years for this date.

I know you love me, but why do I see hate?

My whole life all I asked for was sincerity.

The moment came, and you acted like you weren't happy.

I mean ****, you didn't even smile for me!

I want you to know
I tried my best.
Heart couldn't settle,
Mind wouldn't rest.

Angels and demons
Lived in my flesh.
Jealous of birds,
Able to leave their nest.

I want you know,
Next time will be better.
I'm probably gone
If you receive this letter.

One day I looked in the mirror
And began to cry.

Not because I was ugly,
Neither because I was beautiful.

But, I seen a little girl
With the prettiest eyes
And the saddest smile.

Somewhere through her Hell
She managed to grow into me
Next to Heaven, it was the most amazing sight to see.

Revolving doors
drugs and drank
the combination of it all began to stank.

***** beds
body heat and ashe covered sheets
greasy take out, we usally eat.

Strange rooms
bic lighters, smoke, and incense
last check in with my innocence.

I have so much to offer
inside of this prison
called a soul
how to get it out
is the mystery
I pry to know.

My angels
and demons
pull and strech
this skin,
their best efforts
to free me from within.

Sadly, the never win
they always lose
I choose to be free
but the power is not mine
it has never belonged to me.

My lovers always neglect me
when I need them most.

This is why I'm guarded
dogs bite, when you let them close.

My lovers always reject my love
I now know the meaning behind the tears of a dove.

My lovers were never lovers at all
because lovers are there to catch those they love
when they fall.

Life is confusing,

want to know why?

people only love when you die!

s    q    u   e   e   z  e      it     out    of    me

rrrrruuuuuubbbbb it in to me

puuuuuuuussshh it away from me

puuuulll
           me
                up !

sweating tears
cheater fears
mouth eruption
lies destruction
blood my skin cries
pavement is what I taste
have mercy and
help me up from my face!

Them: So you're a lover, a fighter, a rebel, a matyr, an activist, and a poetess. May we ask who inspired you?

Me: Tupac.

Them: Tupac who?

Me: The greatest **** I ever knew.

Loving you is wrong
So I won't tell you I do
But I will sing
You this love song.

Loving you
Would make my life better
But I can't do it,
So I'll cry you this wet letter.

Loving you
Is not right,
So I will love you through each poem
I desperately write.

The forehead
Is from a protective lover, who will secure you until you're dead

The cheek
Is from a sensual lover, one that is meek

The lips
Is from one who lacks control, a ***** one on the go

The hand
Is from one who wants nothing more than for you to understand

The feet
Is from one who worships the ground you walk on; your filth they'll eat

Then there are people like me
Who will kiss every inch of a lovers body that my greedy eyes can see

see honey, we are not the same
although we are called by the same name.

see baby, we are not the same
I hate you're here, she's glad you came.

see sweetie, we are not the same
she wants the riches, I am the fame.

see player, we are not the same
I'm the prize, she's just the game!

I have missed
out on the thrills
of being a soft place
between a rock
and a hard place
which is a bad boy

I was afraid
of becoming a toy
a welcome mat,
stepped on repeatedly
covered in dirt
and worthlessness

because of fear
I found myself
held hostage to boring love
with good guys
who in the end
only proved
to be ugly lies

which led
to my beautiful cries
in the end,
I should have taken my chances
with the handsome devils
who were at least good at dancing!

There's war inside her head.

Somebody lost,

because she's dead.

I went searching the other day
for the love we lost
The price I paid for pride
wasn't worth the cost
shaking your time, energy, and effort off
dismissing you as an employee as If I were boss
the struggle between man and woman
the fights, fussing and cussing
poured down on our loving
vulnerable hearts, left open, no covering
what went wrong?
is all I'm left wondering.

I didn't ask to be born into this world
there's too much pressure
being someones babygirl.

Delicate, with dignity
I once was
but I turn into a freak
as dawn transforms into dusk.

At night,
I close my wide eyes
and darkness consumes me entirely
no more light.

I defeat God's will,
there is no more fight
no more worries,
little to no care.

Atlas I transform

until a mothers worse
*nightmare

deeper than the skies
is the mystery of her eyes

deeper than the ocean
is the dance of her walk in motion

deeper than the wild
is her voice so powerful but tenderly mild

deeper than the depths of the universe, falling in love
with such a girl is yet, but a blessing and a curse...