Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Category
Bright as the sun.
Deep as the ocean.
Beautiful and carefree.
Dancing. Smiling. Giggling.
Eyes full of question.
Mind full of hope.
Dreaming. Believing. Loving.
Soul full of spirit.
Body full of life.
Questioning. Forgiving. Freeing.
No hatred towards one.
Heart full of love.
Beautiful.
Innocent.
My Hero.
My Life.
My dear legs
That support me
Take me places and hold me high
Do as I request; rather it’s wet or dry
The glory of heels and the pain of sharp glasses
Only resting as I sit or sleep,
The weights you carry,
The blood you shed and bruises you share
I remembered them.
So dear feet,
Thanks for being there for me.
All the tears,
and all the crying.
All the days with all the lying
All the fears
And
All alone
Holding together all I’ve known.
All the faces that are supposed to care
turn their backs and leave you there.
Do you wonder why it happens that way,
The same old mistake you can’t take away.
Every word is a lie,
That’s what they say, the bitter and grey
My god what a shame.
Do you hold out hope for those better days to come and rescue you before you go insane.
Do you praise the lord for all of the pain, that help to change you in unexplained ways.
People are my drug of choice. They fuck you up
They fuck you.
Treat you loving you madly! Gladly!
Or beat you breaking you badly.
They intimidate with a confident glance.
They create paranoia
Then tense up the body,
Creating an empty space in the mind waiting to be filled with the worst possible outcome.
People are a bet with your mind.
People are a euphoric blossom of love
Embracing you
Tracing you, a stencil on the board.
That one person, whats’er name?
She got you so high once your vessel actually soared!
People are a droplet you place on your tongue
To make you want to smile, sing songs that need to be sung!
People make you cry
Laugh
Or die.
Even make you wait awhile
A speck of dust on a dirty tile.
Not to say you don’t know this of course
For we are all addicts with brown and black smudges of remorse.
We’ve all gotten that bad batch
And no one is to blame, that shit is hard to catch.
But the good ones you want to frame.
12â€x12†portrait on the wall
Say, “Yea, that was my drug. We got fucked up and experienced it all.â€
They take you on a journey of eternal thanks of being.
Open the doors to things in life you’ve never thought of seeing.
People are my drug of choice
Their story
Their voice.
But I’ve been sober now for hours.
A zodiacal Constellation between scorpion and Capricorn
Determination for knowledge, Envied, hated with illogical excuses
Being righteous and royally born, Careworn
Simply irresistible to my existable being, king
To my queen, jack to my ace, face to my face
Is where I want to be incompatible, with this
Worldly place we call home, makes me feel
All warm and tingly inside, finally have some-
One to call my own
Between the 240th & 270th degree of Celestial
Longitude matched with the 210th & sharing the
240th degree of celestial longitude
Outwardly reflective, selective when it comes to
Life, strongly, undoubtfully, willfully, and wonderfully
Made, wishing you were duplicated twice
Lyrics n flow are so nice n I love the way those lips talk
To the mic,Your words enter my mouth like a lyrical
Substance, taking over my mind, making me spit up
Non acceptable lyrical abusive nonsense, speaking
Life into the atmosphere for the period in time of
This hemisphere, letting ya fans know you care,
Dare you to rap a whack dance song n although
Hip hop won’t last long in this next generation,
You won’t be the first and you won’t be wrong
Speak the truth, it’s what you do
Spitting flow down like an atomic bomb
Letting the world know you’re the chosen one
It’s like tomorrow can be seen, but not
Touched, stared at and gazed at like the sun;
Light of the world, like values admired and not stored
A tsunami in a hurricane storm, saggitarius cozy and warm
November 27th a star was born
MzQueene
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