Eyes closed
Mind awake
Hands tremble
Body cold
Lips apart
Tongue tied
Hair distraught
Heart delight
Feet grounded
Arms twisted
Nightmare or dream
I can’t tell
Please
Wake up
Tag: creative
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Beautiful Mystery
You’re a beautiful mystery clad in gorgeous enigma.
You’re poetry that looks good in a skirt.You are a notebook, a yearbook, a sketchbook, a burn book,
every facet of you written in swirling cursive,
rhymes and famous signatures snaking between cinnamon hair and cleverness.You’re the first dream of the boy too scared of nightmares to sleep again.
You are the taste of honey and cigarettes on the lips of the first girl that boy ever kissed.
You are a dictionary. Your picture isn’t just under “beautiful.”
It’s under “dangerous” and “witty” and “myth”You are a poem, a telltale heart beating inside a lesson in vengeance,
temporary only because nothing gold can stay.You are the raw words read aloud by the daring poet,
standing beneath midnight moon,
the power of the throne,
the breath of a whispered promise falling upon the ear,
the warmth of kisses on the cheek,
the passion of all hope there ever was in trust and truth.You are the fire in lightning,
the sparkle in the snow and the glitter in the rain,
the fierceness of the wind and the gentle, soothing peace,
the blazing chill of winter and the roar of summer’s heat.But you’re still a mystery.
A beautiful,
beautiful
mystery.
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I Wonder
Some days, sometimes, I wonder about those I’ve loved.
In secret or up front.
What difference does it make tonight in this unsettling thunder?How many of them a mishap?
How many of them a mindless blunder?How many of them have truly found what they were looking for
In someone else?
How many have gone from blond to blonder?How many nights did I spend in this rabbit hole?
How many of them deserved all those years, all those tears?
They weren’t kidding when they said, “absence makes the heart grow fonder”.Some days, sometimes, I wonder about those I’ve loved.
How many of them alcoholics?
Drinking away their sorrows, going under.How many of them were actually good for me? Was it a terrible mistake to let them go? Oh, I wonder.
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Some days, sometimes, I wonder about those who’ve loved me.
How many of them were able to see the real me?How many of them looked at the good and overlooked the bad?
How many of them were not my cup of tea?Had I known they were going to love me until their very last breath, would I have still led them to flee?
How many of them tried so hard to please me?
Yet drowned themselves in the vast darkness that is my sea.How many hearts have I broken?
Is it one, two, or three?Some days, sometimes, I wonder about those who’ve loved me.
How many of them were too kind, too gentle?
How many of them were ready to take a leap of faith?
How many of them would have set me free?
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Lines
Look at your phone
Look at your book
Look at your blanket
Look at your wardrobe
Look at that bar code
Look at that matchstickThey all have lines
They would not be created without lines
Lines can divide
Lines can unite
Lines can organize
Lines can cut
Lines can be rough-edged
Lines can be smooth and refined
Lines are signs
Lines tell you something
Lines contain
Lines can be curvy
And those curves can be ridden and lead into another pathThe world would not be complete without lines
The world would not be created without linesBut you can’t cross lines
Lines cross you
And lines draw you
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Damaged
I want to tell you
What’s in my head
This entire other world
The constant droning of voices
The screaming and thrashing withinBut if I did
If I did…You’d never look at me the same
I’d be broken to you
DamagedI know that I am…
But I just…
I can’t let you see me like that
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I draw my life
I am an artist
I draw my life.
I am a teacher
I teach my steps.
I am a doctor
I treat my destiny.
I am a lawyer
I judge my actions.
I am a builder
I build my success.
I am a translator
I translate my opinion.
I am a photographer
I take my memories.
I am a writer
I write my future.
I am a chef
I cook my mood.
I am a businesswoman
I manage myself.
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Microbes
Unseen microbes everywhere
on our skin and in the air…
microbes form a part of who
we are both me and youinside symbiotically
more than I as they are we…
in the soil enriching all
like the trees which grow so tallmicrobes left upon the Moon
back on Earth grew very soon…
in Earth’s rocky crust below
unseen microbes still can growmicrobes living everywhere
microbes also are aware…
all together intertwined
microbes helped to write this rhyme
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The Truth
I don’t vocalize
I’m not a musician.
I don’t embalm
I’m not a mortician.
I don’t make objects
disappear in thin air,
I’m not a magician.
I don’t flip numbers,
I’m not a mathematician.
I don’t heal patients,
I’m not a physician.
I don’t tell funny jokes
I’m not a comedian.
I don’t do hair or makeup,
I’m not a beautician.
I can’t run for public office
I am not a politician.I was born to flip
Letters into words.
I can write a lovely script
Shiny like samurai swords
I can bring smiles to faces,
Via a beautiful love story.
I can take your mind to places,
Using the magic of poetry.
I can make the sun to shine,
In a dimly lit corridor.
My words will outlive time,
Like the soul of a gladiator.
I can morph into a genius,
By the stroke of my humble pen.
The nectar of my ink is gracious
Always doing the best it can.The truth is all that I know…this is the truth!
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Gore
Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.
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I’m at a loss
As I lay awake last night
Contemplating my life
I felt it in my heart
It hit me as sharply as a knifeI love you
And I know you already know
But I’ve only come to realize how much I truly do
I love you so much, That I don’t know what to do
Don’t know what to do with this love for youIt’s burning my soul
With its sheer amount and intensity
I am legitimately at a loss
at what to do with this densityDo I wrap it up and tuck it away?
Or do I allow it to have its way
Would I scare you off if I told you this?
Or would you give a gentle kissWould you want to escape from it?
Take your chance to split
Or would you be filled with happiness?
Feel the pure and raw tendernessIt scares me but I know
My self-awareness is rather slow
But now that I know what I know
It’s hard not to showI love you
I love you so muchThough what to do with this overflowing heart
I haven’t the slightest clue.
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A Wall #Poetry
Some ideas sway in the wind
While others bypass the heart
Some thoughts that get blown
in are really poles apart
Some words leave you reeling
In an outcome that says it all
In a light that could encompass
a fly on a wall
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The River
The river is fast
The river can be slow
The river has trash
Like the ocean as shown
The trash kills water animals
So keep the water clean
Animals die everyday
So make the most of it
Take care of our planet before the days goes away
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Blind Generation
Men of little faith
Men with eyes but lack light
If only you could see the end of your
Road, perhaps you’ld have return.
Men of vain fame, men with ears but
Cannot detect sound, if only you could
See the source of what you listen to, perhaps
You’d realized what fools you have been.
You talk of leadership
But you are no leaders
Cheaters and liars in secret, whose end
Is self destruction and eternal separation.
Truth, refuse to heed
For lies roam the atmosphere
Turn back before you expire
Inspire what is left in the dark.
Put aside corruption and greed
We are suppose to be a peculiar breed
Why dress with bombs and
Claim to do God’s will?
Hate and prejudice, mice we must end
Humanity we must preserve
Earth we must conserve
Leaves should stay green and fresh.
This is our time
Put away racism and revenge
And black will be black
And blindness will fade away.
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Life goes quick
If We died tomorrow
did we complete our
bucket list
Is there anything We missed
say what you feel
do the things now
because tomorrow
is certainly not promised
life can be such a
hit or miss
I leave you with this to ponder💕
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Was it an illusion?
Was it an illusion?
Words that trigger an attraction
A reply that lays a connectionWas it an illusion?
A look that exposes a sensation
A whisper that defines an emotionWas it an illusion?
A touch that pushes a button
A kiss that captures a momentIs it an illusion?
To transform words into reality
To turn moments into eternityIt is an illusion
When words are lost in silence
When affection is met with fear
When All is subsumed in memoriesWhilst memories may fade
The illusion remains
We hope for those moments againPoets love the illusion
Though Cynics judge us weak
We shall silence their mocking speak
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A Tale Of Spice
I’m the sugar you’re the spice
as the sun and the blue skies,
we differ, but compliment
out each other’s nourishment,
a symbiosis perfect score
one that’s kept safely in store,
words come sweet and at times tangy
piquant ginger truly tasty,
sweet a muse that will define
my brains boiling out the brine,
through that shocking pretty look
I can’t get off from your hook,
I got entangled and ensnared
Feel of lost being impaired.
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With You Gone
With you gone,
My eyes still see
My legs still move
My hair still grows
But my heart, it’s numb.With you gone,
My ears still hear
My knees still bend
My hands still touch
But my heart, it stops.The flowers will grow
The seasons will change
But with you gone
My heart is estranged.The sun will rise
The sun will set.
But you are gone
And I cannot forget.
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A Women
A women whose life
isn’t surrounded by
a lie anymoret
is worth everything,A women who masters
the courage to bring
the truth to light,
deserves a man’s
understanding.
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Dust
Everything turns to dust –
even you,
even me,
even the bond that binds us now.I’ve had many waking dreams
and a few waking nightmares,
but I don’t remember most of them now.
They were lost while I was sleeping,
just like us.Whether I lost you in my dreams
or in my nightmares,
I lost you
all the same.
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Tommorow When I Wake Up #Poetry
Tomorrow when I wake up
I’ll start my day with a smile
I’ll do the things
I wanted to do for a whileI’ll disclaim my phone
and talk to my mother instead
I’ll tell her my dreams
and let go of my biggest regretsI’ll forgive everyone
whoever hurt me
I’ll ask God for forgiveness
I’ll beg on my kneesI’ll work on my goals
and set my doubt aside
I’ll fight for my people
And bring back their rightsBut if tomorrow doesn’t come,
It would be a tragedy
Because then I’ll stay
forever today’s me
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MESS
A head full of thoughts and words seek to be confessed
High on emotions though chose never to be expressed
You can hold your breath and lies, you see, I’m not here to impress
Drowned in chaos though I feel like blessed
Don’t chase me baby I’m a queen of my own chess
So let me be me no more or less
I know I’m a masterpiece, though a full fledged mess
Running endless, A bloody hell mess
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Gold Enough To Drink
Her voice is liquid goldDemanding respectSoothing junky mindsSmooth as peanut butterGliding over the surface level of musicHer voice is the voice of black womenWho‘ve had theirs stolenLong before they had the chance to break them inShe is goldenHer voice goldenRich enough to be an overloadHer voiceStrong as nailsBut soft enough to hold me close
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People have come to make me understand
People have come to make me understand,
How crazy these people are.The peace that is found in the forbidden,
Why do people need to dumb it down?With all knowledge, they’re still ignorant,
How unknowing these people are.They are never helpful when the time comes,
These familiar-recognisable people.Now that I’m no longer conscious,
These people have come to make me understand.
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Desperate Love #Poetry
Im deperate for your loveEverytime you get so hardYou are sweet as my milk tartEverytime you lay eyes on me you wanna go fast.I wanna pursue you, lets marchIts rose pedals, hotels and cartsWanna know the best part?A sensational love, that wont depart.You have shown me desperate loveIm protected, rescue as your doveLove unbeatable, no one can be aboveYour essence are my miraculous and desperate love.
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After longtime
After a long time when we met, my anxious heart felt peace
flowers of my wihes stared smiling
like spring in gardenwhen my waiting eyes met your sharp eyes
drinks started flowing
i didn’t need some pouring my drinks
i felt felt drunk without drinkingnight passed into morning
candles started flickering
my life started shining in the bright light of timelinessjoy and attractions everywhere
joy in the hearts
no matter how much one tried, couldn’t leave your party
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Colours
When I was red,You were blue.Then I turned to green just for you.What you wanted was violet,But all I could be was indigo.Orange was your favourite colour,I wrote you a song in yellow.For your acclamation,I mixed all those colours.Frantically tried to undo it,When all of them discoloured.I sat there reflecting on what was left of me.I finally became the colour that I wanted to be.
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Play Safe Stay Safe
Locked eyes
touching lips
an act so beautiful
or so uglymaking love
having ***
different names
different reasons
different positionsvaginal, oral, **** or *
Trying for a baby
wanting some fun
don’t have time, so make it quick
or have a moment alone
what ever your reasons
what ever positions
take precautionsCondoms
Tests
Pills
One act can turn into a lifetime mistake
what ever your reasons
what ever you positions
stay safe
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Her Captions
With the lighting just right she‘s such an exotic sightTry as you might to not stare but you‘ll lose a futile fightThe light shining from the right enlightens your third eyeGiving you a healthy helping of her breast & her sexy thighsYou might rise to the occasion while trying to solve the equationOn how to spend a night with her filled with erotic copulationBuilding your frustrations ‘cause she‘s not easily touchedI understand your elation ‘cause her ass looks so plushShe knows as much & displays an array of her imagesThat makes you salivate for a taste of her jelly sandwichesYet she has more to give than sexual consumptionPay close attention to what she‘s scribbing in her Instagram captions
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Bad influence🧤
The influence on me is like a glue that is ******* my skinLearnt so many things the hard way don‘t blame what I hate on my skin.Little things matter the most don‘t wait until you are carried awayBeing jolted in the right direction but peer group pressure makes me look away.Another bad influence coming my way I think I will just settle for another shotAs soon as I get rid of one another bad influence comes knocking trying his shot.I really think I need a fresh new habit I can‘t keep going down this laneMy new instincts keeps telling me that my new habit left down my old lane.
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Gold
My spirit can not be tarnishedMy will can not be bentLike goldI am invincibleMy value can not be pricedMy life can not definedLike goldI am impenetrableMy thoughts can not be containedMy character can not be taintedLike goldI am pureMy love can not be given freelyMy time can not be wastedLike goldI am expensiveYou can not destroy meYou can not make me disappearLike goldI am immortal
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Pretend My Lips Are Blue
Like the day that I was bornI‘m alive despite the pressureI‘ve arrived to learn the answersIn a hospital towelThe brightest day of my mother‘s lifeBut you pretend my lips are blueMaybe I‘m dead to you (and only you)Maybe im just dead to youWhen you finally left you saidNever again, never again, never againWhen I finally woke I saidNever again, never again, never againLike christmas day at homeI‘m profoundly moved by lettersThat hope I‘m feeling betterIn a hospital gownIt was once the first moment of my lifeTo pretend my lips were blueA decade passed and I met youMaybe I‘m just dead to youThe only gift you chose to leaveAre fever dreams, the kind you still believeI‘ll scream how it feels to feelAnd you‘ll try so hard not to hearLike the day I learned to readExpressions meant to lie to meSeeing forest from the treesLosing trust in majestySo I write to concentrateOn the echos down the storm drain
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Floating in between
I feel the changeI feel the shift in my energyIn my spiritIn my heartI can feel the way I don’t care anymoreIt feel it falling apartI feel it slipping awayI feel it becoming less importantI feel like the days are longer nowAnd I can’t stop from cryingI feel like I’m differentAnd I don’t knowWhether to accept my metamorphosisOr start runningHelp me? Could you maybe for a second?It’s okay if you can’tI’m used to being shot downBut maybe if you just had a secondI’d feel more attached to the ground
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Drunk on you
Your name isforbidden inmy mouthor in my heartbecause wheni think aboutyou;i‘ll cry a little more,hurt a little strongerlove a little softerbecause you no longermake me feel soberi‘m drunk on thememory of you
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Last words
My cries won’t be heardBut these words I screamWill be seenthese words will remainBut I will be dustAnd ashes blown by a gustOf wind in the nightOf your once so called lovely sightI miss you everydayAnd I wish there was any wayI can reach you partnerBut my soul has deadMy body has leftI’ve come to face my deathI’m away on a strange questmy heart criesMy soul bleeds infiniteI love the sight of me and you in itthis wasn’t my dreamThe death of a joint soulWishing to grow oldit’s sad how we part ways in the coldHear me nowHear me loud and clearMy last words to youMy DearI am not farI am hereI am nearNear you
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