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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.
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!
Corona is here,
Do not fear,
Its just a plan for the elite to cheer,
To make us scared,
To make money from the cure,
Don’t listen to the bullshit,
It’s all a game,
to decrease the population,
That’s the aim,
They Show us fake videos of people dying,
Little kids in china who are forced into crying,
Don’t be afraid we will be fine,
The refined sugar in our drinks is the real reason why we are dying,
Kids with cancer dropping like flies,
The tv media feeds us lies,
It’s not a pandemic,
It’s a made up disguise,
To hide the truth of the agenda they crave,
They want to put millions inside a grave,
The world is rich with food a plenty,
But the elite want to keep it all,
And leave the public empty,
So let me say stand up and say no,
Before it’s too late and we all have to go.
These are the hands that will guide you to greatness,
These are the hands that will stay through the years,
These are the hands that will celebrate good times,
And these are the hands that will wipe away tears.
These are the hands that will love you forever;
When you are weak they will help you feel strong,
And, right now, since these hands are entwined together
These hands are precisely where they belong
I heard you moved,
out of town.
Somewhere far away,
and I’m still waiting here.
And to think I was foolish enough,
to believe every word you said.
Let you and your lies,
get inside my head.
Sometimes I go to the grocery store,
just to make conversation.
Usually no one talks back.
So I give them my money,
the little I have left,
and take my candy bar,
and walk away.
I can feel them staring,
at me as I walk away.
I can feel your heartbeat,
why didn’t you stay?
Read a book on moving on,
and it made me regress.
So I threw it in the fire.
I wonder if you’re thinking of me,
or if I’m the only one.
I hurt just beneath the surface,
my insides are melting.
I can’t seem to find,
a way to forget.
My mind says let go,
but my heart says no.
So if you’re looking for me,
I’m most likely at the grocery store,
talking to all the cashiers.
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💕
The hills roll for miles,
The sun smiles around
These mounds of green earth
As it circles into
The cloudy, dim sky.
Lying among the slopes
Are the hopes and dreams
Of seeds; growing grass
And lasting flowers –
Hours into days.
Winds play songs in the
Leaves of browning trees
As they squeeze between
The leaning branches;
These leaves fall in love.
What were the chances,
That they’d fall on us?
We are surrounded,
Abound by, crowned by,
Found all around in
Love.
Was it an illusion?
Words that trigger an attraction
A reply that lays a connection
Was it an illusion?
A look that exposes a sensation
A whisper that defines an emotion
Was it an illusion?
A touch that pushes a button
A kiss that captures a moment
Is it an illusion?
To transform words into reality
To turn moments into eternity
It is an illusion
When words are lost in silence
When affection is met with fear
When All is subsumed in memories
Whilst memories may fade
The illusion remains
We hope for those moments again
Poets love the illusion
Though Cynics judge us weak
We shall silence their mocking speak
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.
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.
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.
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.
Hands rested upon your hips
Mouth caressing and locked on your lips
With a stroke of my hand I glide
Leaving nothing behind to hide
My mind lost and busy
Leaving me virtually dizzy
Gazing on your lovely face
My other hand begins to trace
Overwhelmed by total desire
My heart rages into a blazing fire
Hypnotized by your beauty, I stare
Nothing in this world can compare
Completely electrified by your touch
My love for you magnified thrice as much
Succumbed by total bliss
Knowing I’ll forever have this
Hypnotized by love so pure
True beauty…
My enduring lure
Never do I wish to be without you
Just for eternity and on to love you true
Are you okay?
Are you alright, are you fine, are you good?
Are you adequate, are you decent?
Are you emotionally stable, sleeping without crying, smiling because you want to?
Are you breathing without questioning, are you waking up without trying, are you eating without throwing up?
Are you reading this poem right now and thinking no?
Are you thinking for the first time, will I ever be okay?
You will be okay.
You will be alright, you will be fine, you will be good.
You will be adequate, you will be decent.
You will be emotionally stable, you will sleep without crying, and smile for the happiness blooming inside of you.
You will breathe without questioning, you will wake up to a new day, you will eat easily
You
are going to be okay.
So please smile sunshine
It’s a fine new day
To be okay 🙂
I would hit Backspace all day,
Id put on Caps Lock
and SHOUT what I say.
I’d use the whole Alphabet
To tell you hello,
Press seven Numbers
Til your phone is aglow.
I’d Tab through the comments
I didn’t want to hear,
And use the Arrow Keys
To drag your body near.
I would Delete the harsh words
I didn’t mean to speak,
And Insert the “I love yous”
I before couldn’t leak.
I would use Ctrl to
Keep reigns over my heart,
And I would Escape lies
That tore us apart.
I’d Print out your photo
And kiss it goodnight,
Use the Calculator
To check that it was right.
I’d Paint you a picture
of us, you and me,
Then I’d hit Enter
Just so you would see.
Those are the things
I would do in my strife,
If only Backspace
worked in real life.
Locked eyes
touching lips
an act so beautiful
or so ugly
making love
having ***
different names
different reasons
different positions
vaginal, 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 precautions
Condoms
Tests
Pills
One act can turn into a lifetime mistake
what ever your reasons
what ever you positions
stay safe
You’re the short hand of a clock.
I’m a number you only strike when everyone else is asleep…
You pass me by like a Valentine’s Day bouquet,
& I stare at the 9 across from me,
Wondering if it’s a coincidence she was placed there…
The 9 encourages me to de-ny
The idea that time is running out,
Says when time runs out, it can only run back in,
Cause it has no where else to go…
So I wrote you a letter, promising that you can run to me anytime you have nowhere else to go,
& everytime I see you coming, I always pray I’m your last stop…
But you always seem to pass me by…
So, I devised a plan one night,
To capture time and give it to you,
So you can be the decider of your own fate…
I told you it’s ok,
And you don’t have to choose me even when you have a choice…
The walls started to laugh.
Told me you’ve always had a choice…
But indecisiveness has kept you running in circles…
Around my heart.
I’m not your white knight
But I could be yours tonight.
Let’s see how far this can go
So don’t be afraid to say hello.
I only ask for a little bit of your time
Just enough to make another rhyme.
My love is more than four letters
We could make it last forever.
To be just friends or more
I can’t wait to see what’s in store.
Future so unstable with possibilities,
Our connection sparks endless opportunities.
I can’t believe our paths have crossed
To risk everything is the real cost.
True love will eventually be achieved,
Living for this purpose is all I ever believed.
Is this supposed to last,
Feels like it’s moving too fast.
I have nothing left to lose,
Except maybe you..
Sometimes when you see a person
or maybe have a conversation with them,
an overwhelming blanket of emotions wrap around you.
Like you have known them forever.
Like they are not merely a stranger.
A strong connection of soul.
But as the moment fades away
And reality dawns on you.
You quickly come back to your senses
and manage to perceive that the feeling isn’t true.
Wishing somewhere in your mind
fairy tales and soul mates were true.
Electric currents flowing stream
through forever while unseen
powering everything we see
powering you and powering me
making stars and planets too
plasma pinching into view
quasars born from galaxies
each ejected as it leaves
redshift fooling those who think
that redshift means a distance link
as co-rotating birkland beams
in every scale are constant themes
electric currents flowing stream
through our phone’s and laptop’s screens
through nerve endings in our eyes
so that we can visualize
what powers you and powers me
is powering everything we see
through forever though unseen
electric currents flowing stream
No direction
No worth
No purpose
No goal
It feels like I’m falling
Through a bottomless hole
You said you loved me.
You said you cared.
You said you want me.
Yes, that’s what you said.
You said you’ll protect me.
But you hurt me instead.
You said you’d stay with me.
But you left me for dead.
You said you’ll heal me.
But you watched me as I bled.
You said you’d hold me
So I followed as you led.
But you left me.
And you ran away, ahead.
You said you’d shield me.
But you’ve left me scared.
I thought you were my lover.
I thought you were my partner.
But you’re just a monster.
You’re one big motherfucker.
So I’ll haunt you forever.
I’ll be one step closer.
So prepare to meet your maker
It is always darker, before the breakthrough.
It is always darker, before the healing take place.
It is always darker , before the daylight take place.
It is always darker, before you receive the present.
It is always darker, before you see the miracle.
It is always darker, before you finally receive the blessing.
It is always darker, yes it is always darker before the light.
I look back
At the poems I write
And comprehend that
I have spent my time
Missing the past
No matter
How bad I want it
Or how hard I wish it was my present
I can’t relive that moment
Because the past is the past
Now
All I can do
Is wonder how my future looks
If it shines bright
Or if it is drowned in darkness
Either way
The past is gone
And now comes the future
All I can do
Is yearn
And hope it’s gonna be good
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