Poetic Artiste

Poetic Artiste Jun 2015

I could have owned bookcases filled with sentiments of my love for you,
I’d have written journals, diaries and stories on the passage of our love,
Where we met,
The first place we’d left ridden with our pooling scent.
I knew from the first time our eyes connected,
I could strip bare and expose my flaws.
I knew the chemistry was mutual,
That our bond would brew and you’d realize our tie.
I’d learn that you were already broken,
That you believed you were mangled beyond repair,
I’d trust you could free yourself,
That you would soon forgive and understand.
You possessed too many damaged knots.
Years passed and you were still a black hole,
No letter, novel, or journal, could soothe over the darkness within you,
Now I am writing with a broken pencil,
Because you are no longer worth the lead I use.
I could have loved you endlessly,
I now understand,
That I can never love someone,
Who will not forgive the past.

#love #darkness #forget #understand #journal #damaged #forgive

Poetic Artiste Jun 2015

As The Anger Brews...

My skin is steaming,
As the blood boils within me,
I feel the crimson rise to my cheeks.
I hear banging against the walls of my sternum,
—and pounding within my skull.
I’ve never experienced a heart beating this ferociously.
My breath has weakened,
As if I have a punctured lung,
The urge to scream —unbearable,
I am lightheaded,
My pulse races,
The rage intensifies,
I breathe deeply.
I accept the festering anger is hurting only me.
The crimson release flows from my cheeks,
They love to see us angered,
The best revenge is not to speak.

They enjoy making you angry, don't get them the satisfaction to see.

#anger #hatred #pain #hurt #scream #breathe #deep #experience #rage #release

Poetic Artiste Jun 2015

Solo Guitar

You are the beat,
Strumming places within me,
I never thought could make music.

#love #poetry #thoughts #music #you #inspire

Poetic Artiste Jun 2015

To My Favorite Poet

I linger on your every word,
A faithful prisoner to your imagination.
Sailing to the beat of your expressions,
I feel myself carried across a sea of melodies.

Awaiting the chance to enter your manifest of stowed away words,
To watch them drift across the tip of your tongue,
As I glide the highs and lows of your quivering voice,
And find myself captive to your thoughts.

To sway with your mannerisms,
To cringe and buckle at the swelling of a tear,
When secret lines of heartbreak and love,
Breathe their first breath of air.

To dream and feel what you’ve seen and heard,
To experience the virtue pouring from inside,
When expressions expressed,
Are more than playful rhymes...

To extend keen ears while stanzas overflow—my goose bumps arise.
Your verse fills a void,—caressing places I never thought could feel alive.
Many pray to heal, you chose to write,
I once was trapped—*your poetry gives me life.

There are healing properties in words.

#love #dream #poetry #thoughts #rhymes #trapped #write #void #heal #captive

Poetic Artiste Jun 2015

This Walk...

I used to walk on stage seeking to please others with my verses,
As if my two-cents would somehow—
Seep into the audience and change ulterior motives.
As though poems of true love, respect,
And confidence would touch you like it touches me.

Then I learned this walk,
Is more than hurling metaphors into the atmosphere,
and seeking fulfilling reactions.

This walk is more than wordplay,
Puns of foreplay,
—And kissing the microphone with my rhymes.

This walk is MY Freedom,
See, I know this walk,
I strut with this walk,
I speak, I feel, I see with this walk,
And when my destination is reached,
I make this stage MY home.

No approval needed,
This is the journey of a poet,—
If you can feel it, you can speak it!

#poetry #word #life #home #rhymes #spoken #spokenword #wordplay

Poetic Artiste Jun 2015

Shut Eyes

I write with my eyes closed,
When feelings are no more than colors,
floating in the darkness of my imagination,
Where fingertips flow fluently across pages,
I can only imagine catch the fallen words,
I write with my eyes closed,
and with an open mind.
Freedom is for my own hands to find.

There are times you believe you are ok. You fool yourself enough the world believes and when you are in the closure of your own being and leave expression solely on feeling free, then and only then will it show you are a little unsteady.

#love #freedom #hate #eyes #darkness #mind #temptation #open #release

Poetic Artiste May 2015

Yes She Was

She was poetry,
The way her curves aligned,
Bouncing out the walls of a perfect physique,
I could write verses of her.

She was music,
Her voice would rhyme it's own articulate songs,
Roaming the airways--
Her voice traveled down halls,
Lined With famous portraits,
She was the "Mona Lisa"
--of poetry.

She was the sun,
The moon,
The sky,
She was life,
AND she was temptation,
The chill down my spine,
When foreplay leads with ice,
When water melts and maneuvers itself in hot places I never thought,
Felt good cold.

She was poetry,
She was music,
She was Life,
She was temptation,
AND she was beauty,
Most importantly she was everything she wanted to be and more.

#love #poetry #life #beauty #thoughts #music #write #foreplay