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Am I playing with words or just playing with my tongue
Because I can be poetic when I want to and when I don't
Some say, we become less of what we are if we give so much more than what we deserve
I could pretend when I care and when I won't.
Forget I said that— what?
I knew how to tick a woman when I want to
Because I can be a suspect and a victim at the same time in the eyes of others
When a victim becomes a suspect— wow, now that is rich, right?

I am letting you see the complexities of my life
I do not know the full story and it is not my story to tell
But I forgot, I am a poet so I need to write one story

You want me to let you know what I am thinking of?— You might not like it when I let you in
Like cable management, mine was tangled
But I am like Nanno, a living karma

I dance for danger, talking to strangers
Calling the shots for a gun or a glass
I kiss skeletons hidden in the closet
But I do not kiss and tell
Rode a motorcycle in full speed.

Hunger and thirst do not end well— It is a recipe for disaster
But I make sure each person cannot see the broad of daylight even you.
we danced for danger,
I thought things for drastic measures
lost my way into the woods
glad I met someone like you—
get ready for it

sang a chorus of songs like a plea for help,
stray me my sanity
but still, I love him
though the forest never promised safety
I stayed

his silhouette flickered between trees
a lullaby and a warning yet I followed

I absorb words as if I was a sponge—
soft, yielding until the flood finds me
and I no longer float, but sink singing
how troubled my mind is? I painted a figure
a silhouette in black
with a tight rope wrapped on its neck while screams for help
her lipstick was smudged
Her limbs were cut, bones were broken and chopped
Into the bag, she went

Talked to a goblet and a bottle of wine before going to sleep

I wish I could read between the lines
Match the types, connect the dots
Draw my pain, sing my sorrow
Danced to the rhythm
Sometimes, the saddest person gives good advice
because they wish they hear those words they wanna hear
success is measured on many things,
but mine is measured on happiness.
A — A mouse ran up the clock, Chasing time before it chases back.

B — Because she bites, not barks, An easy force to flee—if you dare.

C — Cunning cat, can’t calm the itch,
Curious claws digging her own ditch.

D — Dagz likes daks *****.
A gold-chaser on the prowl, no looking back.

E — Eager for riches,
Ego splintered over broken bridges.

F — Faking warmth, feigning grace,
***** around and masks her face.

G — Gold is the goal, not growth,
Glitters more than vows or oaths.

H — Hungry for high-born hands,
Hypocrite when crossed or reprimands.

I — Ingrate, inked in infamy,
Ignores her stench of treachery.

J — Joy's a name she never knew,
Jester smile, intentions skewed.

K — Killer thoughts line her kiss,
Knows how to wound with practiced hiss.

L — “Love” is her favorite lie—
Laced with longing for the life he buys.

M — Marie writes as Maria Ligaya,
But joy escaped her, left only drama.

N — “Not so fast,” she says with sneer,
Needs to cleanse her mouth to hear.

O — Oh, what silence sings,
Out of words and broken things.

P — Place me in your shoes, pretend—
Play it back, see where it ends.

Q — Question me? Or question you?
Queen of masks—what’s false, what’s true?

R — Respect is earned—not faked,
Robbed from those you’ve double-crossed and snaked.

S — Slithering, sultry, sharp-tongued ****, Stabbed her sisters for a shallow cut.

T — Truth, though late, still tolls—
Tide turns, exposing inner holes.

U — Universe keeps its tab and time—
Until your fate collects each dime.

V — Very well—go play your part,
Vain woman with a vacant heart.

W — Wilson, now happy with Rhoda—
While Wijo whispers empty pleas.

X — Xenon, your flame, burns too fast, X-marked stories never last.

Y — You, ungrateful to the bone, Yet wonder why you’re all alone.

Z — Zero grace and zero truth, Zipped inside a poisoned youth.
Might delete later
I am not a scarlet letter
I am a crimson red enemy
you are a lavender scent
a mint for my mind
a canvas for my ideas
a freedom wall to my masterpiece
I am not a deer in the headlights
I am the cats and dogs gameplay
That is what I am
*****, sit down and be humble
because even snakes listen to commands
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