Honeydrops’ your lips so sweet Like sweet nectar.
Caress cuddles,
You made me languish,
Cos I stayed for long.
Waiting for your day, godly way.
Yo sweet flavor puts me in ecstasy.
You mesmerized me and yo sensation calls me.
Baby, my heart is burning,
I feel sensual delirium, Carnal pleasures.
passionately, let's go slowly.
Yo smile is troubling,
your lips feels touchy.
You bewitched my feelings,
My poetic lover.

It's so cold
Here
In this dank wet prison
Where the Blue-Haired Monster
That fiend
That monger
Loves me with grave danger
Trapped in an unstable manger
My own maelstrom brought me down
He killed me
And He revived me
Then He'll **** me again
He doesn't talk
He speaks in giggles
Cold
Wet
Giggles
... no
With cold
wet
spindly fingers
no
and a tongue
of vile
vanity
No
The vanity drips
All over my face
Such a horrid taste
NO
NO!
DO YOU HEAR ME?
I
SAID
NO!

boom

NO!

boom

NO!

SET!
ME!
FREE!

clap

Thund­er and lightning
My Angel of Blue sings
A song that parts the sea
The rain of my pain
Works for my gain
A hurricane
The Blue Man can't see
My Angel of Blue wasn't dead
She was waiting for me instead
Through the waters
I rise
My salt water cries
Bring me to distant shores
His maelstrom traps me no more

Not much of a reader hey,
Haven’t even touched a book
Or felt shook
From a good old story,
Even the books that are so gory
Don’t even make you feel sorry,
Poor character

We all have a story within us
Maybe it starts off by
Going on the bus,
And having a big sigh....
Of relief
Oh but there’s Wiz Khalifa
And I gotta say hi
Gotta get an autograph

But than there’s life
Where we have to learn to exist
And not take the exit

Be a little gallant
We are a fan of people’s talent
look at spider man
Scared of 8 legged creatures
But when it turns into a person, we’re in love
aka Tom Holland

The adventure goes on in Canada,
Doing linear algebra, don’t think I’ll ever need that
the third law of motion to every reaction there’s always an equal &
Opposite reaction
Wow that was Newton

Every new day is a restart
Where new things get sparked
Be the firework & ignite the light
Woah did I just reference Katy Perry

Don’t be like Tom and Jerry
Instead maybe get a date in February
Watch the void of sunsets
And lets not have regrets this time

Here Have some key-lime pie
After all, we only live once
Do those stunts
Dunk that basketball
Lebron James will be proud

A new day gives you many chances to create new story pieces
So tell me what is your story?
Is it filled with glory? Captivate me

Because when you grow old
And see the last piece of your hair fall out There always comes an end
To a good old story

You were the life of the party
So rest in peace
As you are the story to my life
That I’ll never stop reading

an uninvited guest comes for a visit
unwanted guest
where we just deal with it
Rather than overcoming it
Fear lies within
You trip on the unwanted guest
bump into it, yet it won’t leave
the seed of worry
That you would never water
Fear is a seed
that has been watered
By the unwanted guest
That’s when fear
Is holding you
In their arms
It’s a distorted reality
Only filled with fear

Poetic boys, don't let em catch you slipping, don’t get hurt, the depth of one’s love, the depth of wounds of later moments, it’s contraband, can’t feel anything, when will I learn?
The shame is coming, with eyes wide open, holding onto to dear life, I should of stayed calm, but I’ll run into self-destruction when in vulnerability, asking question to what's the matter?
When it gets real, I’ll sabotage, when I push away, I want to say sorry, but silence is the reply, wishing I could let people inside.
To when I see someone, with the heart of a soldier, with the brains to teach a whole nation, I want to lay until the sun rises, the essence of a muse, nothing else I pull into frame & display with such shame, than the totality of my own flaws & left lonely.
Whoever said the struggle will stop today,
mystics get shot everyday,
while they’ve got money for war, but can’t feed the poor.
I’m obsessed of satisfying with creative temperament to a dormant & quiet people, it feels that no one can accept both of my own duality. Straight from the start, speaking truth, even if its hate in return, spitting from dark, it’s poetic, after the show, one sits alone & ignored. Late nights, bright lights, lust & lies, loading in the limousine, with people’s hands hand but no-one is giving out, can I really blame people for trying to get what they can? I might lose my soul, but who knows what I’ll find? I’m blessed to know another, hoping in return I can do the same.

I read about her somewhere.  
                 ...
   About a lady in a white bralette.

Always bloomed alongside the flowers, with a scent, that made you look at her like she’s one of them. She came into a life with the waves. Crashed into you like the ocean onto the shore. Her touch was feverish and her steps were light.

Like the falling leaves she tiptoed around you, danced with the flames and got you lost in her madness. The kind of madness, that makes you walk through the forest in the middle of the night. The kind of madness, that erases all gravity and lifts you high up in the sky. The kind of madness, that makes you drop sanity out of the palm of your hands.

But her unexpected visit was just it. A visit. As soon as the wind blew she disappeared. And she was gone. Gone with the wind. The gravity reappeared and your feet we’re back on the ground. The sudden twist of events was often too much for most to handle. I live, but many have fallen deeper in the madness that existed only with her existence.

Their souls will forever be heated, but their eyes will never see again.

If I loved her?

Locked in your mind, I'm surprised, and you think that silence is key

You ain't designed to be blind and lost in the night like you be

I know the hurt in your eyes, oh my, you remind me of me

And it's a lot we don't see

Gotta be tough 'cause acting tough all day
Shoulder shrugs then show the world you give no ***** all day

Plus got a story I could never show
you
 Scared if you open up, ****** just might have leverage on you

If i were a poet
I'd have eternity
Chained to my pen
Glued to ink spills
I'd make gibberish words
look beautiful

I'd script a poem
That would make you fall in love
I'd pick roses for words
And Fit infinity in a paper

I'd script
A highly crypted poem
I too wouldn't decipher
It's message
Only if, i were a poet

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