He's RathaUNeeek |
The beat of your heart on my back
As my top and bottom lashes meet
I sway to the rhythm of burning desires
That ardently whisper amorous secrets
Containing a jar full of butterflies
Waiting to come o...
Posted by on Mon, 11 Dec 2006 22:47:00 GMT |
No Title Needed |
I told u a story while u lay peacefully in bed
Oh how I wished that AIDS wasn't red
The story went like this
Before I told it, I gave you one last kiss
I saw a painting with an angel, but she had no w...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Sep 2006 10:58:00 GMT |
Teach Me...U |
Are u sayin' goodbye?
Not givin' a try
Is it what I said?
Only givin' head
Untouched I am
Do u give a damn?
Maybe not
Thought is hot
Burnin' desires
Teach me! (Admires)
I'm waiting
Quit ha...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Sep 2006 23:26:00 GMT |
Why Are U Single? |
U ask, "why are u single"?
I think I'm unfaithful and lovin' to mingle
I'm tryin' to keep it real
Lettin' u know the true deal
Givin' u a choice
Lettin' u have a voice
Ur either with it or ur not
Ther...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Sep 2006 00:51:00 GMT |
*WINKS |
Cheek resting on palm&secretly staring
At you&.so funny and daring
I was gonna call u tonight, but I made it late
I was hopin' to find u, for a poetry date
Maybe it's a good thing we didn't meet
I wou...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Sep 2006 23:40:00 GMT |
My Dear Pen |
I cannot even pick up the pen
Pen that wants to vent
Vent about the past
Past history that is scarred
Scarred from terrible situations
Situations that were chosen out of innocence
Innocence wiped off ...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Sep 2006 00:19:00 GMT |
He, Tio, My Carlos |
He used to trip me. His reason, I annoyed him.
He'd say call me "Tio!" I'd say, "Carlos".
It would be spring and he was in lust.
I was his free cupid, so he'd send me to his targ...
Posted by on Sun, 24 Sep 2006 23:46:00 GMT |
Sunday Escape |
Zouina born in Algeria left her mother behind to join her husband in France.
Three children to feed she dreamt of steaks with only bread and milk to pray for. Liberty in France Women dolled up with m...
Posted by on Sun, 24 Sep 2006 23:44:00 GMT |
My Man's Pants |
Man pants
Corduroy blue
To the nose, cotton
Candy scent
His pants
Empty front pockets
Paper with digits wrinkled
Uneven and sleeping
In left back pocket
Man pants
His pants...
Posted by on Sun, 24 Sep 2006 23:40:00 GMT |
Wake Again |
I run towardsThe stop signAnd wake againI step into The blue oceanI drownAnd wake againI cover my earsCacophony, dissonanceUnmatched soundsAnd wake againNo alteration To think I'm dreamingThat I am aw...
Posted by on Sun, 24 Sep 2006 23:34:00 GMT |
