One Night Extravaganza (His Night) Part I |
She had me at hello, now the ice is broken,water from my collar is what I am soaked in.STEAMINGfrom under the cotton,sweet words from within is what I've forgetton.TIME TICKINGher smile is fading from...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Aug 2009 16:52:00 GMT |
One Night Extravaganza (Her Night) Part II |
It was love at first sight, as I said hello,he gave me this funny face, as face turn white as snow.He's a poet, read his pieces, I'm aware of his intention,to write like him yea I wish, I cant write t...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Aug 2009 16:48:00 GMT |
Questionable Love |
Decisions made on circumstance without hesitation is lust game play of reformation towards the end of the road when boys to men reached the dead end of the term "I can't live withou...
Posted by on Wed, 16 Jul 2008 21:23:00 GMT |
Letters to Heaven |
+ Dear Concious,I'm chillin at school,my stomachs kinda hurting,and my mouth starts to drool.How Gross!but I cant let this girl think this is Martin's most,O Martin's me,a type two cancer patient but ...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Jul 2008 10:21:00 GMT |
The Low Life Above |
Sex is the devil, pleasure is the heaven
Got the best of both worlds when I was eleven.
Five years later, and she was the same
in the dark, pupil to pupil, we were so quick to blame.
Miscommunication,...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Jun 2008 07:42:00 GMT |
Music and Romance Part II |
This relation must inform not one, but most insufficient beings who's complaints state conjunctions, metaphors, and personification from perspective. Compassion is the key of devestation at the end, d...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Apr 2008 19:09:00 GMT |
Music and Romance- Part 1 |
Music, the gateway between romance and remembrance from thought. The captured science within happiness and anxiety. It creates an unknown thesis formulated from sound and culture that tingles. A heart...
Posted by on Mon, 04 Feb 2008 18:08:00 GMT |
Interracial Spice |
Unknown to why he stands next to me,
so long, such a man, why can't he see?
His sould is black, and his chell is clear,
his cold-heartedness is visible to fear,
but he does not hear'
or share,
but I f...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Nov 2007 13:38:00 GMT |
The Light We Are Blind To |
As I sit,
still as pictures
until force marks history within me.
Distanced from the sister claimed to twin me.
No time to determine when we die,
just the fate of flesh to raise us from the dead.
Once...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Nov 2007 13:21:00 GMT |
Cited Reality |
All roses aren't red,
so why are violets blue?
Cerebral phrases attached to minds like glue.
Color-changing coordinates lead to a tangle,
stiff like a square touching Bermuda's triangle.
Atlantic ocea...
Posted by on Wed, 31 Oct 2007 14:04:00 GMT |
