Friends |
Friends
this poem
ain't coming from a woman that's scorned
but a woman that's torn
between the idealism and realization
of love's true meaning
the giving and the receiving
lately its been dece...
Posted by on Sun, 18 May 2008 20:59:00 GMT |
easy |
easy
at a steady pacemy mind is slippingoff the fingertips of sanitystripped of meritfrom those that don't understandmy poetic passiondeserted by inspiration thoughts of drying the ink in my...
Posted by on Sun, 04 Mar 2007 09:30:00 GMT |
????? |
i'm not
the same queen
since you downloaded
my soul from my flesh
uploaded it to your cd
(customized demands)
that rotates constantly
consistently
you play me
till my mind is dizzy
bewildered
...
Posted by on Sat, 30 Sep 2006 11:24:00 GMT |
Single |
there isnt a fiddleron my roofstrumming stringsto serenade meI cant sing pleasantlyso I hum poeticallyto keep music playing inside my heartI humuntil Im pleased with the beatsof my own rhythmI hum&nbs...
Posted by on Sun, 20 Aug 2006 17:43:00 GMT |
My poems are Bi poems |
my poems are Bi poemsthey fuck themental of bothman and woman,penetrating deepinto cerebrumsenjoying pleasurable licks and grindsbetween spread minds, stimulating awareness with unprotected clich...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Aug 2006 10:19:00 GMT |
the erotic side of me |
he dwells in the shelter of my mindthoughts of himis like a snow man to suni melt like waxon a flaming candlei want him even if only for a lifetimehis time will be my timeand my time hiswhen our time ...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Aug 2006 09:56:00 GMT |
