Deep Poetry

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Saturday, June 18, 2011

Me?

Bright lights and music Yet i can't stand them Always aching, Always sore Just want a normal day Back before M.E controlled me life Sign in to see full entry.

Colour Blind

My cotten paper excites when droplets of colour mix on a pool of water mingling, bleeding makeing there own way, no intervention just bleeding, connecting clouds of colour, misty blooms burst i just sit here and watch in the creative, wonder three colours, then four, and more makeing art for me Sign in to see full entry.

Lust

you fall over my body and my heart can feel the weight of your soul. looking into your eyes with fire, your precious thing is coming into mine i scream and you breathe anxiously, everything around us are fading. Sign in to see full entry.

Bursts

The women I call sisters Are always there The women I call sisters Will always care The women I call sisters Can make me smile when times are blue The women I call sisters Are always very true. The women I call sisters By choice, are my best of friends The women I call sisters Will be there with me till the world ends The women I call sisters Are blessings from God above The women I call sisters Are sisters that I'll always love. Sign in to see full entry.

Run and Hide

One day I got so fed up I started to run I couldn't stop I slammed the door I ran outside block by block I couldn't hide I heard the voices calling me back I had many choices but I didn't stop I ran all the way to a steep hill top and when I looked straight down I quickly woke up. Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, June 17, 2011

Walls

I hide behind this wall of lies So no one can see how I really feel inside For what I feel consists of pain and death All of that inside my head Everynight they swirl around Which way should I choose to end it now As I drag myself towards the kitchen I see the knife glistening in the distance Not much further now and I'll be with you As I pull the blade across my neck, god im such a fool.... But as I see the light I know I was right To do this and not listen to you Sign in to see full entry.

Sad World

The world lingers by, one day at a time. My ancestral roots, Like a story of many. Dragged to the north Because of your heredity. The one dropp law, Followed so closely The one dropp law That made so many lonely. From dark skin to light, To high yellow and white, We appear to be like you, Our Creole blood, runs true It holds us to our identity. So few and so many, Torn away from our love, A love of a city. The smell of magnolias The red beans and rice, Cicadas in the trees And jazz music during... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Peak a Sneek

From fifteen to fifty a woman is receptive. Thirty is the peak when she is in glow. If you have any reservation, go to a nursery And see young mothers come to dropp their kids. Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Frisky World

What do we think of love making? Does that not need complete backing? Pure understanding with total commitment In fact a holy and sincere moment Does it need show of gesture? Are they confident or very sure? That they may blossom in desert No certificated need from an expert It is self controlled origination With no ill feeling or bad intention It can be ordinary individual’s safe heaven A place to live in without asking even Under open sky few exchanges of words Commitment to go ahead and look... Sign in to see full entry.

Gardens

Come in My Garden Once saw you freshly bathed, with unstained glowing skin With hair like lakes that glint, fair beneath the stars Piercing grey-blue eyes, desiring heart a-cry The greenest of things blue, the bluest of things grey. You fuller pouty lower lip, allure to my upper lip Don’t need to get tips, as lips beautiful sink ships remembering your look, making me quite nervous Those leaning eyes, increasing my heart beats. Come in my garden, roses want to see you blossoming The recesses of... Sign in to see full entry.

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