Posts Tagged ‘ friend ’

Admitted

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Her skin as sweet
As heavens kisses
Her tormented Soul
as Black as night

And for some reason
Beyond my understanding
It’s not my battle
but I want the fight.

I’m un accepting of her
Belonging to another
So If my going about it is wrong
Then allow my heart
to set things right

grasping hands
In the darkness
Allowed me to feel
That there is something more
Her touch shines life…

With a longing for something to hold
the feeling she gives me
Is something brash
It’s something cold

Feeling her sting
creating a mold
I want her to bite
So that I may lay lifeless & bold

Like Burning the candle
at both ends
I realize the mistakes
As i stand here alone

Staring at the eyes
That mark my death
I am in her crutches
Gone in twilights hypnotizing zone.

Bruised ego & loss of a friend

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The sky’s
Are grey
With
No color,
The like
For one
Has lost
A brotha,
Hurt feelings
Over a broad
as if there isn’t
Plenty or others,
I thought
We were close
Why ruin our bond
Because she offered me to call her,
She denied you
So how can you
Hold on to
Someone who doesn’t want you for a lover,
Either way
The time
Has passed
And It’s all over,
She told me
To get the number from you
But since I’ve mentioned it
you’ve given me The cold shoulder…
#WTF

Fine Cone Courtesy

don’t let your somewhat

pretty face

erase

common courtesy,

because everything

eventually

goes to waste

looks are no currency,

like an ice cream

in the Arizona heat

it will melt

and if it does before I taste it, what good is it to me?,

 don’t be a cunt

my dear

you are one of the few I like

be a pal be a chum be a  homie,

if you take a shit

then you wipe your ass

don’t put my draws on

stain them up and then without washing them give them back to me, 

there’s only so much

I can’t put up with

but common sense & courtesy isnt erased

with much you are sultry & curvy

Hey…

hey…

hey…

hey…

there’s something I don’t want to, but I need to say…

I’ve been stuck

on you

in a very berry-bananna/pinapple-cherry

sort of way,

something like

all my favorite fruity flavors

blended in

and im slowly sipping away,

I’m not a Facebook troll

but my mouse

oh (Lord) how it scrolls

all the live long day,

going through out

your photos and your main time line page

wanting to “like” everything

that the digital you,  lays…

me not wanting

to cling too munch

pushes that thought

right out the way…

No one is too shy

to call you beautiful

so flattery

is just way too gay,

but oh my Deity how your every pose

intrigues

and puts a caption on my heart

in a very strong way…

My Dear, you Damn near

make me choke

on my own coffee

burning my tongue,

wishing the difference

between you &  I

weren’t so many and close between

like a tickle in my throat escalating to my lung,

having an effect

on my speech

making a man with nerves of steel

feel very nervous & high-strung,

knowing I can’t entice you

with dedication

and promises of strength

hung,

oh how you rung

my bell

and I want you

to keep on ringing,

what this hunch back

of notre dame

has been training for

and waiting,

damsel of the tower

leap off

I have my arms

open

for saving,

but that

flag

you don’t seem

to be waiving…

so what

on earth

can I do

today?

besides

makes references

in a very

dorky way,

and spill out

my obession

in a nursery rhyme

poem format sort of way,

I guess

nothing much

but say

 hey

soon as i opened up the door

I don’t know much

but that in which i do

usually stems

from the things that you do

the things that you show

and the results that seem to prove

your but a temptation made to mess with my head

so that my heart doesn’t push my soul through

your all that I’ve known

all that I’ve loved

although I’ve encountered others

they were just momentary fun

we’ve made it through the test of time

we’ve had a pretty good run

but I’ve gotten to the point

were I’m way past done

but then some how

you grab me wanting more

and i go from the top of the skies

to the board of the floor

were I cant move at all

because your holding me right where I was torn

opening my eyes

soon as I opened up the door

how long

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She waits
But for how long,
One can’t miss their ride
Because somebody else is on pause,

Stay strong
She might tell her self with contempt,
Because her friends certainly
Don’t want her to hold her breathe,

One can only receive
What their being given,
You can give to receive
But you can only plant seeds
Not force others to be driven,

We want what we want
And wants are very strong,
In time all things will come to be
But the only question thought, is, how long?

Superman Of Love

sometimes

I feel like

I don’t know

my own strength, 

its hard

to be humble

when your able

to skate,

right through

the doors

pasts the guards

at the gate,

more then

doubling your record time

is it my doing?

or is it fait?

ive loved

so very much

how can I

be deserving of the same,

I

only see my flaws

how can others

see my strength?

ive lost count

on how much

I have given

and how much ive dared to dream and take,

im not always

dealing with a full deck

so I eat

everything on the plate,

whether

mine or not

if it’s there

it must mean its the same,

I take

it all in

from the awesome times

to those of tearing pain,

collectively

they bicker back and fourth

at each other

filling up my brain,

with doubt

and with fear

that im going

against the grain,

 leaving cuts

on my throat

on my cheek

from the very close shave,

sometimes

I press too hard

I go to far

am I retarded, am I insane?

apparently

I say hurtful things

when I’m simply

trying to explain,

my thoughts

on a subject

I thought couldn’t be

any more plain,

 using

non linear parables

with outside subject matter

that may not normally pertain,

to whats going on but to me

it makes sense

to others

a migraine,

which makes me

wonder even more

why others

even put up with my campaign,

I have no money

all I have to give is love

so when I’m distant

its like I all the more short change,

so god bless

the women

that put up with

my minds frame,

further explaining

why after shedding the pounds

that I thought

kept said opposite sex away,

has done nothing

but make me seem

even more conceded

with the awesome craziness I believe I have and I crave,

 for my signficant other

be patient

be strong

and grab your leash because I want/need to be tamed,

 kryptonite

is to superman

what love is to man

already meek and lame