Posts Tagged ‘ other ’

Catch me if you can

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Touches.

Sweet touches.

Why must you

Fight me away.

I want

What you want.

We shouldn’t have to go

Into endless loops

Just for the hopes

Of being able

To be

on the exact same page.

– Yet we do.

For lack of a better term of phrase

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Patience
Has never been
My
Strong suit.

If I don’t get
What I want
Right away
Then it’s on
to something new.

Usually
Forgetting
If not neglecting
All that I hold true.

However this time
I’m waiting
like I’ve never
Ever wanted to.

And Never
Have I ever
wanted like
I want you.

Writing rhymes & riddles
In poems
For days
Like Its THE
Only thing to do.

Hoping it grabs
Your attention
And you understand
I’m not just trying to do
What iT is that most dudes do.

I love
Your everything’s
Especially
That In which
you boast to…

It’s no wonder
Why I wonder
So much about you
During/throughout the day.

What are you doing?
How are you feeling?
Did you get your sleep?
Have you gotten home safe?

If I get
No response
I tend to worry
As If I said something,
the wrong way.

I know
I throw out too much
All at once
And words can flip
like bullets ricochet…

Is that
My subtle clue
That I should
Slowly slip away?

Probably,
Since my fascinations
Could just be
An inconvenient phase.

That kick started
Soon as I was victim
To your “idgaf
about you” face.

Charm is
Often deceitful
& beauty is
Usually vain.

I’ve been too scared
To ask your spiritual views
Regardless
I hold you on high to be praised…

You are no longer
Forced to
be around me,
So in essence
You’re free.

I’ll leave
My Ramblings
To “random” pictures
That register to others
As simply amusing.

Spilling my heart
Like Easy come/Easy go,
Freddie preached
To those
Unassuming.

YhWh
Build me
With Super strength
The devil drugged me
With that’s confusing.

The Couple With Two Left Feet

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How I long to know,

Where these things

Have brought you from. ..

its simply

to understand

And

i swear,

It’s not

to judge…

The reasons why you’re here

acting so nonchalant

And why you speak

In such nimble tongues…

Leaves me curious

As to how it

lullabies

My def heart.

And turns my brain

Into

such mush…

I’m a man of strength

Who loves

to exercise

Control…

Then we engage,

And it seems like

I have little

to neither of both…

I wonder to my self,

Am I ever suppose to

Love like this?

I see no good thing,

In ever being so weak…

Then I realize

You could be a judge

Meant to cut me off

Because I stood too tall

spoke too bold

Oh so very proud

When on the tippy toes

of my feet…

Have the hearts

That I’ve broken

Form together Reincarnated,

Forcing me to taste

Such bitter defeat…?

If that’s the case

Slay me now

Or tell me when will I

Be able to love

And have an other

Feel iT for me

mutually!!!!

Or am I

To wonder around

In circles

Until my ways

Are chiseled

Straight

In purity?…

There isn’t

Any rest for the wicked,

And I suppose

That’s why we’re both

Still dancing….

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

switcheroo

im not a player

and I don’t crush a lot,

but I have had the luck

of being at the right place in the right spot,

with the right light shining out

and a swagger that just, didn’t wanna stop,

got what I wanted

and left as soon as it was that time on the watchtower/wrist clock,

I always felt guilty

that there was nothing left to keep me

interested since all the mystery

was gone out the window once ones legs swung above & bodies laid beneath me,

I always aimed to please

that’s why I figured we broke even,

both parties left satisfied

because we quenched the thirst from all the teasing..

but woe

i have just been

a victim

to the old switcheroo,

i settled in the thought

of sticking around

since it was frowned upon

to not stick it through,

i figured

id be the good guy

and try to make IT

something more than just something to do,

her body was easy

to figure out

so why not

look like a king at what i do,

but she tells me

i have a boyfriend

but we can

hang out on the weekends,

 if that’s cool?