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Ramone Young Poem
“Dream in Dreams"
My mind awakes to taste the tongues of those words you release. Yeah its speaks to me!
Am hungry for those pink lips merry and mellow I wish to soak in.
Commanding and demanding those words dig in...undress your tongue of such tone oh twinkle toes, bathe me with lying lips that speaks me an undying truth.
The night burns black
My dreams lay still living a coward's dream.
I lay with my eyes shut, opening legs I lust of.
So smooth as white streets with lines aligned to digest this illness I splash in ink, the injuries, your skin, I walk my pen on pure brown dermis.
I want to rise with me in you, writing heads to come. A separate head is coming, I am cunning but take this white and erase sadness, pain and lies written on your inside.
I want to wine drinking wine, lip singing on your breast with noise.
Necks should be broken swords, flashing lips to melt in fusion forcing me in you! You in me!
Push harder and harder
We shall become one.
I beg you unlock my needs, please me please!
The world is a war outside, hide me in bosoms that heats my love a global warming. Set legs a waiting bed I wrap this broken pen in.
I stay away to not fade away for every look I look at you these lips see and these eyes speak!
Yes I become dysfunctional for I dream dreams of having you.
Why won't you admit?
I see the same in you.
I see potential behind fear serving a sentence beneath that skin.
I see you sitting waiting on he who is sitting.
I see you trying for trials I have tried.
Just north at the back of your head lays a mind so cohesive to mines.
We both dream in dreams.
Wake up, this is life.
Feel this heart beating
Hear these lips speaking
Watch this fear fading.
Let me lead this dream.
By:Ramone J. Young
Poetic System Kidz Entertainment
(Stories of Angie)
Copyright © Ramone Young | Year Posted 2016
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Ramone Young Poem
“Metallic skin"
I dont lotion anymore
Such acts would soften an amour now immune to abuse.
Its now 8'o clock and I can tell that mommy is already asleep.
I prepare a clean skin to be dumped in acts of unwanted desires.
A child's room to become the scene for subjected sin in sex!
My Innocents awaits to be taken once more, soon my Dora underwear will be torn off by a gentleman with the courtesy of secretly replacing them.
Swiper's car pulls up
A man of work, he stops not to say a thing, he pulls the door and creeps right in.
Right on schedule sir!
Yes sir!
Yes sir!
The soldiers on the television, I turned their voices up.
I sit in the corner, further away from him, I pressed my face into the arms of meeting walls, the spot where my tears kept me clean.
His five knives went jammed in my neck! I bit my lips causing my metallic skin to flick a tooth in the back of my head.
I swallowed it as my signature, approving this sentence.
Molten lava between my legs.
The friction scrapes me in and out!
Head held down, bowed to the name who sits on my family tree, I am green but he still picks me!
We are dogs, family on top of family, he did it horridly, a gentleman without hospitality.
He gave me something much bigger than me, pressure to the pipe,
it laid inside of me.
My reflection shows a prospective whore
Daddy what should I become a Lady of the night? For every night you open my little books to read me!
This red liquid drips me colourful, I paint a dead colouring book.
Daddy I am small but my tears are big, a million times I died in my own liquid.
I don't have a shadow anymore for I am not worthy to be seen.
My skin grows but I shrink, dreams died one stroke at a time. He smashed my metalic skin.
Now I am HIV “Aladeen" my curves curls up cursed touched by a related beast. I am done, I am drowned in my metalic skin.
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By: Ramone Young
Poetic System Kidz Entertainment.
Copyright © Ramone Young | Year Posted 2016
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