"You are the poet, I am the poem," she said.
I love doing this life thing with you
Where you call me Sweetboy
Like it’s a place I belong,
And I call you Pretty Sally
Because the name carries my whole heart.
You love my freckles, the way I look at you
The quiet details I never noticed.
I love the sound of your voice, the way it stays with me
The way you can't see without your glasses
Yet somehow, you always see me,
And talk of your smile,
I love the sparkle of braces when joy catches you off guard
And the way you dress, effortlessly.
The little things that make you, you.
"You are just a girl who doesn't like wahala"
Guarding your peace while you walk.
Even in your high platform sandals,
You’re still short
But you're everything I look up to.
I love how close we are,
How love between us speaks without explaining itself.
And when I’m at my lowest,
When life empties my hands,
One call from you fills them back up.
You believe in me when I forget how.
You carry faith in us, in me, in tomorrow.
That’s why I love doing this life thing with you.
Not just the good days,
But all of it.
I Love You.
Your eyes prevent me from thinking a lot,
yet let you prey on my mind.
Cannot really describe the happiness they plot
Because in my mind, there is a lot to find.
They always find their way to my heart
Funny how they never deceive my sight.
Your prestige is presumptuous
which makes me more scrumptious.
It does not allow me to scream out your name,
but prevails me to continuously stare at you
In your absence nothing is the same,
yet in your presence I do not know what to do.
Prestige-good reputation
Presumptuous- too bold or confident
Scrumptious-careful
On top of a steep hill lived a mean witch named June,
She looked for the young and old on Hallows eve’ night.
Casting many spells galore, she loved the full moon;
She disguises herself and appeared from out of sight.
One day the elder of witches took her by surprise;
Confronted her with a disguise of her own on Halloween .
June had no clue she was in the presence of the wise,
The elder casted a spell on her and it was such a scene.
Turned her into her worst nightmare a mortal,
Then she left through an enormous portal.
10/25/2022
Thesis dropped in gully - off guard moment, work down the drain.
Date written and posted : 25 August 2020
Contest : When plans don’t go to plan
Sponsor : Silent One
i turn left and loud
ambulance suddenly where?
i’m dashing far right
12/9/2018
Captured by your charm
Lost in your gaze
Scared of no harm
Yet shaking at the feel of your warmth
Begging time to stand still
Asking the stars to capture this memory eternally
Yes, I was caught
Lost in love's web
The night echoed our secrets
The day read up our history
Every one told our love story
No one tried to come to my rescue
For the reports clearly painted the picture
Yes, I was caught,
But this time I was caught
Begging to remain a captive in love's web.
empty stomach
eyes bagged from lunch
lingering taste
of the hangover hunch
cotton chew
of minced inner cheek
dead cigarette cloak
stains of the meek
dreams of a bedside fountain
flow through
the dry mouth dream
hopes for buildup to swallow
to flush the liquid unclean
ache of head
drool glued to the bed
a familiar vortex
spins out of control
sudden slip
of equilibrium
force dishonest tears to roll
Somewhere you are sitting
Unaware of how I feel
Then again maybe you know
How I wish that you'd reveal
Every now and then
I like to close my eyes
Pretend that you're with me
The dreams I fantasize
Honestly I wish you knew
The things inside my heart
Everytime I think of you
I wish we weren't apart
Never did I think
That I would fall for you so hard
Can't control the way I feel
It all caught me off guard!
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