Not good at it
I gave up early in life
trying to color
without crossing
the lines,
or not making up
my own words
and spelling
to conform--
though grades did matter
and my teachers
far wiser in
the greater scheme
of things;
so God, someday
I suspect,
will be greatly pleased
or rejective of me,
neither of us
enamored
of lukewarm
and predictable.
rejective, humorousmotivationsatirespiritual
Form: Free verse
Caught up in the feeling,
Caught up in the vibe.
So anxious of revealing,
My in and outside.
Caught up in this persuasion,
Caught up in my mind.
I couldn't help my infatuation,
I just wish I could rewind.
It felt like good timing,
All I wanted was a kiss.
This started so exciting,
And ended so dangerous.
I couldn't say no,
But I didn't say yes.
I couldn't stop the flow,
Of us getting undressed.
I knew what I was thinking,
But I didn't have a clue.
We smoked and then we were drinking,
What else was I suppose to do.
Things happened so fast,
I couldn't make a decision.
I can't put this to my past,
In my mind, It's still my vision.
I didn't want to be,
So mean and rejective.
He had this control over me,
He seemed so collective.
That kiss was so slow,
But quickly brong so much danger.
He I no longer,
He to me is now a stranger.
Caught up in his possession,
Caught up in his twist.
My body was his obsession,
And mine was that dangerous kiss.
rejective, lifeteen
Form: I do not know?