Nothing makes me feel complete
Except when a grown man
Just tells me he understands and can relate
While another ran
Because he got that text
I'm sorry I'm late
Now the days are long
The nights are shorter as each one passes
I study life's element
Was he weak
Am I negative but I hold close
He that finds a wife finds a good thing
Obtaining favor in gods eyes
Maybe my baby daddy was not weak
To me ran
Yet still I stand
Tired broken disgusted
Not trusting
Fighting lust
I may never want to find the answer
A man who abandoned their child
Is that a man
Or someone who is just looked upon as WEAK!
A heavy sigh leaves me
As the quiet night shrouds my thoughts
I think to myself
Like a matchstick
Shining so bright
But not for long
Words to describe my behavior
A spark at first, only to be doused the wind
Even if not on purpose
The intensity gone
The thrill turned to smoke
I love everything yet love nothing
I admire the way and works of the world
Ideas cover my mind like an artwork
Though I see to no action
My spirit willing
My flesh weak
In chase of competence
I dress my self in the inconvenience
Of my actions
Though hurting
I turn a blind eye knowing what it costs me
" You have something going for you"
What exactly?
I am not complete
My fortress a glass box; Yet I hope for coverage.
Doubt is within
My stubborn nature acting as an armor
What do you think?
Endless words hinder left unsaid,
it’s past time to lay them all out.
I don’t care what leads to a shout,
in rough water I’m willing to tread.
Our conversations aren’t easy,
I’m over this tired dynamic .
Weak scraps cannot belittle me,
nothing cuts that mirrors plastic.
You simply reach out and squash it,
there’s no need for understanding.
Silence can be so demanding,
say it strong don’t soften the grit.
We’re full of unfinished business,
I’m so sick of bogus kindness.
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pass thuh
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whiskey
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*Rekhta dictionary:
Phuk; thuh sudden sound uv a flash or spark
*y'all know'd sumthem punch'iz girlz, gots that
tangy 'spark'...oooch, my lips are purse'n yost
think'n 'bout it ")>
Salty sweat upon cheeks,
The burning heat is scorching my sensitive tongue,
Now it shrieks.
Deep tides rock me,
Now you seek public attention,
Just be.
Love beams,
No I'm sinking,
Fear.
Salty sweat upon cheeks,
Now you seek public attention,
Fear.
Jazz you are perfect, you’re my dream
I love you so much I could just scream
You constantly make my heart pound
So weak at the knees I could fall to the
ground
I’m captured by you every single day
Im enthralled by every word you say
I love it when we sing together
Those moments I want to last forever
When my worries start to compile
They go away with just one smile
When I have some time for reflection
I see the gravity of our connection
Ive told you things I haven’t told a soul
Things that weighed me down, things
that took a toll
With you I feel so incredibly free
Being accepted just being the real me
Oh, how can I resist?
Luscious chocolaty creaminess presented with such allure.
My diet starts... tomorrow morning !
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
I write better than I speak
And yet my words are still weak.
I write to be free, to feel seen,
but in the end I feel so stupid for
thinking my words could strike your heart
like cupid. My anger is only fueled when
I'm ridiculed for trying to express myself,
to someone else. I wonder why, explaining my
emotions feels like I'm crossing dangerous
oceans, but all I could do is sit and cry.
You tell me to get out of my head, but I
can't even get out of bed. I lie here, tossing
and turning, waiting for my eyes to stop
burning. The tears in my eyes stream down
my face, as I pray for your warm embrace.
My fears, will only deepen the
wounds in my fatigued heart,
the ones I've had from the start. To be unheard
is absurd when I'm surrounded by people
who love eachother, but they're
not you. And yet I still write, hoping my sad
words will some day meet your sight.
Not young anymore
My muscles are tight and weak
I don't want to die
The fallen angels roam
Among the fallen sun
And wild beasts
Make weak
What the strong
In truth have done
I’ve had enough
I am so weak
It’s only you
And your truth
Your wisdom
That I seek
All things die in time
Carry me back blest
To our home divine
And let me find my rest
On that blissful plate
Of eternity’s holy fate
You so hardly speak,
Yet you make me oh so weak.
Need you once a week.
At the very least we'll peak
As we kiss more than on cheek.
Autumn (TSF)
Autumn`s
Beauty
In leaves,
Saffron
Tinted
Flying
In space
Air crisp
With winds
Earth scent
Rancid
With fruits
Fallen
Apace
Symbol
Of age
Grey hair
Wrinkles
Weak bones
Life`s speed
Low gear
Nature`s
Cycle
Sweet sour
Lesson
Of life
No ground
To fear.
If you hold a gun and I hold a gun,
we can talk about law.
If you hold a knife and I hold a knife,
we can talk about rules.
If you come empty-handed and I come empty-handed,
we can talk about reason.
But if you have a gun and I only have a knife,
then the truth lies in your hands.
If you have a gun and I have nothing,
what you hold isn't just a weapon — it's my life.
The concepts of law, rules, and morality
only hold meaning when they are based on equality.
The harsh truth of this world is that when money speaks,
truth goes silent.
And when power speaks,
even money takes three steps back.
Those who create the rules
are often the first to break them.
Rules are chains for the weak,
tools for the strong.
In this world, anything good must be eradicated,
because goodness breeds defiance, and defiance threatens order.
There is no mercy.
There is no justice.
There is only the will to dominate,
and the silence of those who fall.
Truth is whatever I decide it to be.
Morality is the weapon of the defeated.
And in the end, everything bends… or it breaks.
Break down my walls of confusion,
I'll struggle through these webs of doubt.
Give me a place to go,
I'm exhausted wandering on this island of a weak faith.
--BlossomMonyei--
when you see a poster talk a lot about poetry bla bla bla
make sure that he or she has an empty mind and a very weak soul
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