Words

Perizzites 🕷 lay babies in my brain
Forcing poetic germs 🦠from these mythological veins
I write ✍🏾and put my random thoughts in mind carved frames 🤯🤯🤯
And I bask in my glory playing this poetic game 🤺🤺
My passion has no mercy 🙏🏿
It has no senseless shame
I’m sworn to secrecy 🤫🤫🤫
I have no poetic gain

I savior every image because I don’t want to waste it
🗣Running 🏃🏾‍♀️🏃🏾‍♀️from the Antichrist because I know he will hate it 😡
Using this poetry to soothe my poetic nerves 🛀🛀🛀
The truth is I’m lost without these poetic verbs

My garden 🍍🍇🍒🍓🍄🥕🍎🥦🥬is where I plant these poetic seeds
For all who roam my pastures to meditate and read 📚📚📚📚
It gets hard for me to breathe trying to fulfill this poetic plead
I take refuge in these words this is my authentic bread

My roots 🍂 are firmly planted far beyond my poet’s tree!🌴

🗣🗣So I scribe and plant poetic seeds!
I’m addicted to these words!
This is my pathetic need! 😲😲

And if I don’t write ✍🏾✍🏾✍🏾✍🏾

I fear my brain will not remain

Tryna’ master the art of

🗣Poetry!

🗣Memory!

🗣Write!

🗣Retain!

🗣Words!

Bondage

He chocked and kissed me all at the same time
I creamed!
He covered my nose, my mouth so no one would hear me scream
Sensations brings rivers overflowing a single fear
Startled by revelation hand over mouth with tears
Dripping, wet on his chest
Making even crevices I didn’t know I had wet
And he rested me
And he rested me
And he rested me
Till a river rolled off his lips
My chest heaved laid sweet between my hips
Pain hurt good
Chocked then griped
He stretched my skin wide and opened places in me I had no power to hide
Trying hard not to come but every emotion in me won
And I fell…
And I fell…
And I fell deeply

Untitled

In the weee hours of the morning

When I’m sitting on the edge of my bed

Dangling my feet

Cold from the absents of your touch

Just know

I’m thinking of you

Heal me

I cry and rub strange parts

The madness ends then restarts

I’m afraid not to comfort my heart

So I wait for things to get better

Oceans Rush

It’s sick

It’s worn

It’s scared

It’s tattered

It’s broken

It’s on fire

It’s traumatized

It’s wounded

It’s lonely

It’s punctured

Abused

Broken multiplied by simply fucked!

And frail

It’s aged

Not like fine wine

But like something I can’t explain with this tongue

I’m left with the corners of my pillow

The least you can do God is send me a therapist!

To help gather me!

To help find my broken pieces!

In Ohio!

Virginia!

Delaware and Pennsylvania !

Only God knows where else I am

On highways and corners

On bar stools and bedsides and alleyways !

That’s the least you can do God is send me somebody to help glue my ass back together!

I needed him

You could have took the child molester, the murderer or the rapist!

There was someone more deserving of death than him

God snatched the rug right from under me

I call God a murderer!

Yea, I said it, He is a murderer!

Not even deserving of the capital “H” or “G”

But since He got me nervous and afraid that I will be next

I reverence him

It’s just plain fear!

Not even the good decency to send him to me in a dream for a brief visit!

Just cruel and sadistic!

I have memories in the cracks of my walls

I will drown in this cheap grief

This isn’t even high-class grief

This is bottom feeder grief

Life was not kind to him

I hope for the day

I can smile again

Diagnosis

You’ll never understand why I eat the way I do

Don’t try to diagnose me…

Because I will eat you away too

Grief

Chimes

Like life

Ringing through ripples and worlds

Tears made brick

The thought that thinks

I have memories sleeping in the cracks of my walls

And faces urging me to acknowledge them

From beyond these grief filled halls

Swells enter corners of my pillow

So I listen…

For the universe

To tell me

I am not alone

Motivated by: (https://dversepoets.com). 

Jilted Heart

I’ve contracted love…

Writer Unknown

Unclaimed Diamonds

He’ll take his plant that grew inches between vines

And claim love that reached stars

But was never really mine

And he will walk away…

Symphony of Words – Spoken Word

Perizzites 🕷 lay babies in my brain
Forcing poetic germs 🦠from these mythological veins
I write ✍🏾and put my random thoughts in mind carved frames 🤯🤯🤯
And I bask in my glory playing this poetic game 🤺🤺
My passion has no mercy 🙏🏿
It has no senseless shame
I’m sworn to secrecy 🤫🤫🤫
I have no poetic gain

I savior every image because I don’t want to waste it
🗣Running 🏃🏾‍♀️🏃🏾‍♀️from the Antichrist because I know he will hate it 😡
Using this poetry to soothe my poetic nerves 🛀🛀🛀
The truth is I’m lost without these poetic verbs

My garden 🍍🍇🍒🍓🍄🥕🍎🥦🥬is where I plant these poetic seeds
For all who roam my pastures to meditate and read 📚📚📚📚
It gets hard for me to breathe trying to fulfill this poetic plead
I take refuge in these words this is my authentic bread

My roots 🍂 are firmly planted far beyond my poet’s tree!🌴

🗣🗣So I scribe and plant poetic seeds!
I’m addicted to these words!
This is my pathetic need! 😲😲

And if I don’t write ✍🏾✍🏾✍🏾✍🏾

I fear my brain will not remain

Tryna’ master the art of

🗣Poetry!

🗣Memory!

🗣Write!

🗣Retain!

🗣Words!