Tag: poem

write or wrong*

focus on what interests you; make sure it doesn’t bore you easily, and it’s something you can actually do. talking in third person helps me understand myself, it’s a secret weapon, which happen to be a side effect in my health. [laugh it’s fine, you have your story and I have mine] use every resource…

spicy*

I set fire to those that are flammable; I’m eating through the flesh of it, as if I was a cannibal. the way I may describe my circumstances may sound rude; I am the messenger of my own message, telling you that I’ve been treated cruel…

tryst*

make it magical make your love feel radical puncture my sweet place it’s love that I want to make graze your fingertips upon the small of my back foreplay will be our first act i am spicy and you are sweet yet, those oppositions makes in sync…

spoofy*

it’s frightening to see the lengths people go to denounce the truth; creating explanations such as, “you’re insane, or its substance abuse. People find honesty uncomfortable and rude, then thinking the best time to be real is when you’re mad, now is that cool? I’m just wrapping my mind around those who believe there’s a…

no Bueno*

I almost ripped a page, I’m trying to refrain the rage; I mean I want your presence, but I don’t want to engage. I leisurely amble around a matter I prefer to pass; I’m not eager at all to hear about something I use to have… keep looking forward, don’t be enslaved by your past.…

preferences*

I’ve surrounded myself around wealth and networks; I want to absorb so much knowledge that my brain will start to hurt. the fruits of life is what I choose to feed on; my journey is feeling mad long… putting figures on my decisions, I never wanted to live only with permission. who I am, and…

heh*

I am very pleased with the direction in my choices; this is why I block out everyone’s voices. only listening to what beats in my chest; I could dig deeper, but I’ll digress.

snail/turtle*

there’s no reason to be so rapid, everyone knows about the turtle and the rabbit; what of a snail? I’m sure that would be a hell of tale. what happens when you move just a tad bit slower? you just might recognize something that was just around the corner, and moreover. slow-motion gives you distinct…

and/or*

I am flattered with growing pains; I am gaining in ways that prove that I’ve been brave and; agonizing dilemmas spoil only a second of my time; I know when to cut it off though, I don’t need a sign. finding different expressions to utilize, creating my own unique design; breaking a plethora of habits…

quip*

being stable in what of my mission consists of firsthand locking in a plan, to make sure I know where I stand a place where I make demands, without prejudice, I would do right by us, I love caring for others. though, everyone should love one another; transitioning with a sequence that’ll provide self-therapy, in…