Love Bites A mean. I wasn't ready yet. But that did not matter to you. It's true what they say - well I am not sure what they say - but your love bites left my grasping through blue veins. I thought lots of pleasure mixed with a little pain would be my gain. But no one said you would aim for the vein and drain all of me again and again. I know your're excited to be finally released but why tear piece by piece? Next time, I'll be ready next time I will gain a pound of your flesh So you are contained until you are trained.
Category: Poetry Corner
i said i love you
i said i love you i said i love you but not how strong right now i love you but not all the day long. must i lie pretend to be shy and give you a teddy for you to wear on your sleeves? i said i love you but not that much to give up and flush all of my dreams as small as they seem to follow your highlight reel. I said I love you take it or leave to make room then for someone who believes.
The Monster Inside
The Monster Inside It lurks at the very edge waiting breathing heavily hoping that one bad choice will be made; avalanche. Then it leaps through the air teeth bare, a vicious monster aiming for the jugular.
Greed
Greed Our downfall is greed sprinkled with the need to be seen as prosperous. We consume our way into the grave making the mistake that having more means you're a success, oh no, you are a slave on the product line of progress.
Umoja
Umoja I am Umoja Tall and strong will you take my hand and danc my dance all the day long? I am steel linked chaines unbreakable undefeated because I stand unshakeable. I cannot be fashioned by human hands, broken or molded, for I am made to outlast them all. watch me collect each flower breathe new life and make their strive happily to colour their world with beauty and goodness. I am Umoja and so are you.
Pretty Words
Pretty Words Pretty words are a dime a dozen and they quckily lose their shine. They bolster the ego but offer nothing tangible but misguided plastic shrines. Pretty words deceive the mind trap you in a time when you were in your prime but no more. Pretty words fill an empty void and makes you empty when that decoy is destroyed by reality. Pretty words are just pretty now they linger for a while then blow away with time.
I’m Not Functioning
I'm Not Functioning I'm not functioning the way you expect me to the way you want me to the way I want to. I tried I really did all the pain I hid under the lid of denial. So right now I'm still not functioning. What must I do what must I go through? Give me the clue so I know what to do.
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