Tag: Poetry

  • Breakeven

    I have been here before naught
    With thoughts that I’ve already thought
    Words that at some point I’d written
    Memories I swore would remain hidden
    Yet they scream to break free
    And my bleeding soul is the fee
    My piercing eyes were the only pair
    That looked beyond skin that was fair
    To the rough patches of her soul
    The chamber that was hers sole
    She looked pretty in her smile & laughter
    But the beauty was in her cries & anger
    My love for her was like the air
    Invisible yet was always there
    Always felt without being seen
    Covering many of her secret sins
    Though not all stories are lovable sentences
    I felt poetry possess all my senses
    Loving her was not easy but tough
    Nothing you did could ever be enough
    For she did not really love herself
    So I kept some of my love to myself

    KJ πŸ“–βœπŸΎπŸ‡°πŸ‡ͺ

  • For Your Eyes Only

    My clock is no longer ticking
    And my pen just ran out of ink
    My thoughts turned back to water
    Steady flowing yet I cannot blink
    They told me eyes speak a lot
    But whenever I look in the mirror
    I wonder what happened to that lot
    It seems like I have nothing to say
    Or my eyes can’t explain it either way
    All the words my pen wrote in blue
    Their borrowed time is way past due
    All the hope, pain, joy, strength and more
    They all once was and are now no more

    KJπŸ‡°πŸ‡ͺ

  • My number One

    I fell for a poet
    And she seized being one to me
    She became art to her very core
    Her eyes carry the world in colour
    Deep in their twinkling depths
    Her skin radiant like sunlight on meadow
    Beaming with warmth from her inherent glow
    Her smile, the charisma of a promise untold
    Sparkling the air like sparkling gold
    Her voice is soft in its gentleness
    Falling like whispers upon my skin
    My senses left in a roller coaster spin
    I adore the feel of her hair on my bare skin
    I love the poem she writes for me
    About not caring how many people like her
    Because her heart and soul like her
    About how honest she is with herself
    And never trades an ounce of it for relatability
    So her pen keeps spinning her spell
    Directly from the depths of her soul
    Leaving me breathless for her air
    Soaring into the skies

  • Lucid Mystery

    You are like the vast ocean
    Really pretty on the surface
    Then I dove down into the depths
    Got a chance to really know you
    And found beauty most people never see
    Passion to the Edge of living
    Love to the point of no return
    Strange but so lovely and lively
    Like a forest full of songbirds

  • Starstruck

    I think I want you more than want
    Know I need you more than need
    I wanna hold you more than hold
    When you stand in front of me
    I think you know me more than know
    I know you see me more than see
    I could die now more than die
    Every time you look straight at me
    When it’s right it’s more than right
    Cause you feel it more than feel
    Sometimes words just ain’t enough
    For this love that’s more than love

  • Lonely Rose

    You think you’ve seen her naked
    Because you took her clothes off?
    Do you know what makes her cry?
    What is she really passionate about?
    Tell me what breaks her tender heart
    Tell me about her childhood memories
    Tell me about her dreams in life
    Tell me stories about her that you ain’t in
    You’ve touched her smooth bare skin
    You’ve seen her undressed hot body
    But you still know as much about her
    As the book you had once found
    But never got around opening it

  • Our Language

    She loved him with a messy heart
    He hugged her with fragile bones
    She touched him with scarred hands
    He kissed her with bruised lips
    They whispered all their flaws
    Found how contrasting souls they were
    Yet so incomplete without each other
    Like the day and the night
    The sun and the moon
    Hearts within a heart
    Bones of the same clay

  • STUPID ME

    I’m judged for writing erotic
    But why is that you’re still reading it
    So silently from the crevices
    While I’m out in the open
    Being who I really am

    I’m judged for trying to make her smile
    For I felt she was secretly upset
    But even if she wasn’t
    How would it matter?
    For all I’m doing is trying
    While all you’re saying is “Take Care”

    I guess I’m judged for being stupid
    Stupid enough to keep trying
    For people will always judge you
    No matter what you will or won’t do
    So judge me more

  • Stargazing

    She was happy, but in a genuinely raw way
    The kind of happiness that grows from the muck
    The kind that made her impossible for someone spineless
    She has questions that need answers
    She wants to know everything
    My stories, my nightmares, my travels
    So we talked, and she listened
    I showed her my soul
    Like she was saving me
    She was terrified of the things she loved
    And loved the things she should be terrified of
    She was twisted, confused and not well rested
    But she listened, like time didn’t matter
    And for once everything stood still
    Everything except her heart
    That would always be wild
    In a genuinely raw kind of way

  • Life is a Safari

    My childhood friend once said
    Listen kid, good and bad things happen
    To bad and good people alike
    And you can do something about it
    When the world turns it’s back on you
    You turn your back on the world
    You need a new lesson
    All you have to do
    Is repeat after me
    Hakuna Matata
    It means no worries

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