“Does she need a lover
Or a brother
Or maybe the figure of a father?
Does she love me
Enough to
Put me above her
Every other?
Is she using me to buffer
The feedback from her mother?
I mean…”
This even – ing
He was contemplating
The merits of going home
Was it home
Was it just a covering
He shared with other bodies
Where he wasn’t all alone
That’s when
He saw the number on the phone
“Truth.”
He was silent after the greeting
Truth spoke
Evoked
Memories
That made him say
“Nice to hear your voice.
It’s been a long time
And no
The choice wasn’t fully mine.”
Truth interrupted
Hearing the doubt in his wording
urging
him to change his verse and
“Of course.
You crossed my mind
Yesterday.
If I love her
That’s not something I’m supposed to say.
I was thinking
Because of that … Continue reading
Category: Poem
Feel Her
How do I tell her
I want to feel her
Squeeze her
How do I tell her
I want her to feel me
Feel her
Tease her
See her legs lead to round cheeks
Mounds
Peaks
Admire
As she puts them in my hands
I have a seat her
Seat
Bent over slightly
So I can see her
Eye
Between her
Thighs
Smiles
She knows my eyes
Linger
Allow me
To brush a finger
Over the covering
Surprise her
Push it aside
Enter
Wet her
Scent her
Heat
Coming from her centre
But I just want to feel her
Lips
Below my
Slip
Of the tongue
I meant
I want to see her hips
Sway
Show me the way
She’ll move
When she goes and comes
I can feel her
Stand over me
Ease her
Self
Down with a need
Her
Centre
Pushes me to the edge
Allowing me to … Continue reading
Hold Your Head Up
Before I die
The only thing I want to leave in this world
Are footprints that say
Anyone can
Make it if I can
I haven’t made it anywhere
Where my saying it out loud would matter
So I’ll leave it on this paper
Hold your head up
Just in case I don’t
The only way to get anywhere
Is to stop wasting energy
Being a hater
Or a fan
Of the game
(Play)
For every woman
Man
I wish I could say more
Or say it better
But this is what happens
When you write an open note
Before I die
If I
Had anything to leave
It would be this
Letter
Chorus:
Hold your head up
Coming from the kid who
Never let up
Started form where you’re from
But I’ll never give up
Even when I’m fed up
I hold my head up
Verse 1:
I’m an … Continue reading
Writer’s Block
I haven’t been able to write
Put words on a page
In a way
That not even the critics get it
Unique
Strange
Because I’m too young to have
Amnesia
Pause
Take a ‘breatha’
Breathe out
“I think you meant
Alzheimer’s.”
Rhymers
Writers
Always correcting
Interjecting
Projecting
Ideas
Opinions
Their meaning onto a life
They never lived
But I forgive
Because I’m slightly the same
Main
Ly
When I’m
Just putting words down
Words down
“I think you mean pen.”
Where’s that voice coming from
Doesn’t matter
I’m not done
Writing
But it seems
The voice is telling me
The right thing
I have nothing more to say
I do
“You
Don’t.
Stop!”
Until
It feels like I have it
Like a bad habit
See the rhythm
And I’m not trying
To grab it
Effort
Damn it
I need to rest
Tomorrow I’ll be back at it
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Figure
Communicate
I guess
I figure
The only way to let her know
Would be to let her know
How much I truly desire
Intimately knowing the privacy of
Her figure
Is a trigger
Tempting me
To trigger
The thoughts that
Make her body quiver
I figure
I’d deliver
A kiss
Right above her liver
Lower back
And it’ll maybe cause a shiver
Hands in the same place
She might say
Lower that
But I’m only teasing
And it’s only the start that’s why
I figure
She’ll become more seductive and inviting with
Her figure
Showing me the places I should deliver
Touches
Some like feather
Increase a little the pressure
Rushes
The rise of blood
As much as
The tension
In my britches
Threatening
To break stitches
She’s getting closer
Feeling that I’m wealthy
Not the richest
But holds weight
In her hands search
For the zipper hitches
So she … Continue reading