Dear Friend,
By now I’m hoplessly in love with you
But it’s not what you think
In fact, you don’t get to think
You don’t get to be weak
FYI, you missed the honeymoon
Pardon me,
not my active imagination bypassing all phases
boycotting the talking phase
just to get to the mature stage,
the secure love, my heart is singing eternal praise
Pardon me,
Not me making all life decisions in your name
It’s just this is a dream come true, such one, that need not come true
I long for you
but still I’m better off on the run from you
For I can barely handle this dream as it is,
what would be
if I had it in real
I’ll tell you what
I’d choke on words,
I’d swallow my thoughts,
I’d slip and fall just to see if I land right in your arms
I’d bruce my skin cause I can’t feel a pin
Summer
I can’t feel anything that is not you, its sereal
I’d bring you breakfast in bed
But whats beckon if you can have me instead
I’d kiss and bite, I’d pick a fight, I know its not right
No this is a conundrum
Let’s leave love in the dungeons
I mean I’d marry you in my head
and even there,
there’s not enough room for you my dear
So I’d rather be friends
Paradoxical love
Paradoxical love
if radioactive was human, I’d be the blueprint
feverishly longing for you
Due diligently praying for you
Maybe my parade is all in your name
Maybe you can stop for me, just to say hey?
Our ancestors are plotting something that I am incapable of lurking
But I don’t see the win on my side of the roof
I’m a fool for love, and time has proof
Yesterday morning I woke up, had you up in my brain
The facilities in my body guiding my heart where are they, like the membranes?
It’s been a while I’ve been wondering how your lips .. how both my lips on yours fit
How my hips fit, is there a spot for these chicks? right between your palms or in your face.
it’s been a while I’ve been wondering if we will ever meet again.
I wished upon the stars to find a soul like you, to find someone like me.
And now there may be a “we”
Now I wish upon the stars to hold you in my arms
But even when love is
I need to make sure there is no toxic in paradoxic.
Although love feels like the latter, and more so than the former
They say once bitten twice shy, it’s made me greater
I search my character for the poop every once in a while cause it’s true
paradoxical love, I spy you with my little eye
If I hold you too tight I fear I’ll break you,
if I give it away, you needn’t grasp it, no force ought to cap it
If I keep you in me I’ll explode, if I put it out there I’ll lose hope
All sensuality would be gone, hence all of you in my thoughts
If there’s an in-between remedy I seek to hear it from you
Any prescription, potion I’ll drink from you
Cause the way I’m feeling.
I lost Corin I can’t lose you too
400$ Slavery
We need to heal
Call it Yeezn, but we need more steam
Relinquish old proclivity, replace with virtousity
This money chasing is an evasive cure, there’ ll drain us to the core
Working 9 to 5 and forgetting why,
I mean do you still know why?
When the individualist runs out of luck he runs back to its roots.
Break the cycle of luck and unleash the chains.
Unslave your mind and return to the kingdom of clear-cut justice
Only there will be no roots for the ruthless
4am at memory lane
This oozing breeze that I bred, I can’t quite lay myself to rest
heated, is the name of the convo between me myself and I
making me walk this lane, so late at night
I`m growning how inconsiderate?
cause my bed is made and I’m ready to lay in it
And my oh my, I could tell my mind was ready to move to the next mistake
yet here I am, oh hi Ted
you knew too well, nothing good ever happens after 2am
I wish memory lane was merely a pathway, the street to a shed or the highway
lane is a dungeon at the back of my head and ain’t no chance to hide away
Although I wonder
Be it my fondness for penpals or to what do I owe this itch to write you my heart ponder?
With no further delay, forgive my inner melee
I feel it is to you I seek to turn to today
And as though the imaginary pen tween my fist has put a spell on replay
“wingardium leviosa” classic potterian token .. *cough*
I would for once like to be brutaly plain-spoken
unaware of my powers I dived into a pool of naivity
It slowly revealed to me with a wink of an eye that I might need to pay in perpetuity
For if that’s settling, that was by no means close to my intentionality
Maybe Lover, all I disclaim is that you’ve enriched a great portion of my innermost integrity
Beyond knowance You’ve reinforced the self that I once lost in all haste to catapult a romance
you’ve opened my inner chakra, so on behalf of me myself and my inner trauma’s
These rambles are your’s to scramble through …
4am me loves you psssch!
SELF LOVE
If i hinder the light that deams through me I will explode
shattering into thousand pieces before your eyes
A market scene, a tragedy
And whilst you scrape me off your porch
You’d find writings,
The untold secrets never revealed
Like how I breath under water
Like how I swallowed my thoughts over years
Like why my soul never matched another
a puzzle I’d leave behind
But the light that shone through painful darkness
The one that fought the tears rolling down my cheekbones
It will stay within me for eternity
I finally found a force that keeps it fostered
Until Holly matrimony
That force is SELF LOVE
I’D RATHER BE..
I TAKE DELIGHT IN BEING OBLIVIOUS.
SOCIAL SUBTERFUGE, THESE BLOODSUCKING VILLAINS
I’M A WALKING AMBIGUITY, RUNNING FROM ALL BIAS AMIDST
I FIND COMFORT IN BEING ABSTEMIOUS BUT THEY ALWAYS COME WITH THE “TEA”
BANTA, VENOM
I’M IN MY HIDEAWAY
I KNOW IT CASTS AWAY THE LIGHT BUT TO DISREGARD THE CROWD, I MUST
TO REINFORCES THE VISIONARY LINKS, I WILL
IF YOU DISENTANGLE MY WORDS, IT’S NOT THE CROWD, IT’S THE NOISE WITHIN THE CROWD
NO LONGER WILL I TOLLERATE THE NOISE WITHIN THE CROWD, I’M DONE.
Rolling, trembling, Rising Stone
What’s beneath the icing that melts?
What’s beneath the house that crumbles?
Like fuel to the car,
Like wings on an angel
Indeed, it’s the bewitching configures of a female being,
blessed is her anchorage
Who’s hidden thoughts do you seek to descry?
There’s a genie in the bottle
There’s a woman ‘tween the shadows of her peers
forced into being of something she isn’t,
To dine with the devil
Devine wine please speak up
Revive or perish,
Lambaste in thorns
She’s loosing herself in his horns
Urges to be free but never makes it to an open gate
She tries to be like the rest but dogfights alienation vis a vis mates
She grasps that the world is flat and she a rolling stone.
Nature’s ticking
We run on natures clock. First the weather now the leaves, change is kicking in.
Standing I watch, reminiscing, wishing, procrastinating, missing.
It’s only matter of time and also I’ll be defeated by change.
Teach Me
What If We Fixed Each Other’s Crowns?
Please Teach Me, Not To Survive But To Thrive
Remind Me I’m Deserving Of The World When I Rant In Doubt.
Catch My Halo In Jeopardy
There’s No Need To Lick My Wounds If I Bleed.
Teach Me To Love The Taste Of Mine
Like Honey It Will Sweeting My Taste Buds
Turning Tables
Dear Love,
I See you are generous to many
Just not to one
Its trending notoriously, how you hit the weak harder and the strong lesser.
I accept you are some type of common good I struggle to obtain
The price is high after tasting freedom
Female empowerment comes with an opportunity cost, the world is yet to encounter
And so the blame is not on you Love
The more I feel empowered
the longer is my list
I won’t bother chasing you
Instead I’ll sit right here
I’ll wait for you to choose me
I’ll watch how you stumble and fall
I’ll turn the tables around
You’d think I’m bitter by now
But I’m soft and sweet and unique
Catch me if you can..
