I don’t write poems for poets Flowery language, indulge us I break it down With a simpler sound And anything more would be less
I really love how the moonlight Reveals the sparkle in your eyes And how the cold accentuates The feelings shown across your fac… How every time you take a breath
You say that you enjoy people I don’t think that is true You want to be a pure steeple And lord it over fools
All Us As Us For Us
It’s never been about the same I’ve always played a diff’rent gam… And when you think you’ve got me n… I’ll show you something unexplaine…
I guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry
Elaborate mazes Of conjured phrases Tickle the ear Of literary peers But don’t read the type
Just being yourself Is the absolute best way To show the world love
If this world’s taught me nothing… It’s that you have to fend for sel… From gnashing teeth and twisted mo… Or sneaky fox in the hen house
I feel it is my heritage To see your essence, know your bed To think the truth inside your hea… Because that’s what your actions s…
I’ve never known The salve of rest I’ve only felt Drums in my chest And when I think
I’ve never wrapped My mind around Making you feel Seen, heard, and found I didn’t know
I embrace your wild side And all that it entails Presence, passion, overkill And dirt beneath my nails
The journey is far, you guess And possibly arduous You just couldn’t care less ‘Cause the prize is worth the test
Each moment at hand Is open invitation To the promised land