In your mind I will spill lyrical verses to keep you warm. I started putting thoughts together for poetry a year ago, but actually started writing at eight years old.
There are many areas of my life that I consider my inspiration, without them I would never have had the motivation or creativity to write poetry. The Arts- in all its forms- are very important to me, and I try to continue my explorations of all them even when I find myself in the everyday grind of work and school.
My poetic mind wants to know
Do you feel for me like I feel for you?
My desire for you trickles slowly to my cervical vertebrae
Heart pumps rapidly at the sound of your voice
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You fell for a voice behind those poetic words
Well, carefully read this again
Stop fantasizing
Start looking
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A white thick fog arose as I looked out the window
My dark-rimmed eyes cursing the lack of rainbows
Wishing…wishing for one last sweet rendezvous of what used to be
Videos of African rhythms that gripped my spirit
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The editing of my heart is what you did
Catching errors with critiques, taking notes, ignoring me
You read me well like a manuscript
You knew I was weak from the start
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He licked his sun-dried lips
Biting his thin nails
Eyes glaring at the whitewashed virgin wall
The wall was speaking to him, wanting him to touch her
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