No social media leashes, school work or life issues.. No phone calls, text or emails that take your attention away from relaxing.. Hell, we don’t even have to exchange words.. At times that can be challenging in itself.. Just two people who want to become one and relax in the process.. one blanket, two cups and bottle of something cold and sweet to numb the pain of the day.. All I want to hear are the sounds of the ducks and turtles splashing as we connect deeper; while tension and stressors exfoliate through our pores.. Our clothes, simple and comfortable. Tee shirts and Shorts that allow our bodies to breathe as the evening Georgia sun warms our skin.. A little sweaty as we lay and snack on fruits and sip wine as the sun continues to fall. Even the mosquitoes know we need this and leave us to our simple southern paradise. Two hours pass and the crickets play tunes that have the small frogs jumping from Lilly pad to pad. You fall asleep in my arms and I wake you to go home, revived and yearning for more...
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OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY KiloMsundrstd
The Creation Of *** N*ggaWe’re not birthed this way.. There’s no “bull, creep or *** off” gene that fuels our hearts and minds.. There’s no fake I luv you’s, broken promises or shaky proposals that are pre-programmed in our brains.. Thoughts of ***ing your friends, your sister or maybe even your mother aren’t embedded in our DNA. So what’s the source of our ***ery and lack of control? It’s you, The female! The ones that came from us but are afraid to permanently reconnect. The ones that want steady and effective communication but can’t provide it themselves. The ones that sell you dreams but deliver nightmares that rattle your soul and destroy your spirit… See we all start out like you.. Cute lil chocolate babies with nothing but promise and bright futures.. But throughout life we’re belittled, taken for granted and manipulated by the ones god created for us to build and procreate with. 8 ounces of Lies and 3 teaspoons of dis...  |
The Solid 3Peace, balance and love! The perfect snack for our long lasting journey.. It’s reciprocally effortless and I love you for that.. We could be blind folded and still find our way down the path of happiness if we maintain and continue to build off these foundational traits. Let me secure your hand in mine and escort you to the place your heart wants to be.. |
No InhibitionsWhy not indulge in the things that make you happy? Second guessing usually gets you nowhere.. At times we miss out on what we need in life because we desire something chosen by thought.. But what if what we desire is what we actually need? Don’t ponder on that or you may get lost. Hopefully lost down the path of what you’re yearning for and not lusting for.. But what if lust equals seduction, multiplied by pleasure, pausing at satisfaction on its way to relief and continues too ecstasy? Would you jump on the train or continue to over think it? Would you continue to let things marinate while you contemplate? Or let go and make a move you know is right but you continue to fight like a 6 round bout... Instead of fighting those rounds, open yourself up to 12 rounds to a place that relieves all stress.. A place where pain is concurred by pleasure and stimulation is the sum of us.. Inhibitions are divided by uncountable acts that will truly broaden your once limited h... |
5.0.. you’ll see this and think of that G and F body mustang but that’s not what I’m trying to portray.. lacking a few inches, yet she makes up in every other category. This faith carrying, yoga mastering Queen is larger than life... Her stance is demanding and screams control... Hand on hip, caboose protruding... I love to stare.. no waist but plump everywhere she needs to be.. eyes that draw you in deep and a smile that captures your soul, she’s a giant.. with every angelic feature she sprouts before me.. I love the fact that I can just embrace her and feel at ease.. adjusting my heart like a DJ during sound check... EQ’s and bass booming to perfection.. She controls me like a puppet master does his strings.. up’s, no downs, elevation through meditation.. she turns me up and has no idea.. her lips move but I’m lost in the motion.. ignorant to the words being said yet I’ve heard every word. Contradicting I know but our nonverbal... |
Let’s Get AwayNo social media leashes, school work or life issues.. No phone calls, text or emails that take your attention away from relaxing.. Hell, we don’t even have to exchange words.. At times that can be challenging in itself.. Just two people who want to become one and relax in the process.. one blanket, two cups and bottle of something cold and sweet to numb the pain of the day.. All I want to hear are the sounds of the ducks and turtles splashing as we connect deeper; while tension and stressors exfoliate through our pores.. Our clothes, simple and comfortable. Tee shirts and Shorts that allow our bodies to breathe as the evening Georgia sun warms our skin.. A little sweaty as we lay and snack on fruits and sip wine as the sun continues to fall. Even the mosquitoes know we need this and leave us to our simple southern paradise. Two hours pass and the crickets play tunes that have the small frogs jumping from Lilly pad to pad. You fall asleep in my arms and I wake you to g... |
BlindersI swear my lights so bright it could outshine the sun. Expectation management is a must because everyone’s eye isn’t always capable of viewing for too long. This brings great difficulty into my life because without viewing you won’t understand me. At times I wish I could provide sunglasses or even dim it to let others in. But after quick thought, why should I lower my standards or my angelic shield for acceptance? I don’t! So I remain this limited edition, fully loaded sports car in which I travel alone. Dual heated seats that only I enjoy. A back seat that’s always unoccupied.. Incredibly lonely but I’d rather ride through life alone then change who I am so people can understand me.. Top down, left lane and riding solo. |
Some Late Night
Empty out your soul to experience the full ride of life.. No love, infatuation and def no deep connection with the opposite sex.. Interactions with people are overrated.. seemingly spinning you in circles like a looped track.. The feeling of disappointment just plays over and over and over again.. You extend your arms to grasp on to them and you find that they’re spinning the same wheel that is poisoning your heart and mind.. You weren’t always this person, didn’t always think this way but the aftermath from this individual is rusting out your morales like an old Buick.. Your heart doesn’t beat as fast for them, your patience with them has crumbled and the satisfaction you use to get from seeing them is tarnished.. No two people are the same but at times are alike but this one way communication has taken a huge toll on what we are, what we use to be and has ruined our path to happiness.. Pot holes and uneven asphalt seems ... |
The Journey of something real...
.. a tired of the glass half full or even half empty.. either way you're only getting half the product.. whatever happened to that 100% solution? See you can search and search but not everyone is able to find that tangible perfection.. at times I've used a map, gps and even asked for directions but there's no gold at the end of my rainbow.. it seems like I always get the knock-off . Like some fakeJordan's or some cheaply Taiwan made toy.. don't I deserve happiness? Or even a person that understands how I feel, what I want and ultimately what I desire? I want to feel comfortable enough with my partner to share my deepest, darkest secrets with.. someone who won't judge or look at me differently.. I want to be able to express my joys, failures and issues with them without things leading to a heated discussion.. finding the person that knows when to be a set of ears when I need to vent and talking my head off with advice when... |
20/20 Vizion
If you looked into my eyes it wouldn't tell a story.. And if it did it wouldn't be completely accurate.. It would show a great life full of upper middle class material things.. Foreign cars, multiple homes and more than average bank accounts.. At first glance you'd think it's perfect or close to it.. If you looked deeper you'd see a tarnished soul, a depleted heart and a brain that's full of clouded thoughts from the past to the future.. You'd need some sort of oxygen tank to dance a jig in this head of mine.. The thoughts would strangle the air out your lungs if you aren't careful.. My blood would poison your stream as your weak heart attempts to pass fluids through your body.. In a nut shell your not prepared to enter but may be allowed to view, if your looking through the right set of eyes.. I'd love to invite you in but strongly decline due to unwanted questions and fear of judgement.. Honestly i dread the ... |
RecalculatingMind made up but your body is unsure.. Stuck like a confused animal at a dangerous four way intersection. Conscious wanting one thing but your heart and soul begging for another. Seeming to be trapped between two parallel universes, that's the feeling of uncertainty! The feeling of "what if" or "I should have". Naw not really, it's the feeling of knowing who your heart belongs too but appallingly giving it to someone else! So you remain trapped, a slave to second best.. Day dreaming, obsessing about the one person you know holds the key to your heart and eternal happiness. Seeing them while with your significant other, Feeling their hands caress your body, their lips pressing to yours, their sexual instruments creating those rhythmic intimate tunes.. You wake up and realize that it's just a dream and that your in the present with The runner up, glass half empty! Although its not the life you dreamed of you know it could be worse. You also know it c... |