I am buried alive by definitions inside of an thesaurus stacked on my bookcase of genius creativity inside my modest home of an private getaway
Being my own therapist talking to myself outloud above the clouds with my signature in the air flown by my own private plane
Away from the heights of 30,000 my negativity drives me insane needing an psychologist to treat my pain that stings like an needle in the spine feeling drained feeling
"Buried Alive"
tiffanyr
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" Buried Alive "
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love_supreme says: Very nice |
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Newpanther says: yes..... |
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Tiffanyr says: I really appreciate your comment love_supreme |
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Tiffanyr says: Thanks for the comment newpanther. I will look at your poems as well. |
OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY tiffanyr
"Negativity is my Cancer""Negative is my Cancer " Feeling pains in my body in an unexpected way Life is flashing before my eyes in a sudden way What are these symptoms? Oh, it's negativity coming close once again I won't let it defeat me I will win I will rise and be my own sunshine in my own flight I will take these tests and ace them I will beat the odds  |
"Pen And An Notepad"With my pen and an Notepad I vision myself on a mic with an stand I want to be on stage with an band spitting verses free form from the top of my head Brainstorming is my specialty having that pen in my hand is extraordinary to my imagination |
"Short Prize"Temporary prize is an Temporary sensation on an short path of unrealization of an "short prize" of an unthinkable temptation Temporary thoughts are an contest of fear trying to win an grade, trying to win the race of inseparable escape |
" Servants of Men"In my own plantation, in my own lure of desires, I allowed my prison of poison to become obsessive of men who I barely vision in reality Injected in my own brainwashed brain into my veins, I get delusional blurred by what society says is perfectionism, their rules, their standard of living My eyes be looking to be a servant of men, their one and only before I get an invitation to labels by God God should be the only one to claim me his prized possession, his treasure in the stars, but the strings of the devil speaks in my ear to be on the stairwell of "Servants of men" be where they stand. |
" Solitary Confinement"In the cell of universe I grip the bars of gravity Trying to scream and shout , but the oxygen I am without floating in the darkness of prison space my negativity was my gear that I wear , but also the demon I created within my own delusional minds pace Solitary Confinement caused me side effects of hallucinations, isolation, hopelessness, suicidal visions that I contemplate on taking action or following christ with who I unite Part the red sea of light reaching beyond my destiny by the touch of your garment white as clouds passing along the skyline of the skyscrapers and ocean views Judge Grant me my spiritual bail in your courts your university Can I walk across the golden stage and get pass the golden gate?" You can have my life as an scroll and lock beyond my past mistakes |
"Nyquil"These men be making me sleepy with their boredom So I had to take "nyquil" just to enjoy them Give me some intellect some stimulation not just an random sensation Give me wisdom Give me knowledge wake my mind up like an alarm clock My energy be draining from the narcissistic views and opinions of Netflix and chill No I'm not cold I don't have an chill No I don't need let's watch movies pill I just want an conversation that will give me an thrill that put me on an galaxy that will seem unreal My eyes are getting sleepy what is it that I don't have to rely on is "Nyquil" |
"My First Love"Remebering the butterfly feeling you gave me when I first wrote down stories with an pen and an pad while seeing time slip by like the white clouds in the sky your my first love when I couldn't verbally form paragraphs from my frontal lobe cortex your my first love that allowed me to get intimate in between the lines lightning the spark that dimmed to it's lowest stem today my fire is on full blast ready to dominate my passion to it's highest potential it's highest elevation on my own poetic peak I pray my love never simmers like heat that targets concrete |
" Buried Alive "I am buried alive by definitions inside of an thesaurus stacked on my bookcase of genius creativity inside my modest home of an private getaway Being my own therapist talking to myself outloud above the clouds with my signature in the air flown by my own private plane Away from the heights of 30,000 my negativity drives me insane needing an psychologist to treat my pain that stings like an needle in the spine feeling drained feeling "Buried Alive" |
"Department Store"So many varieties flowing through my tunnel vision My mind is so confused on who I need to choose The selection is circling like riding an merry go round up and down my eyes go on this online catalog that's an mile long Let me get on my good shoes on so I can walk in the best selection of the department store with the upmost grace and style I choose you, you, and you like perfume let me smell your cologne let me what you got going on I smell your con artist description lies all throughout your eyes step up your qualities come into reality Down to two men which one will stand to get this rose in my hand |
"Still Want More"Drifting eyes closed body floating like my own cloud that I personalized with my own name tatted on the edge I am in the galaxy of constellations seen through the telescope of Tiffany you see that star it's named after me Back on the gravity of Earth where rushing from A to B should be it's own occupation speeding through Death Valley in my unknown car with no title driving through invisible speed limits until I come to an stop in Colorado Like the drug addict I stay shaking wanting more of my fix my sugar high my printed on paper that loses value the lower it drops high, that make my heart drop sex temporary you go home I accept, that title of the talent that I see you are more gifted like that genius I see across the street I still want more of that fitting in like an piece that is squeezed into a puzzle of high school cliques that are now clueless adults, but the piece keeps popping out my feet says walk on Tiff... |