Once a girl called me ugly and part of me saw her as right because my way to this world are so far off. I am a mad genius meant to be bought but will not stalk of the shadows. Dark meadows and indecent tones palying as these puppets walk as drones. I look to the sky and ask God please guide me as this lion full of courage is trying to eat me and bring me a surprise unfair. Stare deep. Look like sheep. These are the lines I repeat as the world looks at me with this brown skin hitting the ambition with precise potency. Love me, hold me, make me feel wanted as the music plays be ugly like me when we lay. Let's be wierd together for the world to see those others they dont understand we are out of this world so in the New Jerusalem is where we will land, be my sand. The question for my answer the discombobluation for when everything seems candid. Be the one thing that sticks out to me. Be ugly. #Ventdotcom.com
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OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY cliffonedge
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HoneyShe has the honey |
Make Me Say ItCould anything be so potent? Could this small blossom be explosive?! Intruding on everything with change at the forefront. I see it coming I am running, sprinting at first but tiredness sets in because none of this was rehearsed. Going against the grain will leave you confused insult your future and help you only to lose. The natural should only occur one way. The past repeats because my grip is so tight holding on. So fond of her smile. So in cohoots with her I spent more than awhile. I spent a smile, a walk, my time and every second the universe provided. So inspired I grabbed the waist of her mind I stroked it to the point her butterflies went away and the expensive comfort we all demand came into affect. Drying nothing the situation stayed moist. The fountain we found we knew we'd sown. She indulged me in her every pleasure bestoying every part of her unto me. An I in return made her my home. She made me say it. She made me say it. She m... |
SilenceI want silence when I feel you in the room. I need the smooth tones when I'm in the mood. I feel to soothe your bones that have been cursed with rules. I love when you are free to embrace the clues. Solving this puzzle of rebuttal. Over and over our converse is great but I want silence when it comes to the past earthquakes. Shaken you are now stirred confused on the balance with shredded and tattered nerves. I can't hear of the men that broke your heart be and raped your spirit with a social assualt. I walk upright. I am man. I cringe at that part that took your feet out of the sand. I want silence from the wake of the clad dreams you made but died. I feel weak when I think of another inside! I love you! I fight for you and my guard is here to stay but your past life I will pass on for now and today. From tomorrow on I cannot say but if silence is kept for my heart not to wept then I think I'll be fine. |
Queen StarI look to you for comfort you being bold in a place where the sold are happy and the free are silent. I look to you as it all transpires. Different days bring different thoughts and then time tells all. Good vibes shake the spirit into the divine. So come with me and fly away so that we may be set in the clouds on mounds of ectasy. Be the only star I see.. stay here with me and be my queen. |
So Far...Looking into her eyes. I fall deep seeing loyalty. With a smile I am shy in the presence of royalty. Queen she is I there in place in a position to win. She makes me want to be sensual and not sexual. Passionate and professional progression filled thoughts running fast through my head because I know if we put our heads together we can make this bread. Then eat from the same table full off of the confidence we give each other. There is no other. An that is a little of how I feel so far. |
Relation ShipAs I stand on the sand of my paradise called life. I'm right... right where I need to be. I feed on the empty occupancy of me being by myself. Just me and my wealth. A lot of cold hearted decision leaving those behind. The wind blows so crisp as success is so divine. But now I know binds. Twisted I am constructed on this obstruction extracting me, retracting me, subtracting me to my lower self. Dividing my health I longed to find my soul. So I prayed for the day the ship I yearned for would deliver it's self unto not just my flesh but so much more. My soul, what I feel is gold, my whole fold. My being in totality. Will I ever see the sunset with you on it? A solemn relation and understanding that completes me not depletes me. The relation that has learned me. To help me not to make the same mistakes. Someone that relates to the fact I am not perfect and neither is the love I give you. Relate to me as you have settled and made home just as I have. |
UglyOnce a girl called me ugly and part of me saw her as right because my way to this world are so far off. I am a mad genius meant to be bought but will not stalk of the shadows. Dark meadows and indecent tones palying as these puppets walk as drones. I look to the sky and ask God please guide me as this lion full of courage is trying to eat me and bring me a surprise unfair. Stare deep. Look like sheep. These are the lines I repeat as the world looks at me with this brown skin hitting the ambition with precise potency. Love me, hold me, make me feel wanted as the music plays be ugly like me when we lay. Let's be wierd together for the world to see those others they dont understand we are out of this world so in the New Jerusalem is where we will land, be my sand. The question for my answer the discombobluation for when everything seems candid. Be the one thing that sticks out to me. Be ugly. #Ventdotcom.com |
Ebony ArtI touched it and its water ran deper than anything I'd ever seen she was in live motion a sight to be seen a real women holding 22 with the smarts like she was 27 I felt like I was in heaven. On cloud nine well no... cloud eleven. My pelvis tightens as sweat drips and emotions tips and run over spilling everywhere. Her hair a glare as it stood radiant to where my eyes grasped it. Drastic and painted with colors this ebony art was none other than something epic, something sacred, something felt with only the softest of hands but my on a social stand because I could not say a word. This ebony art was accomplished with not a word just the touch of our hands. The first meeting the introduction... I wonder if we'll end up making plans? |
Rome's DanceDifferent nights, different candles, different dark scenes to handle. Sweat dripping then glistening and glaring off the moon light... light whispers in your ear letting you know tonight is your night. I please and please and then need and then need. My body feeds off the beads of the jewels you drop. The message is you as you go on and on on top. Pulled hair. Seductive stares with eyes letting you in, legs shaking then relaxation. Looking over the nightstand is no longer bare because our wedding bands are there...right beside the glass of water. Looking at this scence I always wondered what my body would ponder but I have no thoughts just this action I performed that will never be lost because she is with me no longer empty our bond strokes deep! Deep inside us! This marriage thing sometimes gives me a rush...lol. #www.Ventdotcom.com |