Sleep deep and creep beneath the mind that sleeps in you.
For, if you past your eyelids it's over kid.The world now has control over you-Rare
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I call me ReboundI call me rebound.
Void filler for the night.
Heart mender when I'm in your sight.
Answer from me is never might.
Company for your tears, mostly at night.
I'm defined as "rebound".
Body warmer, when your feelings are cold.
My feelings subconsciously suppressed, when you're feeling bold.
My actions clearly speak of a rebound.
Closed heart.
Will I be a "good missed opportunities", damaged goods?
I'm suppressed being.
Comfort, when you thought you'd get that early morning call.
Hand to hold when walking through malls.
They call me rebound.
I can only dream of standing tall.
Having what I deserve, like ever lasting love a...  |
"My coined quote"Sleep deep and creep beneath the mind that sleeps in you. For, if you past your eyelids it's over kid.The world now has control over you-Rare |
In the momentIt feels good here. Sitting in this 180 degree of clarity.The air taste good.Taste buds praising the aroma.Lungs enjoying the moment.I own it.This moment of nothing and I feel delightful.This feeling is embedded in my skin.Brains membranes bring to my heart, sweet songs.All titled "peace".Sweet release of sighs.Wind brushing my thighs as my eyes set on butterflies dazzling the sky.Oak tree that I lean on.This journal that I scribe on.Defines serenity.If God came right now.I'd smile as I close my eyes.My soul will graciously run to his...His...Infinite peace.This my children is...Being in the moment.RareM.T.F.D. |
Turned it all aroundLife full of baggage. Maggots.It's tragic.Turned it all around, poof vamos.Call it magic.Hearts optimistic.Mind thinking lavished.Beautiful future in my grasp.Ima snatch it.Speedin in the right lane.No plans on crashin.Winnings at the finish line.I'm baseball player dashing.I'm spazzing.On any enemie trying to crash in.Tilt what I built, what I dreamed.I imagined.Strong breed, stress free.All my girls we gettin in.Tell the bartender.Line them shots.Yea pour that Hen.Been where I been then you flexin.No time for excuses.Stop blamin Mexicans.Throw them heels on get that money girl.Start truckin.Negativity everywhere.Box it, duck it.No time for bein soft.Excuse me, Muffin.Gotta get somewhere real quick ain't no time left.Ridin til the wheels fall off.*** my... |
God's mere human beingSomething told me that I could'nt do it. So therefore, I didn't. Faith knocked softly at my door. Behold, I would'nt go near it. Blessings asked me if I would take heed to it's works. My actions acknowledged it with a healthy no. Wisdom had a conversation with knowledge and discussed how could I be cold. Age wrote a letter to the future and pleaded on my behave to have mercy on me if I'm blessed to I grow old. The phrase "Lords Will" tapped on my sins shoulder and begged them to send me a sign to repent. My sins asked the phrase "Lords Will" why? The phrase "Lords Will" replied "Her days aren't guaranteed, they're definitely lent." Of course my sins disobeyed, but wisdom and knowledge sent the sign instead, in the form of my knees being bent. I quickly opened my door for faith and gave blessings a head nod and a clear yes. This was the prayer that was sent. ... |
MamaMama "Neva" said there'd be days like this. I awake to embrace the morning. All not, to receive it's kiss... Back... to reality. My insanity. With a stern face. Hands me. Trials, Mama "Neva" told me. Mama "Neva" said... There'd be days like this. All while she scolded me. My void morphs into an abyss. All while life molds me. At times life molds me. Like an icky, furry substance. It's growing to me. Sowing me. With alot of learned lessons. Blessings unbeknownst to me. In dreams I wonder. Are my blessings passing me? Or were my eyes wide shut? I should have been day dreaming. Instead of dreaming... While my eyes were shut. I suppose I'll cut... Lines like this. Mama "Neva" said there'd be days like this. Goals shattered by verbal fist. I'd r... |
I'm (Hero Contest)I'm letters. Unique with different tones.On Evenings I desire that letters will be compressed to words, like marrow.Their origins will fill my bones.Definitions would fill my voids.Only then can the population feel my passages, as I fill pages body's with sound messages.Me.I'm transparent.An open book for sorrowed souls to read.Equipped with paragraphs boldly displaying my trials turned triumphs.Me.I'm a sinner who wakes to pray for enough wisdom to repent.I at times subconsciously sin.Then I repent again.All the while disappointingly shaking my head, again.Me.I'm my Mother's daughter and God's blessed seed.You asked, who am I?Well, I'm but a mere human being.Me. I'm Mother Angelou's ink from her pen, when she composed "Phenomenal Woman."She gave me strength to be Frost's Minor Bird."Me.I'm... |
Rules to kickin itIf you're with it. Let's just kick it.No strings attached.No locating each others mental senses.Let long drawn out convo subside.Let's not look into one another's futures.No locking eyes.Let'sTogetherEscape for the night.Forgetting each others names come Morning light.What we do, we'll define as fun.Let's skip tender kisses.No intentions.On locking tongues.We'll title our relationship as...Just friends.At least to one another we'll admit.Describing the other, to our real friends, we'll omit.Getting to know each other...Only when we submit.To pleasurable escapades.With no intent...To falling into feelings, trap.That may portend.We can ask.How you been?Not.Where you been?To, many questions.We won't commit.To, commitment.We shouldn't consent.Too much time s... |
I Am MessageWatch for the fake ones. With dry tongues.And unrealistic truths.Keep trust away from lust.Cuz even Adam ate that fruit.And your life wouldn't really suck.If you learn to Dodge.Maybe duck.Cuz guess what?You don't have to be on your back for long.To believe you're getting ***ed.With your eyes wide open.Your ears wide shut.In a maze with no exit.Wondering how you got stuck.You try to plan your next move.But the world calls your bluff.So you stand with a stern look.Trying to play tough.Can't fight with your mind.So you throw up your Knucks.But the world don't give a ***.So they move in and they buck.Now your mug has turned into a frown.Cuz you've pressed your luck.And you're mad cuz you weren't strong.Now doesn't that suck?M.T.F.D. |