Showing posts with label ear sex-poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ear sex-poetry. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

"like dont text me or instant message me, its important i hear your voice today"



i found this poem on a blog i follow and i fell in love. i finally got it to post into my blog so i hope you enjoy.
"..and if i win all you have to do is let me fall in love with you"

Sunday, August 16, 2009

ear sex

found this on a blog i follow cashmere thoughts, i loved it-thought you would too.

mixed feelings.
when i woke up i swore i loved you
now im falling asleep and i dont even know you
i tell you everything
and nothing at the same time
when i tell you what you want to hear
i break your heart
because tomorrow these words i force myself to speak
wont mean a thingto me
but since they meant the world to you
the world as we know it
is now broken
your half
and my half
forgive me when i tell you to leave
i really mean please stay
when i tell you i miss you
i really mean stay away
i want you, i really do
but ask me tomorrow
and ill let you know if this is still true

Thursday, June 18, 2009

more talent

ok so this guy aside from being absolutely gorgeous is very insightful. check this quote:

"I must walk into my future with

clear eyes and an unmarked tongue

along with a mind that

knows no limits..."

- FaheemJ.
dope.

... "At times, my mind is filled with more heart-related matter
than mental. I say to my emotions, which too incorporate my
mind's power, "... please do not flood both areas of my primary
existence, for I surely would be a tortured man left only a cavity and
hopefully a soul..." I mention the soul or a soul in my poetry and
literature, but attempting rationalism makes me a skeptic to
whether a soul truly exists..."
doper.

ooohh wweee

i just loev good work. simple and powerful.
i found this little poem while on my continual search for new and exciting blogs. i stumbled across this from Life In My Words, the andre guy. i used to write liek this and i hate that i let my talent lie dormit this long i doubt it can be revived...sad, i know. poetry is like ear sex. mentally satisfying and audibly delectable. get it, ear sex. well...hope you like, if you dnt...kick rocks!

maybe ?

everyday
i sit on the same bench
waiting
in hopes that maybe
you will pass me by
and on the way to the bench
everyday
i pick a flower
and lay it down beside me
so that maybe
if you fail to see the beauty i possess
the flowers beauty will catch your eye
and when you see the flower
maybe
you will see me too

[rmk] via Cashmere Thoughts