Lyricism, Poetry, & Slams
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| 18 years young , but the mentality of someone much older ; wisdom slowly being aggregated by daily obstacles &blessings . . yet perfectly content with just blowing bubbles out on my back porch as a toddler does . . doesn`t quite make sense? that`s fine ; I`m far too complex to be completely understood . .
I`m a diverse soul . . My life is an intricate mosaic left for me to piece together the puzzle one by one , hoping to achieve His Goal . .
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| What a Misfortune
A rush of melanin in my cheeks,
Stuttering in my speech,
Fluttering as I speak
I- I cannot speak.
I cannot bear to look you in the eye because your stare, it is so powerful to me. It captivates my soul. I am afraid that if I glance for a mere second too long, I would not be able to look away.
I cannot think clearly. | | Uncharted Territory
You took Me ashore
how could I withstand Your allure?
I found Myself at an untroddened door
Your shell- one so-called "hardcore"
but You implored..!
"t r u s t Me" . .
so all of the warning signs I ignored
My heart still sore from My "lover" before
but You SWORE
never will I hurt You . .
My heart on My sleeve I wore
I entered . | | We gravitate.
Hmm . . thinking about our relationship. There are two halves-
One that`s visceral , instinctual , natural.
The way we get in a room-
Congenital.
We play , we fight , we gravitate.
Our relationship- it fascinates.
Complexitity to erradicate any thought to facillitate.
We cannot be contained.
Our similarities- it`s crazy.
Sh*t we`ve even talked about having a baby..!
Then there`s the other side of our relationship.
Omniscence- yeah , you know it all.
Always there when i beckon &call.... |
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