Hey There Poets and Readers,
My fellow poets, do you ever have those poems that you would never share with the world because they are either too personal, they may not be appropriate to show in certain circles, or they just suck? I have quite a few and while these are works that I rather not show, there are some great lines I really want to share.
Not every poem is meant for the world and you are in control with what you share. You don't have to share a whole poem to show that you have written. With that said, here are some of my lines from the X-Files (if you know me, you know what this means):
Politics
"It's the I become
a babbling mess and
everything I keep working
towards goes
out the window
because
you make me
want to get
on my knees
and
beg, pray, suck
your cock -
look up at you
like you are
the majestic king."
Accountability - Part II
"How do I stop myself from wanting your name in my womb? "
The Hunt
"It's another day
in the life of me.
7:23 AM,
brushing my teeth,
calculating time
while listening
to my poetry
gods.
They remind me to
lick the dawn
in between
my fingers
as I storm
out of the house.
That if I do not get
the job and have wasted
a day in my
Ashley Stewart,
Lane Bryant,
Avenue combo,
I still have the
beauty of you
under my tongue.
So I'll sit for a moment
in my borrowed Queens
apartment and pray
that one day,
I will sit on the steps
of Brooklyn again.
I will get the chance
to love you
again, my god,
poet."
My fellow poets, do you ever have those poems that you would never share with the world because they are either too personal, they may not be appropriate to show in certain circles, or they just suck? I have quite a few and while these are works that I rather not show, there are some great lines I really want to share.
Not every poem is meant for the world and you are in control with what you share. You don't have to share a whole poem to show that you have written. With that said, here are some of my lines from the X-Files (if you know me, you know what this means):
Politics
"It's the I become
a babbling mess and
everything I keep working
towards goes
out the window
because
you make me
want to get
on my knees
and
beg, pray, suck
your cock -
look up at you
like you are
the majestic king."
Accountability - Part II
"How do I stop myself from wanting your name in my womb? "
The Hunt
"It's another day
in the life of me.
7:23 AM,
brushing my teeth,
calculating time
while listening
to my poetry
gods.
They remind me to
lick the dawn
in between
my fingers
as I storm
out of the house.
That if I do not get
the job and have wasted
a day in my
Ashley Stewart,
Lane Bryant,
Avenue combo,
I still have the
beauty of you
under my tongue.
So I'll sit for a moment
in my borrowed Queens
apartment and pray
that one day,
I will sit on the steps
of Brooklyn again.
I will get the chance
to love you
again, my god,
poet."
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