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Monday, May 23, 2011

An Ad For Friends

I'm doing it backwards..
No dates, No loves, No dinners, No nothing...
I'm putting out an ad for friends.
The shoulder to lean on..
The shoulder to cry on..

A hand to hold,
An ear for secrets to be told,

An ad for friends with out the rules,
You be yourself and I'll be mine,
Not dumb lovers blind as fools,

New sights to be seen,
While I'm free to be mean,
No holding back our true selves,
No judging.

An ad for friends
His and hers
because we aren't worried about impressing,
Just a good laugh with allot less stressing,

I can call when I want and not see you for a while,
But no hard feelings because we are truly friends.

An ad for friends
Don't you dare think its more
I'm only looking for friends to see even more

Sunday, May 15, 2011

It was business as usual nothing extra.

Thursday, May 12, 2011

Date with poison

We sat we chat
I laughed you laughed
But it was a date with poison
I knew I could never be who I use to be
But I forced myself to try, to try so hard at it
Still yet it was toxic
I became woozy and out of my element
Then we parted our ways with a gentle touch
That meant nothing to me
I felt nothing!
But I became sick
Sick with thought
A nauseating impulse to reach out
Guards down , I reached back to the familiar
And like familiar you let me down.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Yep gotta do what you gotta do!

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

She's Never been loved

Seeing the world through dirty brown eyes,
Been told a shit load of lies,
She's never been loved,

Beauty resting upon her face,
The goal, the prize of the mens master race,
She's never been loved,

Her body, the silloette her image was pure,
Their lust, their want dripping from tongues was sure,
She's never been loved,

She opened up every single time thinking it was...
Thinking love lived beneath thick skins and and twisted minds,
She's never been loved,

They wouldn't let her go, she was hypnotic ,
With a pinch of psychotic,
She's never been loved,

Her lov'n, her sex,
Magic,
She's never been loved

But she loved,
She loved with all of her heart,
From every start,
The way she wanted to be loved,
The way her daddy should've loved,
The image always a reflection in her life,
Worn on her sleeve,
Because for her to believe,
That in the end happiness lied,
It truly lied,

Happiness needed to live within.. Her
It needed to seep through her own pores,
She needed to live breath and speak happiness,
That walk that swayed , should sway her true identity,
A wisp of sweet serenity ,

Love never loved her,
It picked a chose not to love her,
It skipped along the sidewalk of lust,
Internal trust,
And twirled her hair around it's fingers,
A honey dew smell that lingers,
Never staying,
Always praying of change,
Beyond the God given range,
Belonging and longing for,
More!

Never satisfied,
Empty,
Never complacent,
Moving,
Never Peace,
Chaotic,
Never Love,
Hate

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Constantly proving myself to the people who are suppose to love me is nothing I'm interested in.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Fly

Love the me who is really me or....