Sunday, January 17, 2016

You F'n Hate Me (explicit)

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Friday, April 25, 2014

Late Night Memoirs Pt. 2

I dont sleep so i think much, i often in vision possessing the things i cant touch. The things I want to be I can't ; im scared. Scared of success, scared of failure. You couldn't understand so don't judge, i'm sitting on the edge of forever all I need is a slight nudge.The hours getting late watching the sunset on the things I believe. Living with things my mind could've never conceived. I'm intelligent, but I Keep Making the same mistakes, when the love is real they say you will know, why is it i still have so far to go ?


Sunday, March 16, 2014

Late Night Memoirs pt.1

I refuse to lose , i guest that's the man in me
I hate admitting when i'm wrong, id rather soak in silence, i hate Being meek i lean more toward violence, i love slow music but the soundtrack of my life has been drowned out by sirens. My motivation is positive driven by negativity, stone face killer but my emotion is my sensitivity. You can see the anger in my eyes i fight lividly, but when the victory is gained i maintained  my dignity and humility. In search of something deep because the shallow isn't fulfilling me.


Saturday, December 7, 2013

The Purpose

Forget the future you built as a kid, when you get older you see
the failures of your youth and the things you did. Set the past in
motion when the circumstances of life rock you back and forth like
the ocean. Praying that dead end job don’t drive you past success at
a hundred miles an hour off the cliff of insanity. Then when you thought
you found the love of your life and vows get exchanged, kids become involved in
 the equation, two plus two equals me minus you. After eighteen years of
co-parenting,  graduating gowns are hung. You realize to your children
you were a hero un-sung. And you sit back in your golden years and reflect on the
things you could’ve done better, you find, open , and read old letters.
With tears in your eyes you know the end is near and there you lay without fear,
with the voices of your love ones flooding your ears. Right before you take your
 last breath you understand everything in your life was apart of a magnificent
plan. Nothing that happen will ever come to pass again. Now its on to judgment day
where you face the demons you struggled with from within.

By; BTT 
@PoeticalJustus(The Poet Q/ BTT twitter)

Thursday, December 5, 2013

Passions Prisoner (Collaboration)

The structure of this poem starts with The Poet Q and then to Ms. Bonita and so forth.

I can't help but to be prisoner to your passion
Bound by the emotions running through my body
Losing track of time and acting irrationally
Restrained by the fears of what was and what is
So I approach lightly not knowing the challenges
Trying to find a balance of too little and too much
I know I should slow down but too addicted to touch
Constantly yearning to taste your lips
Lost in passion kissing on your thighs with my hands on your hips
Toes curling, back arching, desire flowing
Where this will all lead to I am not knowing
But hoping that the unkwown is never
Wanting no end to come of this pleasure
So just keep me as your passions prisoner....

By: The Poet Q and Ms. Bonita

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