Imagine That

I don't see the real you
your like a figment of my imagination
a fairy tale trying to come true
beautiful blue that's what i call you
in the night you burn bright ,
but in the day you bring night
fear is the crutch , but you make 
me handicap. Standing next to ..
but spinning in circles like a hub cap.
Running life circles , you seem tired baby
I think you should take a nap..pain is beauty
I hurt every time I see you. Attempting to pull
myself together is my mission, like walking
threw a room of strangers..with no tension.
Road map in hand searching for the real you,
Like a figment of my imagination, trying to
come true.

By: BTT

Poor Man's Poetry

Transcript:
This is poor man's poetry. I can't talk about the finer things in life cause I've never had the opportunity like it wasn't meant for me. No fresh clothes and no shining jewelry. Barely got pennies in my pocket to rub together. I'm in need of medicine cause I feel 6 feet under the weather. I didn't make it out of grade school cause I was trying to be like the pimps and the dope boys cause they was so cool. Now look at me; old, dirty, and lonely. Not a single shelter would hold me, and not a single person that said we were homies would ever open their homes to me. See I'm living in a box begging on the corner for money so I can buy some beer and smoke some rocks. I'm no junkie but in this winter weather it's the only way for me to get hot. Can you understand my logic, probably.... not. See this is poor man's poetry. I can't talk about the finer things in life cause I've never given myself the opportunity, like it just wasn't meant for me....

By: The Poet Q

Kiss You

What if I kissed you?
what if I showed you my heart
would you build it up
or tear it apart? Should I lay down
my guard? So your troops
take over my life's boulevard.
You tempt me with your every
emotion, running smooth over my skin
like lotion. Eyes tender, lips gentle
I need you more than I want you.
What should I do , if I could've missed you.
thinking what you'd do if I kissed you.

By: BTT

Reality

Ahhh screams ring out through the night, lost in the darkness of her thoughts as she searches for the light. Not sure if she will make it through, trying to push positivity is the only thing to do. Down on her knees praying it was only a dream, sweat running down as she plans her next scheme. Tossing and turning in thoughts so deep, hoping for morning for these she won't keep. Wishing it was  only a dream, cause now she knows it was all so real. Back on her feet stronger and wiser, Yes; because she is a true survivor!!!

By SMB

Back Stabbed

 

You was acting crippled so I supplied the crutch only to be betrayed like Caesar and such. Now you seem just fine like there was not one time I gave my hand to help you even as I am more stunned than scarred by the blow you just dealt. I don't know if I understand or believe how could something go so wrong when it seemed genuine and heartfelt. Maybe this is a dream or a sick joke because for this to be a farce is all I could hope. Pinch me, push me, slap me this can't be happening. How could someone I gave everything to be the one that stabs me....

By: The Poet Q