I want to be like words on the tip of a poets tongue
I want what I can’t have but it’s an inspiration and it consumes me because I’m in need
I want what I need to make this feeling c/o/m/p/l/e/t/e to put beats in synch cause I'm dying from a broken heart rhythm
I want to be Muse for your ink I want to bring about fluctuations in your blood pressure
I want to do a lot of things
I want to clear out rooms with sonic-truth booms I want to see justice to my own 99 red balloons I want to make beats pack seats
I want to be a singer singing soul-beats but God blessed me with a poets voice He knew I was to shy that money and fame was no claim to claim for me
He knew a singers voice would be wasted in my shy silence
So I want to be known for my poetry
I want to start a commotion
be that spark to your explosion
I want to Echo echo.. echo... echoooo.... on in time forever
I want to see my name spoken amongst the greatest to live on in that category
I want to climb mountains scale walls and laugh at the top over countless waterfalls
I want to dive deep into the unknown discover lost treasure of golden knowledge that advances the human population into the golden age of enlightenment
I want to take the broken chords of your heart and suture them whole and kiss the scars your loneliness caused
Because no matter what I want you in every way possible
I want to eat Chinese food with you and get lost in deep philosophical conversation over sweet tea and talk about Sex and Poetry I want everything to make sense to me and acknowledge that a heart is something immense to see
and I want to be proud that I look like my mother that I can claim without a doubt I-am her daughter
I want to be at a turning point in history unfold a wrinkle in time over the steam of a cup of tea clutched in cold hands on a ride in a time machine so I could see EVERYTHING
Understand I want a lot, like everyone else at least I'm happy with most of myself I don't want to be anyone else
This list is short compared to the things that I dream and I know that this poem may seem to have a demanding theme but I'm standing here now Heart on my sleeve Not closed off and hidden Not mangled in my chest Not cold like blue ice burgs at the other end of the world
I'm standing here with a heart worthy of your love
and n all honesty there's one thing that would be best
That would untangle the knot
Lighten the grip around my throat
Put an end to my deep-ing l-o-n-e-l-i-n-e-s-s
Draw a whole heart
I would really be fine if I could find my missing /half/
Because loneliness lives within this skin canvased along my fleshes open pores cultivated through lack of touch causing streams of peace and rages of madness my reflection shown in the pupils of those who truly wished to see
See this is the reason why I write in rhyme
This is the reason I hide in metaphors
Ive been so busy hiding my true emotions but bleeding on paper like no one would notice the trails of passion dripped in heart shaped forms
This is AWESOME! I loved it, I felt like these were things that I would say. My favorite is the line about looking like your mother. I've always been proud that I looked like my mother. It's one of those connections you just don't have with anyone else. I was smiling the entire time I read this. I loved the format as well. I wasn't sure if it was supposed to be, but it reminded me a bit of word art. I really hope that you get to do/become all of those things. From the sound of your attitude I have a feeling you will! Thank you so much for sharing.
This poem belongs in a class by itself. Such deepth and raw emotion are within this poem. It's interesting to fathom the deepest emotional scars that need to be healed in order to embrace what is truly needed for a heartache that's deserving of true companionship. A understanding and loving kindred spirit needs to be the comforter for this particular heartache. Who has yet to be found as of yet. Great write. This is the stuff great poems are made of. :)
Your heart and soul are flooded with purest ecstasy, my precious friend. You will surely have all your heart longs for.. and more. Let the ripples of your longing begin to release for you all you desire. Speak it, sweet poet.. speak it and embrace passion's seed. xx
i think this is the style and the voice you utilize best. all the erotic stuff has the shock factor, and its arousing to read, but listen to the chaste dreamer in you and see she too has words worthy. words that have the power to take you places and make all theses things you want, come true
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