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"She's skinned in night portray. Only the light comprehend her. They said she's beauty, and power, for the treasures hidden underneath her skin, of no measure, she kin with pleasure. Her mind make
Unlike the south We are From the Congos We all emerged - Beautiful Our feet stamping the grounds and breath humming With our tongues We spoke words that shocked the havens
The devil starts now, Set loose, bound by its vow, Heaven will come down, like aliens bow, We in the low, to safety, they will tow,
"A PRECIOUS GEM."
Where my mind is walking, on common grounds, People know me, they hear my sounds, Taking part in parcels, my eyes see farther, Asking whit you know, the path gets darker, For one and all, so the sayings go,
I made a promise from my heart to love you I love you when you snuggle in my arms And I love you when you are not around I shall stick by you in good or bad situations .
I dedicate these words of love to you: My love is a very sweet love, But your love is sweeter than mine. You brighten my way like a lantern in the dark. What would I do without your guidance?
how tragic it is that our soceity places so little value in those who have so much to say
Other loves have tried to seduce me, But they just couldn’t charm my heart. . Ever since I surrendered to your love, Nobody else can enthuse and excite me. .
Trembling, timid, twisted Rebellious, reckless, ruined Ebbing, erring, ensnared Amuck, anxious, afraid Sporadic, stressed, sinful Ugly, unsure, umbrageous Restless, ruthless, recalcitrant
As a best friend then brother, now potential life partner These feelings… These intense, powerful feelings. As infants grow to become teenagers into adults… A typical crush grew to become infatuation into love.
Within Grandma's holy sanctum resided an altar before which I was in awe, would stand tip toe in worship adoring the lines of her ornate hand held ivory mirror and silver hair brush; hands not folded in prayer
they say that nothing gold can stay but what about the other metals seen as precious in the eyes of man you are my silver lining
The Dragons, they soaredAbove Mountains, through cloudsEach guarded a hoardClaws sharp, and teeth baredThey’d fight to the deathProtecting what they treasured most
A thing that not many can endure The pressure You treasue Once knocked at my door Small and brittle My heart ripped in four What love was for certain I wasn't quite sure
Warm feelings Memories of smiles And outrageous laughter With silly wiles And for some A happily ever after Drowning in ecstasy Waves of joy Washing over me Crushing me in bliss
More important than air Although His absence is not so immediately felt More valuable than treasure Although treasure hunters ignore Him More a friend than my best friend since 4th grade
My eyes flutter open to a world draped in a haze a sight so unclear and undefined that I am left in a daze. I blink and adjust to the warm light peeking from my windows
In a world of screens and lights, Life goes on in days and nights; But in each and every soul is None other than purest gold! While the species manifest, just One of them stands from the rest;
All we own All we want We forget What we got This stuff Not worth a penny It’s all loss See the reality You can take my money Take my stuff
. Her heart is white A color so pure
I know you are the type who likes people that knows about you head to toe, I may not know a lot about you If you think my love for you is infatuated, it's not.
I want you in my life Read between the lines Behind this words I hide The truth I keep inside
Treasure Your Love
Others must seek their rainbows for the treasures that they hold, but darling, you are my rainbow and your love....my pot of gold.
To find something worth standing for, To stand and and not give in, Is to find something worth living for. To find something worth living for, To live and never from it rest,
Beautiful Princess There was once a night, That darkness came to light, And only beauty was in sight. A pure beauty was found, Her looks so profound, Yet her life turned around,
I'm a lover Not a fighter But i won't fight In this war of love
-What is true? -you? -me? -us? -Yes!!! -This isn't perplex! -you...... -me....... -we....... -It looks like we were meant to be! -and what is true about you?
Shattered beer bottles are what's left of our fight Since the bumps and bruises rarely last long I can always feel the tempest coming But I always forget that you are stong We are at each other's throats constantly
We worked, long ,hard nights... diligently.
All my life I had no clue what my purpose was for living,
My words are written in the book of life. Whether it be that they contain joy or strife. I am what i proclaim all myself to be. For the only one to stare back through the mirror
What is love?
To own nothing but words. To give everything-
It's just another day together We talk
Man,seems like this generation is changing kids killing parents well this generation is amazing racism still racing, families break up and now daddy is on vacation
Those were “my girls”, Those were “my niggas”. I didn’t care about what no one said about me,
Stream of consciousness. A fill of void and mess. Generalizing my distress in a field in which I won't digress. Yes, we are all in this world together.
She's got rock star style with that beauty queen flare. She has my full attention with just the flip of her hair. She's got a lot of class, I can't even deny.
It is my serenity My escape when reality is too much to bare. Freedom among that unexplainable And you are the guide. You guided me here, To this vast wonderland of beauty.
The soft touch. the sweet gaze . What makes me fall and be so enganged ? Every kiss every touch makes my heart beat ever so much ...
The lone days of summer that alters your attention to yourselfSummerThe days that will last for hours and create new memoriesSummerThe season on which you will learn how to say goodbye Summer
In a subway, in a bike, walking or in a car we go to work to pay for our habits and love we go to work, every single day awake and without sense we go to work, without a choice
I’m afraid of myself I’m afraid that I will never succeed I’m afraid that my parents will be disappointed in my decisions I’m afraid that the world will not accept me for who I am
My despair and sorrow is behind me
My other half now lies lifeless
Together I am with my soul’s twin
My voice rings clear and bright
Breaking out of my shell A drop of dew
At the origin of everything
Sitting at the house of light in the dark Looking on the ocean Finding a bottle of dreams being lost at sea
Look above me and you will find An unfinished song forgotten over time The notes are perfect in my heart they will collide
Some sounds are echoes Some are whispers Some demand to be heard and possess your mind Some just flow past you like a chill Some sounds hurt you from the inside out and make you want to crawl out of your skin
Throughout my whole life, I know an angel was near by,
Love of those around you goes deeper than one may know Love is seeded in the heart and stronger than anything One love stronger than any you may find is the love of a grandmother She wipes your tears
A piece of my mind,thought so divine
You and I, we are like the tides, you and I. Yet, ups and downs, we carry on. Sadly but true, this love is felt by few. Sadly, but true. Yet,
You’re so mesmerizing; you’re the definition of desire. My heart throbs at the sight of you. You’re layered with sensitivity and covered in morality, which defines you.
You were the one who was gonna save my heart Instead you broke it into a thousand parts Every time exactly the same But I thought you were different the first time you said my name I fell but you didn’t catch me
A huge deception Held out too far to reach, right in front of us Even by those we trust It’s behind all the tears that leak out of our eyes Our sighs, our cries of desperation And frustration
A Treasure. So beautiful. Desired at first site. Corruptive to the soul. Corruption of the marvelous. Or the zealous.
Jim: a young boy at the Admiral Benbow Inn owned by his father.
There is no way of telling What lies beyond reach
In the old world full of dust and bones a traveler short and tired wandered into my home. In his bag he carried books and trinkets that glistened and sparkled in my dirty home.
You can see them, Sittng there staring at the same at the sun, Growing old together, as if the days won't run They enjoy each others presence. One knows what the other is thinking.
When I think of words I think of numbers, or knights Or of nights When the sky is an inky black the kind your fingers Almost slip into Like a sleeve, or oil
Treasure, there is little treasure I keep. some odds and ends, a trinket or two, but there is one thing, that out does most. It's a simple thing, a little thing. yet it boasts among the most treasured.
Im slamming through these rhymes like it means nothing, Some say its a crime, yet im not doing the time. Some say its intense, but I see it as common sence. Some say it comes from the heart, yet they dont know the start.
If I can't close my eyes and imagine the endless metaphors there is no need for these eyes of mine If I can't sway to the flows and effortless quotes that glide from mouths
They say that we should treasure what we have today, that we don’t know what tomorrow will bring. It could be life or death, good or bad or life changing.
Life is difficult. Life is joyful and happy. Life is a treasure.
(poems go here) A True Treasure Hidden you are Waiting to be found Covered by the dirt The rocks Can’t breath Cannot even make a sound