Imagery of us. You are my rose, and I am your lotus. Visually of us; We are life’s potencies. When the sun beams down, we symbolize greater possibilities. Growth under the heat, and rebirth through hostility. We are a pair, as it appears that we are most willingly... Following God’s plan, and achieving life’s mysteries … Continue reading 161.
Burning. My soul was turning, inside out. Until you came and saved me from my inherent nature — Of pride turned south. I work for you. I love for you. I churn for you. I burn for you. A love that’s wild, like wildfires. I strive higher. I stand prouder. I laugh louder. I’m alive, … Continue reading 160.
Poetry written with wine stained breath.If red bled from my wrist, it would be a wine stained death. I write until my soul is bare and there is nothing much left. I fall out to the symphony of your lyrics and sounds.I stand astounded, as I always want you around. You accept me and you … Continue reading 159.
With every day that passes,I grow closer to my demons. For every wave that crashes,I find another soulful reason. To love with dignity, and respect for myself —Culture and higher values. Conquering myself, and learning how to. Since I’ve met you, my world has opened up to more purpose.I needed a real woman in my … Continue reading 158.
Absurdity, You lurk in me. The words in me, Is fervently; The search in me, I find in you. If you search in me; The words will say, I love you. Earnestly, I refurbish me. To show you me, I’m working deep. Spiritual work, I’ve constantly, searched and reaped — So here you are, My … Continue reading 157.
Life is short — Shall we live a little? I want it all, I never give a little. This is poem is yours, My heart is yours. I give a lot, But never met in the middle. Until I met yours, because before I was very brittle. So now I’m sure, because your heart just … Continue reading 156.
I want to reach the branch that dangles above, above our crowns. I want to see your hand, in which has my heart so I can match with yours and hold it down. Us two, we are a force. Undo, all that we have endured — And we would not be the reservoir of strength … Continue reading 155.
I feel like my mind is battling itself; It is like it is straddling itself... In one sense, adolescence is felt. I feel myself growing in unimaginable wealth! My imagination is felt; All the years I’ve spent, adding up my wealth: With knowledge and books, I have avoided all that they have took. Adults are … Continue reading 154.
You’re good for my health like minerals.If love is the goal;Then we’re pinnacle. When I text you I keep my inner cool;And I express what is best from a vision pool. At times me and life can be cynical.I can get negative or be very whimsical.But I always come back to my purity that’s divisional. … Continue reading 153.
Excessive sentimentalism is progressive mentalism;The way I see it. Immersive energy, is just the way we need it. The true epitome of kaleidoscope, is us —Your supernova is warm.My casanova, is gone… I’m gone in your fire storm. If Adam is Eve’s merry;Then I’m an atom, and you are a simple berry… Adding purple, royal … Continue reading 152.