What If.Not seeingWhat If.3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
never in doubt
an emotional mess.
Putting us to
so much unsaid
too many questions
in my head.
What did we do
to deserve this.
Was that your
Will I ever see
all that warmed
me with in .
Do I even want to know
what if the answer is no.
Writing for you.An emotional poet writesWriting for you.3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
sit back enjoy the ride.
Not always words that please
some time a tease.
Words from the heart
to people like you
of the things I miss
the things I crave.
Emotions running high
find it easier to
write than say
it has always been that way.
Just a dreamer who puts his thoughts
on the screen not caring what comes
Or a messenger of love hoping
some one special will see
the words I write just to show
not prepared to let go.
A way to get things of my chest
my words the best.
Can not offend they will never
Those people have no interest
in my poetry.
Sexual and erotic my poems
have got it.
may be you can visualize the plot
making you sweat
leaving you wet .
Or may be a tear falls from
your eye as the words you read
have meaning too.
An emotional poet
writes for you.
Our heroOur hero4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our hero has been taken
Away too soon.
The knowledge of this has shaken
The world in a way one cannot
Even begin to fathom.
Leaving us breathless, silent,
Unable to face the truth.
Questions unanswered, quiet
Lies, rumors, gossip, and
Doubt never stopped, never
Handled, and never ending.
Our hero, you say has found
Peace at last, but he may
Never find peace, so long as
People believe in the lies
All the cruel articles about
Nonsense that made headlines
Throughout history, never forgotten
And always being mentioned.
The tension our hero felt in the air every day.
Stress, drugs, and pain making
Him weak, fragile, almost
Breakable. Can you imagine
Your hero being taken before
Your very eyes? Neither can I,
But Yet I have.
Rest in peace Michael Jackson,
Our true hero forever.
If we could have saved himThis is a story on what could have happened if we had saved Michael from dying on the 25.If we could have saved him5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A call came into the hospital. It was a man in hysterics saying that he needed help. We asked him what for and he said that there was a 50 year old man that wasn't responding to anything. We rushed over. I was sitting in the back of the ambulance preparing myself for the worst.
I wonder who it is that we're going to. We came up to the fancy house and pulled our equipment and a stretcher out going into the house of the victim. We headed into the room that a middle aged man named Conrad Murray we bringing us in. I felt my heart stop when I saw who was lying on the bed.
It was Michael Jackson. The man that I idolized. I rushed with my medical team to take his pulse. It was weak, almost gone. My co worker strapped a bottle over his mouth to help him breathe.
No! You can't die. You can't die, you can't die. I thought over and over. my heart was thudding in my chest, as if it wanted to break through and
Neverland, My NeverlandNeverland, My Neverland4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They had this fantasy, you see,
A place where children who were less fortunate could go for free,
It didn't matter if they were sick, poor, black or white,
Because the owner was a white knight.
They had this fantasy of mine,
One that came after some time,
Awakened by a childhood lost,
And I was to be their host.
They had this fantasy of theirs,
They could take mine, despite the tears,
Of a thousand children, no longer able to see,
Oh, why did you do this to me?
KissI think I'll start with your lips,Kiss5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Just a kiss, to begin,
Then I'll get a little brave,
Make my way down your chin.
I'll be watching your face,
Looking close for a smile,
Then I'll move to your neck,
Kiss you there for a while.
Trace your throat with my tongue,
Feel you gulp once or twice,
Grin against your dark skin,
Know my kiss must feel nice.
Hold your face in my hands,
And I steal just one more,
This will not be our last,
Of that I am sure.
Times twoPerfect as perfect can beTimes two3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
exists only in fantasy.
Just because she has
the figure of a super model
does not make her prettier
than the rest.
I would rather have a curved lass.
A woman natural with curves
and flaws if any
are far better
than a perfect ten
who really wants
one of them.
Beauty is not just outside
you have to look deep within
look under her skin.
Real woman real breasts
bumps or hilly
a natural landscape
like a valley.
Nothing against thin
just in my view
Who is he?Who is he?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who is he?
This little boy,
With a joyful grin,
And soulful brown eyes?
Who is Michael?
With a pair of dancing shoes,
Strange dance moves,
And a starry look in his eye?
Who is Michael Jackson?
With curly black hair,
A gorgeous voice,
And a caring heart?
Who is the King of Pop?
With a home in Neverland,
Surrounded by children,
And a soul like a lucky star?
Who is this man?
With children in his bed,
And a manipulating gaze,
A monster, a fiend!
That's not who Michael is!
Then who is he?
Who is this sad creature?
With loneliness and insecurity,
Lies, slander, guilt.
Threatening to weaken him,
How do you know who he is?
I just do.
Then you are hesitant,
You can never be certain,
You just have to believe one thing or the other,
And trust your own choice.
Who is this broken man?
With a weakened body,
By unnatural elements,
The man you call Michael Jackson is dead.
He died long before
FaithI love your belief in God.Faith3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not because it matches mine.
Because it makes you even more beautiful to me.
You are the dream I always wanted, but never had.
(God likes to surprise me. Well, consider me surprised.)
It makes me want to sleep every single night by your side.
I want to wrap my prayers around you.
I want to press my lips to the segments of your body.
If you asked, I would rest my head besides yours
and dream your nightmares for you.
(You shudder in your sleep. I don't think you know.)
In faith, I'll be your dreamcatcher.
In dreams, let me wish all your nightmares away
GrayGray4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They seem to love or hate him,
Depending on what they've heard about him.
I feel so very different from both and yet so agreeing,
Do I love him?
Or do I hate him?
I went back to the house, while nobody was there,
With a pencil and paper in hand.
Lying on the bed that had once been his,
I began to write.
Fantastic stories of ghosts and kings,
Powerful maestros and weak links,
Of course, the star of every story was him,
Assuming one identity, only to trade it for the next.
I came to call him, "The Man Who Has Lived a Thousand Lives,"
Even though he had only one heartbreakingly short one.
I love him, for his sweet and giving personality, his childlike nature, and rightfully placed heart of gold,
And I hate him for his easily manipulated ways and stubbornness when push came to shove.
It's easy to see the world in black and white.
I've always believed in gray.
Winged Unknown Becomes KnownWinged Unknown Becomes Known3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You catch her off guard
Deep in the woods
And mildly surprised.
A seductive woman
Stands before you
Her winged glory
Enhanced by the moon.
She is not afraid
You thought she would be
But she is powerful
Cloaked in mystery.
You were disgusted by her existence
She is not human
But she confuses you heart
You reach out for her.
Magic sparks whiz to you
Unable to touch the winged one
For you plotted her demise
You fall to the ground.
Darkness - eyes closed
Soft lips brush yours
She lays with you
To look at stars of magic.
You've fallen in love
With the winged woman
Whose demise you plotted
When you did not know her.
SupermanI have been there to pull you all together when you fall apart.Superman3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Never mind the pain and torment I suffer in my heart.
You all call my name in deep despair looking for me to pick you up when your down.
In the past I have always been there to turn your lives around.
Even when tears filled my eyes and no one was there for me I walked alone to save you.
Now you all will suffer in my shadow it's been long-overdue.
I have carried your pain, loss, hate, and never let fate creep within.
What will you do now that I leave you to suffocate in your sin.
You all called me Superman but I am just a man tortured deep inside.
Now without me by your side you have nowhere to hide.
I let you go and have left you to die.
As I walked away I heard your cry.
However there is no superman left inside to hold you close in the darkest night.
Here I sit with no empathy as the noose has gotten tight.
Life isn't fair and I have nothing else to give.
I know I should but after it all but I cannot seem to forgive.
Be mine.A love like her is hard to findBe mine.3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
she really understood my mind.
Took me for the man I am
not fancy or rich
more a gentleman.
If she ever again
came my way
I just want her to know
I love her so
not prepared to let go.
That day she won my heart
was for me a new start
long past seventeen
yet young enough to dream.
Dream I did never wanting
Looking forward to each new date.
Always early never late.
Her eyes her lips
her sweet lingering kiss.
Moments of bliss.
These were in the past
not meant to last.
The memories will never fade
I want to live them again
over and over
time after time
I want her again
to be mine.
Miss you.Clicked on to DAMiss you.4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
another of my favorites
has gone away.
Wanted to read the journal
What I saw made me choke
account deleted and I
don't know why.
No message left to say
she was leaving
leaves me feeling rather sad
we used to get on with our chats.
May be she will be back
I really hope so
she was too good
to just let go.
I hate the time zone
her journal was written
when I was asleep
nothing I could do
May be I get too attached
silly really but after
some time you can tell
who is real or fake.
She was real
make no mistake.
Where ever you are
near or far
just want to say
miss you in every way.
Always InnocentMichael Jackson was a very kind and talented man.Always Innocent4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
His songs and videos enchanted us.
His child-like innocence captured our hearts.
And we all loved him.
But he was accused of child molestation more than once.
He didn't do it.
The child's family was greedy..
They wanted his money, that's all.
Tabloids made up all sorts of lies about him.
The media treated him poorly..
Made him the victim of a Leno monologue.
But we knew not to believe them.
When the trial reached a climax..
The verdict came out as...innocent.
He is, was and will always be innocent.
He didn't do it, he was always innocent.
He was eccentric but that's what made him so lovable.
His heart was in the right place.
And we knew it all along..
He wouldn't hurt a living soul.
Not even a fly.
He was not to blame.
But rather..it was the media's fault.
For making that stuff up about him..
And for trying to portray him in a bad light.
Michael is, was and will always be..innocent.
For he now lives in t
From the heart.Feeling worthlessFrom the heart.3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
not caring any more
Thrown in to the dark
no fault of your own
no longer feeling at home.
A no win situation
you can not change
if you could
there would be
no more pain.
Living every day
not looking forward.
Thinking of what might
have been had this life
been normal like the rest.
Never feeling down
no more tests.
A life like any other
not easy even for me
we all have our
A wish a hope
from the heart
that one day
you will see
Voices In My HeadI hear voices in my head that tell me evil things in the night.Voices In My Head4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I hear voices in my head can you save me from my plight?
The voices they come and they go.
I try not to listen but they always seem to know.
They tell me I'm not worthy they tell me to die.
Even though I'm breathing I feel empty inside.
I hear voices in my head I struggle with from within.
I hear voices in my head and I just want them to end.
They are so loud at times I feel myself slipping away.
I look for guidance and bow my head to pray.
Dear God in heaven please take this nonstop evil away.
They told me to harm and kill today.
I hear voices in my head Someone please stop the pain.
I hear voices in my head I feel I am going insane.
I take my meds just as the doc said.
Instead of being in silence I feel like the walking dead.
So numb inside can you hear my cry?
Please help me find out the reasons why.
Our song.Walking in to the barOur song.4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I see a vision
in front of me
one that can only
be described as pure beauty.
It is like a scene from
my favorite film
of long ago
one I am sure you all know.
With out a second thought
I get on my knees
hoping the song I sing
Once in a life time
there comes a chance like this.
This one time I do not
want to miss.
My voice loud and clear
the words flow out
a song from the heart
words so true
all sung for you.
I can see by your smile
I can see much more
that your eyes talk
this time you wont walk.
I walk over to you
my name is Carl who are you.
You tell me your name
and from that day on
this has been
Surah Al-Baqarah...The CowIn the name of God the MercifulSurah Al-Baqarah...The Cow4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
1. Alif-Lam-Mim. [These letters are one of the miracles of the Qur'an and none but Allah (Alone) knows their meanings].
2. This is the Book (the Qur'an), whereof there is no doubt, a guidance to those who are Al-Muttaqun [the pious and righteous persons who fear Allah much (abstain from all kinds of sins and evil deeds which He has forbidden) and love Allah much (perform all kinds of good deeds which He has ordained)].
3. Who believe in the Ghaib and perform As-Salat (Iqamat-as-Salat), and spend out of what we have provided for them [i.e. give Zakat , spend on themselves, their parents, their children, their wives, etc., and also give charity to the poor and also in Allah's Cause - Jihad, etc.].
4. And who believe in (the Qur'an and the Sunnah) which has been sent down (revealed) to you (Muhammad Peace be upon him ) and in [the Taurat (Torah) and the Injeel (Gospel), etc.] which were sent down before you and they believe with certainty in the Hereafter.
Red Rivers of Blood-Part 2Red rivers of blood, sweep me away,Red Rivers of Blood-Part 23 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Such sweet sensations of sadness just paid.
Too many feelings had clouded every thought.
Until I had died, a war had been fought.
Victory to depression, now I am dead.
Why couldn't I have kept a clear head?
Xenia was my life, my passion, my blood,
Yet she treated my heart no better than mud.
Zany, I was, I do admit,
And she was, too, a little bit.
But now it had cost me my sweet life,
Could I really have thought she'd become my wife?
Don't trouble yourself with the past, they always say,
Even if it's the thing that took your spirit away.
Forget it, everything is said and done.
God, my torment had finally begun.
Heaven this is not, Hell it may be,
Intense silence was all that covered me.
Just why did I have to do it? Now I'm deeply distraught.
"Killing myself wasn't worth it, I sincerely thought.
Letting all my feelings and pain drift away,
Might have been better if it wasn't to pay.
Now everything started to die down,
Only thing I could see was an ee
Blurred Lines Parody - Sonic Lost WorldBlurred Lines Parody - Sonic Lost World2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Hey, hey, hey!
Hey, hey, hey!
Sonic is forced, to work with Eggman
Hope they stop the, deadly six if they can
Their names began with “Z” (Hey, hey, hey)
Weren’t they under a spell (Hey, hey, hey)
By a strange purple shell?
The first main Sonic game, for Wii U from Nintendo
We’re also glad you came, to see the epic intro!
Help save the little creatures (Hey, hey, hey)
Guess who have also returned? (Hey, hey, hey)
The wisps from Sonic Colours
And now they’re gonna help the blue…
Like in the old days, it’ll be a good game, giving speed a good name.
He’s a hero!
He’s always so speedy
Some new abilities
In Sonic Lost World!
There’s a new planet, it’s called the “Lost Hex”, feeling strange about it
Sonic’s a hero!
Less looking, more landing
The conch looks handy
The sound drives them crazy.
everything.my hands and lips and eyes and mouth and hearteverything.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for something i have never lost before
(hell, i'd never realized that it could be lost)
haven't the slightest idea
how to find.
and i search with crawling spider-leg fingers
groping along smooth black walls in heavy black darkness