The Coli's Poetry Thread
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I didn't know there was a poetry thread in here
Guess I'll dust off and give a quick something...
Snap out of It
Like a distant past haunting me
I flaunt the gift that became a sudden guilt
Eyes lust over the prize but never realize my own true value
The lady I love every morning isn't within my visual
mentally I'm observing different physical
attraction and satisfaction of another
the blunder of a male, black 30 something fronting
like I have it all
A verbal tale to tell all to those that want to exhale
and prevail from this mental hell of being a sinful creature
I never cheat but dying to meet ya
lady of lustful intentions whispering "leave her"
deceiving the house within thyself
the wealth of the kingdom could collapse in an instant
the moment I explore her well wishes
but I end the conversation by making a run to do the dishes
it's my turn tonight...
Guess I'll dust off and give a quick something...
Snap out of It
Like a distant past haunting me
I flaunt the gift that became a sudden guilt
Eyes lust over the prize but never realize my own true value
The lady I love every morning isn't within my visual
mentally I'm observing different physical
attraction and satisfaction of another
the blunder of a male, black 30 something fronting
like I have it all
A verbal tale to tell all to those that want to exhale
and prevail from this mental hell of being a sinful creature
I never cheat but dying to meet ya
lady of lustful intentions whispering "leave her"
deceiving the house within thyself
the wealth of the kingdom could collapse in an instant
the moment I explore her well wishes
but I end the conversation by making a run to do the dishes
it's my turn tonight...
KingsOfKings
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dope.I didn't know there was a poetry thread in here
Guess I'll dust off and give a quick something...
Snap out of It
Like a distant past haunting me
I flaunt the gift that became a sudden guilt
Eyes lust over the prize but never realize my own true value
The lady I love every morning isn't within my visual
mentally I'm observing different physical
attraction and satisfaction of another
the blunder of a male, black 30 something fronting
like I have it all
A verbal tale to tell all to those that want to exhale
and prevail from this mental hell of being a sinful creature
I never cheat but dying to meet ya
lady of lustful intentions whispering "leave her"
deceiving the house within thyself
the wealth of the kingdom could collapse in an instant
the moment I explore her well wishes
but I end the conversation by making a run to do the dishes
it's my turn tonight...
Recca Gatsby
LWO
It is with no grand delusion one must accept that life IS pain. A daily test of your intestinal fortitude; physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. It is up to you to sift through these hardships and acquire the worth--the reason, the great recompense. You can wallow in the pity of self and succumb to your own suffering, or you can strive on with the perseverance that you were also granted at birth. The choice is entirely up to you, the result may impact more . Just as one is with free will, in that same vein you are also with willpower.
Recca Gatsby
LWO
I could fall for you everyday, for the rest of my life. For the rest of time. Each grain of sand in this hourglass, an eternity. Nestled at the top. Never falling.
Your eyes are the Milky Way Galaxy bathed in a raining shooting star symphony of pure golden amber. Each blink you take is a comet of a blistering burst of Heaven's harps dropped upon the beating drum of a lightning strike to my heartbeat.
Your eyes are the Milky Way Galaxy bathed in a raining shooting star symphony of pure golden amber. Each blink you take is a comet of a blistering burst of Heaven's harps dropped upon the beating drum of a lightning strike to my heartbeat.
Recca Gatsby
LWO
She says she is clumsy, I assure her she's not
Then she calls me crazy, I assure her I am not
She downplays her walk, I applaud her trot
When asked if I am serious I respond to her "a lot"
This bevy of beauty she has on a lock
I pinned the key, unlocking the door to that spot
No division unhindered, she gem out of rock
Her tattoos of scripture I find myself taught
Herself as a movie, this office is box
So when we talk can never feel hands on the clock
Then she calls me crazy, I assure her I am not
She downplays her walk, I applaud her trot
When asked if I am serious I respond to her "a lot"
This bevy of beauty she has on a lock
I pinned the key, unlocking the door to that spot
No division unhindered, she gem out of rock
Her tattoos of scripture I find myself taught
Herself as a movie, this office is box
So when we talk can never feel hands on the clock
Recca Gatsby
LWO
That what is higher,
plucked the wings off an entire solar system when your eyes were to be molded. And all the stars, planets, moons, and glow of what once was--permeates radiant in the vast scope of your stare. It is no shock to get lost in the eyes of a woman who blinks through a universe with ease. Whose expressions carry that gravity, to pull you in. Locking eyes with you, no telescope could ever match that. Ever match what are in those eyes.
plucked the wings off an entire solar system when your eyes were to be molded. And all the stars, planets, moons, and glow of what once was--permeates radiant in the vast scope of your stare. It is no shock to get lost in the eyes of a woman who blinks through a universe with ease. Whose expressions carry that gravity, to pull you in. Locking eyes with you, no telescope could ever match that. Ever match what are in those eyes.
Recca Gatsby
LWO
What? What is this
This glimmer twinkle defies life's sprinkle
Each look given shows this fine eclipse of your pupil
Your blinks are a ripple effect of Heaven
Such piercing gaze to my heart is for that sake, then
Locked deep within the imprint when our eyes meet
Just your eyes leave mesmerization, yet still an infinity
Beneath those of expression you show strongest
As such a strong individual
That one gaze changed everything
It puzzles me how the pieces of you fit together
So, so well--an enigma force drawn from the greatest depths of life
I take one bow and raise my brow to your words
So lost within your voice the distance of your vowel strands me
In a place of absolute solace
I am on a moon by myself with all the oxygen of Earth
All the lights of the sun and stars warming my earlobes and soul
You speak this way, always have
Whispers whisker me away
Carried afloat in an abyss coated by the whirlwind of your cloud nine kiss
Beckon thee brings deep the bellow of my internal cello
Plucking magnificently at my heart strings
I raise myself to you, eyes met
To think of what I think of you my dear
How amazing are you to say that,
All this rang from an "Hello"
@Ria_21
This glimmer twinkle defies life's sprinkle
Each look given shows this fine eclipse of your pupil
Your blinks are a ripple effect of Heaven
Such piercing gaze to my heart is for that sake, then
Locked deep within the imprint when our eyes meet
Just your eyes leave mesmerization, yet still an infinity
Beneath those of expression you show strongest
As such a strong individual
That one gaze changed everything
It puzzles me how the pieces of you fit together
So, so well--an enigma force drawn from the greatest depths of life
I take one bow and raise my brow to your words
So lost within your voice the distance of your vowel strands me
In a place of absolute solace
I am on a moon by myself with all the oxygen of Earth
All the lights of the sun and stars warming my earlobes and soul
You speak this way, always have
Whispers whisker me away
Carried afloat in an abyss coated by the whirlwind of your cloud nine kiss
Beckon thee brings deep the bellow of my internal cello
Plucking magnificently at my heart strings
I raise myself to you, eyes met
To think of what I think of you my dear
How amazing are you to say that,
All this rang from an "Hello"
@Ria_21
Recca Gatsby
LWO
Daaaamn, where my nyggas at?? I ain't the only one writing, get yall asses drunk and write some shyt lol
@Ace of the Metropolitan
@IronFist
@Ace of the Metropolitan
@IronFist
Sips of liquid clear and pure
explore my body to withstand
the demand of physical food
the plan is really simple
24 hours of mental preparation
for the anticipation of the vision within thyself
this is a nusiance
wife eating noodles while beef broth soothes the nerves
son chewing candy while coffee becomes absurd
I can do this but let me nit pick with the simple subject
of tender pieces of chicken tenders
a slab of meat Flintstones treat
and repeat of veggies along with side dishes
to make my cipher complete
I refuse to admit defeat so wrestling becomes my plan b
stopping the temptation of YouTube trash
seeing dudes sit on their asses eating fast food
remedies of hunger pains reigns supreme
I'm on my deem like a Mosque service in Philly
prayer after prayer to make hours move swiftly
Oh no next episode the drink of Citrate
passed out marinate
hours on toilet you can't relate
still waiting for the hour to passed
anticipate precipitation of the gas mask
Hours later pacification of the war day
peace treaty Ronald Mcdonald's signature
present time hour 3 moving slowly
fukk this colonoscopy
Life surrounding my being
is like an unseen picture
true film indie depicting
defeatist indulging among the elitists
and measuring my gain
train to bring false prophecy
telling everybody that their reality is flawed
while mines is the instance of a fetus crawl
inside the womb the tomb of bound destruction
corrupted childhood, pain, and fears of neglect
disrespect because of my studdering
shuddering at the thought of being like my step dad
being like my father abandonment of a future seed
creed of another and a cast of voodoo upon a mother
my brother scorn me last year for not attending
my own mother's funeral
the cost was hard to bare on both ends
I'm over here struggling trying to make ends
get a call and reality begins
tears fall slowly but a sound is not heard
from afar the scars are so absurbed
absorbed my spite and rage within the cage
of a older shell a former self on the shelf
walking the road of self destruction
when is ENOUGH GOING TO BE ENOUGH
I say this like a black and white movie screen
static echoes depicting the imperfect elixir
of pure pleasure, hunger, and a focus imperfect ambition
welcome to a portion of my life
the criterion edition
is like an unseen picture
true film indie depicting
defeatist indulging among the elitists
and measuring my gain
train to bring false prophecy
telling everybody that their reality is flawed
while mines is the instance of a fetus crawl
inside the womb the tomb of bound destruction
corrupted childhood, pain, and fears of neglect
disrespect because of my studdering
shuddering at the thought of being like my step dad
being like my father abandonment of a future seed
creed of another and a cast of voodoo upon a mother
my brother scorn me last year for not attending
my own mother's funeral
the cost was hard to bare on both ends
I'm over here struggling trying to make ends
get a call and reality begins
tears fall slowly but a sound is not heard
from afar the scars are so absurbed
absorbed my spite and rage within the cage
of a older shell a former self on the shelf
walking the road of self destruction
when is ENOUGH GOING TO BE ENOUGH
I say this like a black and white movie screen
static echoes depicting the imperfect elixir
of pure pleasure, hunger, and a focus imperfect ambition
welcome to a portion of my life
the criterion edition
I was in the room for this female slam, shyt was dope.