‘Ow, cr** and the police got me runnin’,
the black shades on my eyes,
the mascara tra la la ON!
Comin’
followin’ me
beepin’ up right
my black car,
ow I’m having a scar,
cause yo I’m a star!
p.s. this poem type short rap was composed by me when I was only 15. 😀
Credits to Fahim Sayed Photography!
And she vanished into a valley so far, where no one could hear her music within her soul.
Her haters still fancied her, to snatch her traits
and bury them under a grave called fear.
They were afraid of her massive success,
they knew,
she was not only a feminine woman,
but a mere supercalifragilisticexpialidocious immortal lass,
a babe of the Millennium era,
with a huge aim,
huge mission to spread her wings
on the path of those who adored her spirit and beauty.
It’s true, her life really was a graveyard full of buried hopes.
That melodious music in her voice, too,
was heard only by her . . .
You dance like an angel in the night,
When I close my eyes you’re dancing around me.
Steady keeping my hands from shaking,
I’m not scared anymore my love is yours for the taking.
But tell me, will you make me your queen,
Can I be the queen of everything?
The beauty that turned your world upside down,
And can I be your angel, the one who saved you,
I’ll be your queen, so don’t give up on me.
You ask who I am,
But all I am is all I could not mention to your pretty face.
I’m aching for the comfort; I said I don’t want to be alone,
So tell me lover, Can I be the queen who wears the throne?
You say you spend the night dreaming of my angel face,
While I’m wide awake counting the stars.
I don’t want to believe this is really it,
I want to be someone no one will forget.
So tell me, will you make me your queen,
Can I be the queen of everything?
The beauty that turned your world upside down,
And can I be your angel, the one who saved you,
I’ll be your queen, so don’t give up on me.
When my lips turn pale and cold,
When the sun just won’t give in,
Will you still love me when it’s all over?
Will our love go on forever, like the endless shore,
Your love is all I live for. .
Your love is all I live for. .
I’ll be your queen, so don’t give up on me.
Long years have past when she was a mere child of two,
For these long years, she wanted a family that would last
For these long years, there was no one to dry the tears no one could see
She was nothing, just a shadow from someone’s past
She was found on someone’s doorstep, she was unwanted.
For 17 long years, she waited, just wanting to be loved.
For 17 long years, nightmares of rejection and hate haunted,
All she could do was wait, looking at the stars and wished
She was just an unwanted piece of trash, just a lonely orphan girl.
Questions filled her mind; Why? Why would they leave her like this?
she began to feel light head at the mere thought, her head began to swirl,
she never once felt the warmth of a loving mother’s hugs and kiss.
Countless times she dreamed of that perfect life, with a perfect family,
All she wanted was to live a life with people who care.
All she ever wanted was to be free to be happy,
But life hasn’t been, and will never be fair.
Life wasn’t easy when you had no home to run to,
Life wasn’t easy when you were an orphan girl,
Life wasn’t easy when there was no one to turn to.
Life wasn’t easy because I was an orphan girl.
I see light in the flight
of birds.
As a waft flows through my frame of anatomy,
I make a draft to show off my craft;
under the pale chocolaty sky that I adore.
The pale chocolaty sky bursts into inspissated spherules,
on the orangish mud that is circumjacent to me.
The waft brushes through my face,
while my countenance blushes a crimson red!
Only then it dawned upon me,
that I must divulge my origin being of stardust and sandy clay;
from an Unknown Land of Ancient roots.
Does it hurt you to care, does it hurt you to make me happy?
To say you love me, does it take anything from you?
Even though you do and say those things, it doesn’t change who you are
It doesn’t make things harder or easier for you
It’s not going to kill you to make my life a little better before I die
It would only enhance my life, make me feel I’m loved and wanted
That everything hasn’t been a waste. Do you tell yourself it’s worth it?
To give a dying person a little comfort, a little happiness
Even if I did have your love and your heart someone else gets the rest of you
I worry it’s all just empty words and phrases, told to relieve a tormented soul
Pain and suffering are my burden, pain for what I want and will never have
Suffering for…
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Creamy dreamy moonlight
with its softening glow
transcends the stars
in its flow.
* * *
Am already haunted,
by my own shadows~
* * *
In darkness
I find blackness,
the blackness of coal,
devoid of flames. ~
* * *
Am a nocturnal creature
locked,
blocked,
shocked –
yet not flawed! ~
* * *
Like pulchritude,
my aptitude is dangerous!
* * *
Graves haunt me?
No, people do!
* * *
I used to
have a stroll
in a graveyard..
midnight, but alright.
* * *
Pills could not kill what was already dead,
A twisted soul,
an empty head.
* * *
I died inside so long before,
To live each day,
an endless chore
* * *
In darkness I wait,
in silence, alone,
Rose-tinted nostalgia,
all around me has grown.
* * *
They’ll say I died of suicide,
but no one knows how much they’ve lied.
It wasn’t
a rope,
a blade,
or pills that
broke my soul,
& gave me chills.
* * *
I’m helpless,
alone,
a worthless mess,
A broken child,
he must address.
* * *
As each day ends,
and darkness draws.
The devil toys,
with all my flaws.
* * *
This silver blade,
stays by my side,
Because all hope inside
has died.
* * *
Scarlet tears
drip from each vein,
A vehement covet to end this pain.
* * *
Screaming, begging, calling out,
A final, frantic, desperate, shout.
* * *
Fire ablaze within my eyes,
A smile concealing all my lies..
* * *
The tears when fall like a stream of blood on my face,
only then would they remind me of your forever grace…
* * *
Is Heaven an angel,
or Hell a demon?
* * *
Concealing my tragedies in frozen tears inside my eyes. #monostitch
* * *
Me, a lost, forlorn soul
was walking here by,
that I stumbled across a shadow.
I rejoiced,
extended my hand to it –
but it vanished.
* * *
Her fingers also got hurt,
from what she typed
and wrote to describe
her heart being hurt.
* * *
I fancy
a drink
while my mind
is being chancy!
* * *
Talent sprouts
like a fountain
even at a young age
on a mountain.
* * *
I love the taste of them!
They hook me
and I taste them again.
* * *
Lost between
two worlds
of today
and tomorrow.
* * *
Don’t be a slave of the naive! #monostitch
* * *
Stop the hurt
make me blurt
oh you flirt! #Haiku
* * *
Her flickering long eyelashes,
glittering and glancing,
while pouring mascara tear rivers.
* * *
Legendary lovers,
caressing about,
under a palm tree.
* * *
I am a seeker
Of truth,
humanity,
and justice!
* * *
Throw a dice
of sixes
to make some fixes.
* * *
Don’t play
with her shattered,
scattered soul.
* * *
Her pain made her into
A decolourised butterfly
transformed into a moth.
* * *
Like dew drops
on a lotus leaf
I vanish. . .
* * *
Empty-handed
I entered the world
Barefoot I leave it.
My coming, my going —
Two simple happenings
That got entangled.
* * *
Gently our eyes meet.
Ocean-blue, wide. Beautiful.
Eyes I could swim in.
* * *
Flowers of love
Carry the scent of ocean within
And hues of passion in the heart.
* * *
Your breath in my ear
Fingertips tracing dragons
A beautiful dream.
* * *
shall I or shan’t I-
in depression’s overcoat,
all is blue with me.
* * *
Hatred ran hot
And then cold
As I stood on
The bridge with
A rope.
Last I jump
It’s a long fall
Though it’s the end
Of it all.
* * *
Hatred turns to
Depression as I hear of your hate,
Which leads to suicide
Notes with consequence.
* * *
Hatred mingles
With anger
When you say you
Love me but
It’s a lie.
* * *
Hatred blooms
As I hear of
All the things
That you did
To hurt me.
* * *
But I will fly still
Hoping that things get better
Hoping not to fall.
* * *
A black butterfly
Flies away searching for a home
But it won’t find one.
* * *
The black butterfly can find no love
In a world of bright and free
It always feels the chains.
* * *
The chains of anger
And of seeping depression
Butterflies can’t cry!
* * *
It is always sad
Never greeted with a smile
Black and
Beauty don’t mix.
* * *
A Black Butterfly
A black mist glides off its wings
It is all alone…
* * *
MORE POEMS COMING SOON! 🙂
Where the beauty of the spirit,
meets the beauty of the bones,
is the juncture of the soul to the rapturous music within.
The essence of me is of a peculiar kind,
while the folks are blind.
Blind to the tautness of my alive corse.
I wish my spirit be liberated,
and vindicated,
from the orbit of the vicious vision;
That is my mission,
won’t acquiesce in submission.
Now, the spirit is free –
and so is me!
You wish to slay me,
while I am at bay.
You wish to leave me,
on this eve.
So I shall leave now,
jus so you get pleased now,
and to make you relieved now.
I will grieve now,
just to relieve you.
I will achieve now,
just to make you believe now.
I do disbelieve you,
but you perceive me to deceive you.
So let me just reprieve now,
for my retribution,
which is my solution
to embrace a revolution..
zej96
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious BLOGOPHILE & LIBROCUBICULARIST! 