to the future

sometimes it's best to be able to come face to face with your demons
look them straight in the eyes without any fear and walk away with joy and happiness with no thought of ever going back.

Freedom .

fear of never loving again was once a fear of mine, but so was falling in love.
I fell and it broke.
it broke and I fell.
I was lonely and you were available.
you tormented my strength, my weight, my heart, my body, my soul, my vagina and my worth.
I let go and you held on; living young and dumb.
scared of whats next.
fears were dropped.
love was lost but quickly found.
peace and joy he had nourished me with.
a blessing in disguise; the blindness was uncovered and love was finally accepted.
FREEDOM AT LAST

Revelation

creatures taunting
they took over.
plans were crashing.
the sky was falling.
human beings dying for eternity burning.
snakes were becoming humans.
humans were becoming snakes.
it's like they were handing over there souls for all the wrong things.
the ruler is no longer in disguise or just a spirit.
arrows were being pointed.
savages were being let loose from the laws of god.
demons were being praised and no longer slayed.
spirit mans were sinking.
hells open.
the fire started smoking.
the beast were now roaring.
lucifer released.
& this is what I call the END
my dearest please understand revelation.

Poetry .

poetry isn't just something you read and overlook.
it's everything and more.
to me poetry is love.
it's my get a way when everything is wrong.
it's my hearts desire when everything is right.
it's my reefa when I wanna get away of the issues of the world and I don't even smoke; but it gets me so high that sometimes it's hard to come down.
it's my get together; got that good come back, now throw it back.
it's my inner soul.
it's my church when I miss a sunday.
it's my expression to thy self.
it's like what tupac and biggie were to rap, it lyrically takes over my mind.
it's what Malcolm X & Martin Luther King Jr were to society.
it's what GOD was to Jesus Christ, the son of GOD.
you see poetry isn't just some THING to me, it's every THING to me.

guns and roses

roses
GUNS
roses
GUNS
roses
BANG
roses
GUNS
roses
GUNS
roses
BANG;
as the sun arises, she quickly rinsed the evidence of last night off of her pretty little hands; she took one last glance & never looked back.
I dedicate this poem to anyone who believes in there future & who never looked back.

October .

the leaves are changing colors. they're falling & the warm breeze keeps calling me to play. so here I lay thinking of the way the cold & warmth mixes with you. your beauty is unexplainable; it's not summer but it's not winter. you're in between pleasure & comfort. that's why I've always had a special kind of love for just you. so bye bye september. HELLO, october.

unwanted but wanted

as the rain drips, I contemplated on how he licked his lips. how he swayed while he walked, how he talked that damn talk. how irresistible his presence of mannerism was blew my mind on so many levels. I caught myself high off of his body not even his mind nor soul. I was stuck in this trance desired by my sexual thoughts, the way he snuck his carisma into his success of a smile; I knew he could sneak a lot of interesting things inside of me. his eyes were driving me insane; oh GOD & the way he bit his lip was desirable. I had never been bound or the type to be completely stuck on a man, I liked to be chased; but at this point my thoughts & my eyes were completely stalking him. & for that one second I had just thought of so many deceiving; despicable thoughts that I should be ashamed of myself. but as badly as I wanted this man I gladly turned him down once he approached me, I just wasn't interested anymore & the galore was over. you ever wanted something so bad that once you got it you didn't want it anymore? yeah well I'd like to dedicate this poem to the wanted but unwanted