Watch and learn now...Jay

behindperceptions:

kiss me

on the sidewalk

in the pouring rain

and when the clouds clear

we can go lay on the grass

relax and count all the stars.   

Hi, Hello, it’s very nice to meet you

I’m young, free and willing with my pleasure

You seem like the perfect one I could be close with

To explore this journey and wander this path 

Could we, pretend, to be in love?

Could, that’s what I am asking

We, as in you and me

pretend, not falsely nor insincerely, 

not deceptively or attempt seemingly but more like make believe to be, to fall carelessly

passionately and personally enamored with each other?

Allow me to caress your presence as I fall alseep amongst your essence at night and dream of you shamelessly

When we touch, let’s relish in the emotion, the effects, the sensation, the temptation for more

with no strings attached

Lets look at each other so deeply

and so fully that nothing

Nothing can pierce our peripheral or interrupt our private sitcom

Ill become your personal laugh track and spead joy and happiness on cue

throughout you

Each breath ingrains into my skin and the remnants tingle my spine and shakes your core

Can you fill my heart temporarily with the promise of something more permanent

Breathe me, feel me, fill me, live me, touch me, be…me

Lets become one for the time being

This is not a prophecy to be filled

nor destiny fulfilled

just a bucket of make believe to make me believe that I

can experience the wonders of the heart

the wonders of the world

So tell me,

can we,

pretend,

to be in love?

Ok back story, I wrote this back in 06 about my ex before he became my boyfriend. I had just found out that he had a girlfriend the entire 2 months we had been talking. His nickname was H2 so the 4th line is a play on that. I was going to read this as a poetry slam we put on back in H.S. but my friend talked me out of it. Haha, this was funny. Unfortunately, I ran out of steam and ended up with him a few months later. Joke’s on me. 

I bet you think this poem is about you by the end you wont know what to do

U manipulated my mind, I must admit but i manipulated yours, made you forget about your girl.

Had on your side two chicks, felt like the man because they was all on your dick

On the playing field you was smooth slipping through and in everything like H2O

But in reality you was like h2 no

I cant lie over you, you had me tripping I didn’t fall though caught myself man i was really slippin

Just saying your name had me breathless

Now just hearing your name leave my mouth tasteless

Yeah you led me on you played me all along but dont you feel like the fool cuz you think this shit right here is about you.

I told you I could be your love and desire, set your soul on fire while I take you higher.

Never got the chance to show you exactly how i could challenge you mentally

Wear you out physically

Have your head gone to the best of my ability

Yeah basically you messed up

I ujsed to want to write you a lust poem, sing you a love song, now I’m showing you I’m irreplaceable, while I’m so gone.

It was dirty how you played the game Thing will never be the same

Told you we could be friends but that wasn’t true

You really thought I’ll still be cool with you.

When i was all on you and you was all on me, Answer this question? Where was she?

When you look into her eyes, I hope you see my face and wish you could still get that taste and when you touch her, want and wish that it is my body you can trace.

Don’t know what you could’ve had

Can never have me now that’s your bad.

Try to tell me in a message guess you so dumb you forgot to press send.

Get smart, man up and try that shit again

Dont get mad and confront me cuz i called you out and you dont know what else to do.

Even though it is, I bet you think this poem is all about you.

I wish my thoughts would stop running away from me.

Matter of fact, I wish my thoughts were reality

Allow the scenarios to cease to exist in my mind and become an experience right before my eyes

Oh if it was only that simple, it wouldn’t be…a fantasy, more like ecstasy, when you’re next to me.

Melodic flows, passionate throes, neither theirs nor thoses, just ours

Poetically giving all of me, similes filling me, metaphors become completely yours

Complete me with that inspiration that can serve a nation but its reserved all for you

Oh how i hope this aspiration has no expiration because this jubilation sensation becomes emulation…of the last thing

Amazing how a small expression can open up the possibilities.

A smile into a kiss, a wave into a touch, a hi into wonderful deep baritone filled conversations

…but let my thoughts stop running away from me. Catch them before they lead me astray 

if he say so, i wont say no, never easily will he nor I go, until then, right here is where my hopes will stay

but baby Im about to make you mine.

Ive been plotting and scheming

but the end result will be you in my arms.

Im going to show you what real loving is

and put it on you so good that you never forget.

Im going to captivate your mind

occupy every space

Redefine your ideal woman

and replace her with my face

Oh, baby, you just don’t know

how I’m gonna turn your life upside down

and around with this joy that Im planning to give

You are about to be hit with the best

and you are just so unaware

I want you and I want you…bad

I have determined

that you are what I will have

So I hope you are sleeping good, 

eating good

feeling good

because Im about to make you better

You are living a dull existence, consistence

life without me

Oh baby I got plans 

dreams

fantasies

to fulfill

with you as my costar

Yea baby, I hope you’re ready

because Im about to make you mine

You just don’t know it yet…

Stuck

In my mind

that’s where you are.

My thoughts engulfed

by you and you’re 

reluctant to leave

I don’t know much

but I do know 

you captivate me,

activate me,

completely bait me

into craving your presence.

Will I ever get the slow chills

from your baritone whispering in my ear?

Can I experience the sweet thill

of having you intensely near?

Tell me that I’ll become accustom to the feel…

the feel of you 

aside me

beside me

inside me.

Promise to entrap me in your entire being

and allow me to consume you.

Let me help you become unstuck

from my mind

and instead be here, 

free with me.

the way the words appear on a page is sexy

my body is a lock but the plot is the key

the beginning opens me up, lays me on my back

prepares to shake my core with its climax

sweet whispers in my mind as i read the lines

so much sensuality in my book’s small confines

Each period brings a skip in my heart

as the commas assures me, we’ll never be apart 

these letters and numbers captures pieces of me

then the allure of proper grammar sets me free

with a lover like this, who needs a beau

oh how I love the way a book can arouse me so

autumnlovesautumn:

A woman like me will love you right.

I’ll know what’s mine and I’ll laugh at the girls who don’t.

I’ll support you while you try.

I’ll pick you up when you fail.

I’ll provide you with the best gifts when you succeed.

I’ll give what those others cannot.

A woman like me is the definition of

“A lady in the streets, and a freak in the sheets.”

A woman like me will hold you down when times get tough.

She’ll surprise you with random “treats”.

She’ll compliment you and what you offer to the table.

She’ll stand up for you; she knows your worth.

But a woman like me is strong.

She doesn’t want anyone who doesn’t want her.

She knows the difference and can tell.

The meaning of independent woman defines her.

This woman deserves the best and is aware of what that is.

A woman like me is what you need.

Autumn Alexis

These memories stay stuck, unwilling to leave.

When they arise, I quickly shake them out.

I try to distort them, make them not what they seem

That figurative eraser always leaves marks

Marks that recreate themselves with deeper indents

Indents means deeper meanings

Deeper meanings means intense feelings

Intense feelings makes a better memory

A memory that I can’t get rid of.

So I take that shovel,

Dig up the dirt, all the bad things

All the sad things

And I toss those memories in this black hole called my heart

And I bury them deep.

Hard to reach

Hard to touch

First I cover them with the pain so that is ingrained in the memory

Then the hurt

Of course the anger

Next comes the cold, the indifference

And lastly I finish with the false sense of happiness

Moments when façade fades, my heart melts, the anger can stop me from experiencing the hurt, and reliving the pain.

But those damn memories are never satisfied.

A movie that doing great at the box office that never wants to leave

A song stuck on repeat

A picture caught in the moment

Is a memory that stays a memory that never let you be. 

beautifulinmybrokenness:

beautifulinmybrokenness:

Who would raise dicks with their words, not lacks of panty lines?
I’m trying to take you back to that first time you heard Ms. Hill
Have you nodding your head more to my convictions than my build
I want my tongue to get you thinking about a whole different type of brain…





^ Need to get my thoughts together and finish this tonight when I get home… Good Lord, it’s been a while since I’ve written anything…

I didn’t finish it that night. Matter of fact, I haven’t been able to add on to it… until just now. Yep. A whole nine months later, lol.

Does this kind of thing ever happen to anyone else? 

Well its nice the way it is. I used to be one of those women. Need to find my groove again

bourgeois:

Bitches
By Terry White

I would trade my life
and all its riches
To rid my life
Of all the bitches

To watch a game
Just eating and drinkin’
To say “Yo, get out my face “
When she asks “baby, what you thinkin’”

To hang with my boys
And not worry a bit
To get me a little ass
And get on with my shit

To have good life, baby
Free from affliction
Barefoot, pregnant
And in their mother fuckin’ kitchen

But hey, they got the booty
Now that’s the hitch
And us without them
Now, ain’t that a bitch

Lol I was cracking up on this part

beautifulinmybrokenness:

I want to
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His intellect and stare 
Unabashedly at the
Size of his

Vocabulary

I love words. 

ghdos:

mogulminded:

johnnnnn:

“I want you to bite my lip until I can no longer speak. And then suck my ex girlfriend’s name out of my mouth just to make sure she never comes up in our conversations. I’m going to be honest, I’m not really a love poet. In fact, every time I try to write about love my hands cramp… just to show me how painful love can be. And sometimes my pencils break, just to prove to me that every now and then love takes a little more work than you planned.

See I heard that love is blind so, I write all my poems in brail. And my poems are never actually finished because true love is endless. I always believed that real love is kind of like a super model before she’s air brushed; it’s pure and imperfect, just the way that God intended. See I’m going to be honest, I’m not a love poet. But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I really wanted to write about love I swear that my first poem… it would be about you.

About how I loved you the same way that I learned how to ride a bike: Scared… but reckless with no training wheels or elbow pads so my scars can tell the story of how I fell for you. You see, I’m not really a love poet. But if I was I’d write about how I see your face in every cloud and your reflection in every window, you see I’ve written like a million poems hoping that somehow maybe someway you’ll jump out of the page and be closer to me because if you were here, right now, I would massage your back until your skin sings songs that your lips don’t even know the words to.

Until your heartbeat sounds like my last name and you smile like the pacific ocean, I want to drink the sunlight in your skin. If I was a love poet, I’d write about how you have the audacity to be beautiful, even on days when everything around you is ugly you see I’d write about your eyelashes and how they are like violin strings that play symphonies every time you blink.

If I was a love poet I’d write about how I melt in front of you like an ice sculpture, every time I hear the vibration in your voice so whenever I see your name on the caller ID my heart, it plays hop scotch inside of my chest. Yo it climbs on to my ribs like monkey bars and I feel like a child all over again. I know this sounds strange but every now and then I pray that God somehow turns you back in to one of my ribs just so that I would never have to spend an entire day without you.

I swear, I’m not a love poet. But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I really wanted to write about love, my first poem it would be about you. And after all of that she was like, so how do you feel about me? And I said, put it like this: I want to be your ex boyfriend’s stunt man. I want to do everything that he never had the courage to do like… trust you.

I swear that when our lips touch I can taste the next sixty years of my life. And some days I want to swallow stacks of your pictures just so you can be a part of me for a little bit longer. If I could I would sample your smile and then I would let my heart beat, do the bass line, we would create the greatest love song of all time. Whenever, we stand next to each other, love I was the only one made for you and you can be at last my Etta James. I’ll be oh child when you’re in pain or you could be candy coated drops of rain even though it never rains in Southern California. And together, we could be music.

And when my friends ask if you’re my girlfriend, I’ll say no. She is my musician. And me… I’m her favorite song.”

This made me tear up…that kind of love is what i need

Did he really just say “I would massage your back until your skin sings songs that your lips don’t even know the words to.”

That is fucking words sir. Assume the position in my bed. Im ready.

(Source: notforlittlegirls)

I need to put his essence on paper and the emotions that Im going through right now.

But Im afraid. 

Afraid that the words just won’t be right.

Like this moment. 

Like our potential to be nothing.

Like my attraction.