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Those luxurious strands graced upon her magnificent frame
Complementing her glorious model, addressed by the simplest of names
Spawning self-shame by the wonderous chill of her gaze
Amazing a blazing of passion during the duration of my quietest phase
Is this beauty.
But has what my eyes received been brought to deceive me?
It's hard to believe that such an allure could be breathing
Heart beating and pounding in a lively manner
In a manor of confusion causing lovely clamour
Yet deathly, if emotions aren't executed discreetly
In other words if they're seeping they may lead to self-weeping
But trivial thinking leads me to believe that if I can conceive a plan we may find dual relief
Leading to being united in a utopia full of euphoria
While finding peace as the same different lovers in each other
So not patiently, but anxiously I'm waiting for our day to come
When we can flee from self-captivity and lay under the sun
Enjoy each other's company, comfortably concocting lovetry
Lovely as your for we luminates and accumulates
My attention, throwing the world into perpetual suspension
To wake up in your eyes, sight: sweeter than your complexion
And as the ambience breaks night the aurora shines bright
In your aura I write "little angel let's take flight"
And maybe we just might get to reach the heavens
But for now, under this tree, let's simply preach
To be.
- Welcome To The ContemplationComplementing her glorious model, addressed by the simplest of names
Spawning self-shame by the wonderous chill of her gaze
Amazing a blazing of passion during the duration of my quietest phase
Is this beauty.
But has what my eyes received been brought to deceive me?
It's hard to believe that such an allure could be breathing
Heart beating and pounding in a lively manner
In a manor of confusion causing lovely clamour
Yet deathly, if emotions aren't executed discreetly
In other words if they're seeping they may lead to self-weeping
But trivial thinking leads me to believe that if I can conceive a plan we may find dual relief
Leading to being united in a utopia full of euphoria
While finding peace as the same different lovers in each other
So not patiently, but anxiously I'm waiting for our day to come
When we can flee from self-captivity and lay under the sun
Enjoy each other's company, comfortably concocting lovetry
Lovely as your for we luminates and accumulates
My attention, throwing the world into perpetual suspension
To wake up in your eyes, sight: sweeter than your complexion
And as the ambience breaks night the aurora shines bright
In your aura I write "little angel let's take flight"
And maybe we just might get to reach the heavens
But for now, under this tree, let's simply preach
To be.
This is something that was suppose to be turned in my english class on Thursday of last week as homework.
Only it wasn't finished then. It was finished today.
And now that it is, I'm glad that it wasn't finished then.
Straight up.
This is my best,
No,
Greatest poem I have ever written in my entire life. Greater than all the rest...... well, most of the rest combine. (Don't mean to get big-headed, just saying. It blows my mind)
I mean, I read and reread it over and over again and those certain lines, the ones you're probably bugging out on, are the exact ones that make me just,
I don't know, like
Walk off lol. Just pace around like "Damn, I can't read anymore. Like, Damn."
Thing is, this is just the beginning.
This is my new style of writing, and I haven't even perfected it.
So again, if I didn't say it before.
I Heard Flapjack Be Pancaking. (it means I'm pimpin'.)
Only it wasn't finished then. It was finished today.
And now that it is, I'm glad that it wasn't finished then.
Straight up.
This is my best,
No,
Greatest poem I have ever written in my entire life. Greater than all the rest...... well, most of the rest combine. (Don't mean to get big-headed, just saying. It blows my mind)
I mean, I read and reread it over and over again and those certain lines, the ones you're probably bugging out on, are the exact ones that make me just,
I don't know, like
Walk off lol. Just pace around like "Damn, I can't read anymore. Like, Damn."
Thing is, this is just the beginning.
This is my new style of writing, and I haven't even perfected it.
So again, if I didn't say it before.
I Heard Flapjack Be Pancaking. (it means I'm pimpin'.)
(Also, this the last post that is going on my FaceBook page until I get 10 fans. So invite your peoples to it. It's Sounds at the top. If you want to find out more about this poem, well email me at kennastyles@ymail.com. And stay tuned to this blog!
Pancaking.)
2 Comments:
u never told me abt ur blog :oD way to go pal...
this is simply a masterpiece :o)
lol sorry about that.
And sorry I havent talked to you in awhile but usually im either tired or trying to sign off facebook.
and thanks
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