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My Favourite Song

You sang me a song. It ran into me and depleted all that was wrong. It gave me hope, it gave me faith. Folded arms across each other in the absence of hate. You sang me a song. My darling, you'd sing it all day long. With the walls of our house that laid next to the ocean, your words still held the waves. You'd hold me hand through the tides and we discovered sides of each other that were enough. You sang me a song. It was in the company of those dear to our hearts. It was as tasty as those Sunday afternoons filled with grandma's vanilla tarts. You sang it loud and proud, so divine. It slapped me beautifully that you were of me, good God you're mine. Baby, you sang me a song. It was written on a rainy night, it was composed over 9 months and both of our verses formed 10 hands and 10 feet and the voices around it sounded better because there were no teeth. You sang me a song. It was disoriented and it was raw. It was me at my worst and it was everything you saw. You rewrote it with your eyes closed and your hands too. You cried in wonders just for me to get through. My love, you sang me a song. The song that taught me how to waltz through life, with you.

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Affinity

01:10 am and I'm having thoughts about you.  Some inappropriate. Some very inappropriate. But that isn't why I'm writing you this... well, it's not the main reason. I'm writing this because earlier when I got home, I could still smell your touch on my skin. I recalled that it smelt like joy and smiles that were almost as majestic as you are. You're intoxicating and I think you're aware that I enjoy being drunk. 01:12 I've written the first part of this and it doesn't really make sense, but starring at you like I was earlier as often as I did made absolute sense. Your half moon was inspiring. Your bottom half trembling with excitement and your cheeks puffing up until they hurt was quite funny. 01:15 "Rushes to" by frank is just about to finish and the passion behind his voice towards the end reminds me of the same passion that floated of your lips onto mine. I don't like my eyes, but you speak and look at them with intentions. Honest, cuddled, thoughtful, sincere intentions. You look away frequently because I might be everything you seek. 01:22 That last part took time because I shut and eyes and pleaded with my mind to try remind my body what it felt like to be close to holiness. I think I think too highly of you. I think you know this and feel the same way. 01:24 The inappropriate thoughts are back and they're vivid now. I can hear you battling for breath and I can feel myself aching for your warmth. I want my face to be showered by you... literally. I want friction. Humming. Moaning. Cumming. I want us anointed in lust soaked bedsheets and our parts running around in circles until we're back at the starting line with our lungs empty as my sack and your walls filled with melanin kissed yogurt.  01:29 I noticed I don't like speaking to you in metaphors when you're close to me. You remind me that I'm simple. That breathing doesn't necessarily have to be a calculated objective and that I can actually see better with my eyes closed as long as you're holding my hand. 01:38 I'll probably wake up liking you more than I did before. My hands will wake up in the same position they remember kissing you goodbye in and my eyes will try print images of you that probably don't even exist. At the end of the day, I'll wake up and I won't be satisfied, because you're face is there to greet me good morning with the sun.

#poetry #love #frank #ocean #rushes #to #affinity #time

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Flick : Daniel

Flick one Flick two Flick three Flick four This bloody lighter won't go off like my feelings did all over your sheets. Flick one Flick two Flick three Flick four These lungs are still trying to realize what it's really feels like to breathe with their parts above water. Flick one Flick two Flick three Flick four Would you hate me if I told you that the only time I truly loved you is when I wasn't inside you? Flick one Flick two Flick three Flick four That my body parts can only function with honest intent if they're intoxicated. Flick one Flick two Flick three Flick four My demons seem to be the only constant thing in my life. Flick one Flick two Flick three Flick four I really just want to be held, but I'm not sure if I'll fall apart or I'll actually remember what it feels like to be cared for. Flick one Flick two Flick three Flick four I wonder if God still recalls the letters that make up my name The sensation of one of my cheeks violently making love to the floor is very familiar Flick one Flick two Flick three Flick bloody four This damn lighter still won't work Flick one Flick two Flick three Flick four I was told that counting to 10 helps. Flick one Flick two Flick three Flick four 10, I'm still not calm. Fuck. Flick one Flick two Flick three Flick four My emotions are tired, so are my organs and every other part of me that I've forgotten to love. Flick one Flick two Flick three Flick four. Help me.

#Lighter #Poetry #art #Flick

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Dear Dani : Daniel

Dear Dani, I'm sorry. I know the life wasn't suppose to end up like this and you weren't suppose to end up like this, but like you always said "Things happen for a reason." Even when that reason doesn't make sense, or even when you feel like your heart beating is a casual reminder that you still have pain to run face first into. That's okay, kiddo. There are days when you're okay, days when you can allow the world to face you But there are also days when you're not so okay, days when you can feel your insides crumble beautifully into nothing. Days when permitting your lungs to let air in feels an extreme sport and you reckon that you'd be better off six feet in varnished box. Fuck, I'm crying, sitting with a bottle of a half empty vodka bottle on the living room floor so please forgive me. You probably don't know what it is I'm talking about and I'm grateful that you don't. You're six year old and your biggest worry is deciding whether your favourite colour is going to be red or blue. You're still going to sit up until 10pm arguing with your dad about the fact that a soldier is way cooler than a policeman(you won the argument). You're still going to fall, break a few ribs and laugh it off with your best friends. This is me pleading with you to live, because when you're 20 you'll be in between choosing whether you're breathing and existing. Whether you want to wake up tomorrow, or if you'd prefer to kiss the night away for the last time. I don't remember what it feels like to smile at nothing. I don't remember what it feels like to be happy, so do it like you're doing it for the both of us, okay? Yours truly, Dani. 

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The Talk : Daniel

hi. I’m not sure how I’m suppose to go about this, but I feel like having this conversation with you is better, so I’ll just talk. I want to ask you so much, I just, don’t know where to start. you hurt me. you hurt us, yet when we flip through the pages you left for us to learn about you we're taught that you love us. we are constantly reminded that we’re suppose to do right by you, but how can we do that if you’re doing the exact opposite? yes, our hardships are never forever, but why are they there in first place? why do we suffer? why do we cry? why do you feel the need to make us turn to you so often by bringing us down? you’re already great, we know, and I’m sure as hell that you don’t need the validation you so richly seek from us. why are we able to translate your words in different meanings and languages? you’re one ‘person’ I’m sure it shouldn’t be this difficult for us to decide on which language we should hear you speak in. I’m sorry for going off like this and I know you hate questions, but I just have to ask: if we’re made in your image, is your image torn, bruised and battered? do you suffer from mental illness that have people looking at you like you’re not suppose to be alive? is your image filled with rage and evil that can find it within itself to kill another for no given reason? do you cry yourself to sleep in agony because you’re unable to keep the demons in your head at bay? do you cut yourself in an attempt to remember what it feels like to be alive? people that are invested in you with their beings will look at me, judge me and make me feel like an outsider for just wanting to know so that maybe, maybe I can love you like they do. I think this is called a prayer. and I know I’m not on my knees and my eyes aren’t cclosed, but if you hear me and you can help understand you better. I’m all opened for lessons.

#poetry #religion #prayer #questions #art #pain

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STYLEZMAESTRO x iindirhe - BlackLove

once a poem, now a rhythmic melody.

The big bang

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Nineteen : Daniel

Nineteen 1 I'm reminded by my insides, that I hunger for your affection, your touch & your power over me. I fear I've forgotten what it feels like to breathe above water, because in you, I was happy to drown. 2 you were always bothered by how much I expressed myself towards you, so I did it a little more hoping you'd fall out of love with all the ideas you had of me already. 3 was the number of children we were suppose to plant into the earth, and I'm not proud to say I still remember the names we planned. 4 I'm struggling to figure out where things went south, when all our plans were meant to go our way. 5 I'm still madly in love with you 6 but I still can't stand you. 7 it took you 7 minutes to tear down everything I believed in. it took you 7 minutes to make me forget what it felt like to be loved. 8. I'm sorry if I mumble too much, it's just hard for my lungs to allow something that isn't of you in. 9. I can't anymore. 10. Fuck You! 11. I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. 12. it's just hard sitting alone in an orchard of feelings that we once planted together. 13. I'm tired of drinking about you 14. I'd rather drink with you 15. you were once my lover, but now you are to me what Christ is to the devil. 16. this vodka isn't burning enough. 17. I'll engulf myself with everything that reminds me of you. 18. then I'll probably burn it all and lay close to it picturing it to be you 19. days before 365 you walked in a direction that I couldn't recognize. 19. Nine-fucking-teen. you couldn't give me that.

#poetry #pain #art #nine #teen

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Take : Daniel

it's when I don't know what to feel. it's when I don't know what I feel. finding peace in closing my eyes, maybe forever. tracing steps of happiness down to the bottom of a vodka bottle. excuse me if I seem a little too real for this fantasy. it's just my demons taunt me with this hell so faithfully. take me back to the time I can't remember, too. why does it fill me with belief when I'm lied to? I ripped myself apart only to find that I wasn't in two. where do these bloody tears drown me to, anyway? I was brave enough to kill myself inside twice hoping for a different outcome. stupid. and the only things that crawled out of my throat were the reminders as to why I'd never really smile properly again. so pardon me for not giving you space to breathe, I myself don't recall how to do that with my head above the water anymore. take me back to when I was five I still had hope take me back to when I was fifteen when home was within my father's arms take me back take me back take me take.

#poetry #depression #pain #past

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Sheets : Daniel

Sheets stare. lock and load your desires and shoot them through my eyes. let me feel your fingers linger around my cheeks whilst I continue to slip and fall into waters around you. scream. silently. dig your nails into the mattress and ride on like a rodeo. I'm most certain we'll make sure that these bedsprings sound better than anything we'll hear on your stereo. arch and wrapped. my tongue slowly and lovingly surfing and diving into the many oceans you let flow. my head is gripped in between and all that I ask is that you don't allow me to let go. roll. your eyes, your soul, maybe curl your toes. feel the goddess in you roar. I know I'm a gentle man but forgive me if the first few strikes between your walls feel a bit too raw. praise. sing. mimic your legs with your smile and split that gracious half moon and allow your pleasure to dance around the air to remind us how beautiful you are. stay within these sheets, let them be home.

#Love #Passion #Sheets #Poetry #Sex #raw

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Soul in her pocket

Soul in her pocket

You just want my soul in your pocket You don’t love me You just want this golden soul in your grasp but you’d never let me wrap it around your finger You just want my undivided attention, lust and pure intention My intellect, my gentle manly presence you just want to be next to it. Too afraid to immerse in it See you snatch my soul and bottle my affection shelf it, then get mad when the rest of…

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Back From My Last : Daniel

Back From My Last I'm on my 5th, who rode through my manhood better than 4th, but was never as great as the 3rd, who was a memory of the 2nd whom I was trying to clone to be like my 1st. I don't enjoying using them, but I do enjoy pleasing them. it's deeper than lust but far away from love, maybe in between, the way I like being within her. I drink so much when I'm with you because I'm trying to redial the payphone hoping the picture I still have of her will answer. I don't hold your hand nor look into your eyes because I'm afraid you'll notice that there's nothing to fall out of love with. I don't fear you leaving because I know I can howl your name and your insides will crawl all the way to the same bed you feel like outsider in. don't act like you don't enjoy this. don't act like you don't enjoy me tearing your walls down, both ways in any way. so come back and drown your face and sorrow into my mattress with the help of my hand. come back and remifd me why we are not good for each but we'll still find shelter in roofless love we claim to have for each other.

#lust #unrequited love #pain #past #poetry

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The girl with the smile : Daniel

The girl with the smile. Saturday evening. heels on. makeup drawn. it's all standard procedure. a bit of perfume here, a pull up of an already close to nonexistent dress there, some keenness crying out to be let out everywhere but between your legs. pre-shots before the Uber lands, but at first it was hard walking out the apartment,  hoping your face doesn't land first. dancing, hair flowing as restlessly as your drink. back and forth, you can't remember whether this guy is the first or the forth. you feel him grip you wrongly in a way that you write off your mind with his lips punching into yours until it becomes uncomfortably comfortable. until he pushes you against the wall and everything on you as fall up to the floor. until you can no longer tell whether you're breathing air or breathing his lust. until you couldn't tell whether you were full of him or his offspring. until you discovered that the only thing holding your temple from crumbling was a half torn strap and staircases that felt colder than the bed of the one before tonight. with line crossed knees and colourful bruises you stumble back into the Uber, you tackle walls around your place and you fall with what's left of your soul to the edge of your bed. you come home and I fix you up. I gently hold your hair back as your barf away the remains of the one you were with tonight before. and when I look into your eyes, I see the girl who cried to smile one more time to try remember what it felt like to feel, real.

#pain #poetry #love #past #art

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Letter To Letter : Daniel

To my first, my only: I'm still struggling to find a name for you. mainly because I feel like nothing is good or will be good enough for you, yet. I suck sometimes at this writing thing but I hope and pray I don't suck at being a parent to you. I hope I get it right the first time, probably because you will be my first time. I have no clue as to when I'm welcoming you to the kingdom of my arms and I'm not sure whether I'll be hosting a King or a Queen but I really couldn't be bothered by that. all that matters is that I'll have you. in my arms. in my life. and I hope I make you proud. I hope you'll look at me everyday like you did the first day, your best way. forgive me if you ever catch me in tears whilst I admire you from a distance. I may never rid myself of the constant overwhelming feeling that you're of my being. that you're mine. and that I'm yours. yours teach and learn from. yours to love and adore. I'll be privileged to call you mine and blessed to be yours. I hope you know that I love you. everyday. even in the darkest of days and just to make sure, I'll remind you everyday. I can't promise that I won't love you more than I love you now later, but rest assured that I will always love you. I'll try my best to support you in anything you do and I plead that you understand if ever I'm to disagree with you. I will not be harsh, but I will not hide the truth from you. I can't wait for the first touch of fresh air you'll take in. I know you'll tear up but I promise I'll be there to calm the storm of your fears. with your tiny fingers and half grain rice sized finger nails latching on for joy on my finger. I'll try my best not to dirty your fresh skin and I'll keep you covered with a varied coloured blanket. I'm sorry if I seem selfish and not hand you back to your mother in that moment, my arms with have settled to your body rested peacefully. I pray you will be a joyful soul, I'm sure you'll have a better effect on me than your mother did(don't tell her, she'll be jealous) and I'll love it. you may change me, I don't mind, I know I will be better. I'll be there for your first word, first tooth, first walk, first love. I will work not to miss a skip of your heartbeat as you grow. be patient for me, we'll be together soon. PS: you're beautiful. so beautiful.

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Ready : Daniel

Ready. let go. make me leave my comfort areas within you, explore, dive in wonders only known to soul of our being. lick the chocolate off my skin the same way you licked my glory last night. tease. permit your thighs to run lifetime marathons around mine, maybe my face too, also my hands and arms and hopefully we'll be graced with the inability to tell our tones apart which will make us a part, of each other. eye me. bolt your desired filled fingers down my neck. let loose on your scent and allow it to draw lines you'll retrace later, maybe forever and a day. pluck me into your world of fantasies and let me let you let loose. waves. create a lust love street through the passageway. back and boobs, I mean your front pinned both ways. our breathes clashing in united arms. frank ocean's nature feels bouncing through the air whilst my tongue feels on your nature. my face anointed with your waves, creating new paths maybe homes to seftle into along the glorious garden of your body. feast. hands locked, trust me. permit me to tear down each wall with an energized stroke, I mean brush. your hair painted across my sheets, your legs enfolded around my waist. deep in, I'd like to peep in your womanhood and I might just mess around and build up my personal live-in neighbourhood. kiss me like you did when you removed every demon of my past. I swear I'm trying to be civil but my darling of a queen I'll be frank and say I want to fuck you into an ocean of love. shake until you grip on for dear pleasure. breath until your lungs recognise my skin as oxygen. love until you notice that there's no better.

#poety #love #lust #sex #nature #frank #ocean #feels

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The Airport : Nyrobieaga

The sun cracking through the shutters warms my eyelids, Like a thermometer the right temperature causing the muscles in my eyes to retract, My body and mind aching from the plethora of last night’s vices, I woefully promenade to the bathroom while the garments of the prior even subtract Preferred scalding hot water beats down in an effort to wash away my sins, And I’m left cemented in mediation on the fore coming travels and flickering aspirations for a pleasant foray, When my consciousness abruptly retains the onset of bad karma with voyages rarely ending in grins, Leaving my deduction about my fortunes seem evident by the proof of countless hours in delay. My attire complete I search for documents that display the passage of tide, Quest fulfilled and organized I leave for the street to behold the taxi patiently waiting, The driver revels in my origins conjuring conversation on freedom fighters jailed during apartheid, And as I arrive at the concourse ominous clouds leave me in a state of constant contemplating. Like incarcerated prisoners foreign populations cue up for their destinations, The feminine obsession with density is impersonified onto the luggage they carry, Imitating bulimics contents newly introduced are quickly removed while patrons struggle with patience, And feeling a wave of uneasiness ascending yet lacking Calgon I resort to auditory devices to ferry. We passengers are shepherded to the point of disregard for personal space, And I emulate the action of stripping alloys as they are seen as taboo instruments to be carefully examined, Unwillingly subject myself to being seemingly cossetted by hands while attempting to keep a straight face, The professional job choice for a predator must be TSA certified actively remedying their sexual famine. The unfamiliar faces all seem to share the same shade of being violated, Like a bunch of Haphepphobics the experience breeds foresight of therapeutics usage, While others dawn a look of being perturbed as items they forgot existed leave their eyes dilated, And as the visual inquisition comes to an end you hope you’ve kept some dignity left within your image. Complete again I start to make my way to my gate of departure, The concourse resembling a traffic jam riddled with judgmental and approving facials, My eyes wander to see some Jefferson’s upgrading lifestyles yet still judged by their culture, Who are across from some sure Walton’s being praised when no form of ethics took part in their financials. My need for literary stimulation forces me to stop at a convenience store, And I eye a publication with no connection with size but reads double XL, I procure non-kosher refreshments complimented with a soft drink as the TV displays humanities latest war, And while pondering over when society fell from grace my soul shakes when my eyes gaze the sight of a mysterious belle. She caught my gaze while positioned inside my flights designated seating area, Like a focal point all manners of species became blurred out leaving her in focus, Almost completely surrounded by male compeers each time she smiled the crowds zeitgeist shifted to hysteria, And with every minuscule action all paternal attention descended on her like a swarm of locust. Left feeling like I’m stuck in a 90’s movie and her name should be destined to be Mary, I slowly staggered across the sea of people like Moses to the Promised Land, Usually unfazed by the fairer sex each step decreased my confidence as I began to feel wary, Dawning the characteristics of an introvert I sheepishly sat myself and examine my issue off the bookstand. With my food devoured arose my dilemma of having to walk past the belle on my way to the waste bin, Futily attempting to control my disposition of a school girl I safely make it to the waste avoiding eye contact, As I made my way back I overheard her comment about my favorite artist causing me to look up and contently grin, And as if she noticed me for the first time her eyes pierced my soul leaving me frozen until I regained the strength to act. Feeling mentally flustered I managed to make it to my seat while perceiving myself as an imbecile, My conditioned worsened when I took my eyes off my shoes and saw her looking at me with a smile, Surely a facial expressing the mocking for my earlier deer like ordeal. Resolved by my failure to positively gain her attention my eyes were resounded to looking at objects only in my aisle. As time passed a feeling of covetousness reigned as I wished I was close enough to experience her scent, When God’s will surely prevailed when the ticket agent announced our flights delay over the loudspeaker, Disgruntled patrons flocked to the agent help desk but I noticed a notable traveller was absent, She was still in her seat surveying the scene and when her eyes came towards my direction knowing I had no cover made my knees weaker. Channeling the wisdom of an ostrich I buried my head in my back pack to make myself disappear, And as I was rummaging for nothing I heard the sweetest voice ask “May I read that after you’re done?”, Ambivalence filled me up as a realized it was her causing my mind to switch from hopeful excitedness to total fear, I replied positively which prompted her to sit beside me and though it was my wish I remained as cautious as Icarus should have been to the sun. I presented the publication which she took with her left hand and stretched out her right hand for introductions, I sheepishly gave my name and she replied that she was Helen which gave me visions of storming beaches in attempt to make her mine, With not even a glance at the magazine she continued revealing that she was a ballerina on her way to the Empire state to participate in productions, I followed suit remarking about my field in behaviorism which should prove useful at my ancestors funeral who was taken by time. Our conversation ranging from preferred colors to guilty late night cravings lasted till our fellow passengers began to return, A part of me knew my audience was only needed as a last resort and when she rose up my assumptions ran true, When I saw her pick her things to move next to me my shocked look prompted her to playfully rub my arm saying “You have much to learn”, And for the first time in years it seemed possible that my feeble heart might wear a different shade than blue. The scientist in me finally came alive as I began to analyze the beautiful blessing in my presence, She had the kind of eyes that never judged and stayed warm enough to divulge any insecurity with no qualms, Her skin was a tan you could never manufacture but more a benefit of her obviously complicated heritage not seen from a distance, The sort of full lips that the creator would of made for simple beings to praise in written psalms. Yet with all her visual blessings there was an obvious sorrow that resonated deep in her soul, And when I inquired about it an air of relief came over her as she quickly wiped away a falling tear, Sensing a need for a more intimate setting I offered to accompany her on a stroll, Chivalrously following the path of the cliché with my hand stretched out saying “You have nothing to fear”. When we began to walk she simply began by remarking about a family we saw having it all, And her constant smile was her attempt to try and shield the scars left by apathy, Ashamed to be a product of the Electra complex she attempted to exhibit the emotions of a doll, Yet searching for that missing part left her with paternal issues in her mentality. As I looked at her I remembered all my failed relationships that had deadened my hope, Like I had spent my entire life waiting for understanding and it had arrived with her façade of happiness, Never the one to need a label yet I would change my last name to Kent in an attempt to help her cope, And use my newly acquired strength to someday carry her over a threshold with family privy to witness. I gave her parts of my soul that had been buried under years of false vanity, Spoke of my dreams and fears coupled with my flaws and indiscretions but all was taken with affection, Divulged on family issues, lost friendships and broken promises that would have made most question my sanity, Alas our two world’s insanity seemed to bring us closer and for a moment all was perfect until the ruckus began from our departure section. We began to retrace our promenade back to our gate as the voices rose to levels of dissatisfaction, Reached close enough to realize our flight had been cancelled leaving certain patrons stranded, The desk agent spoke over the loudspeaker to inform us all of the airlines next action, Earlier connecting patrons would return home while the rest would wait till the next flight landed. From the instant the instructions were complete the look on her face painted the picture, Our triste had run its course and she would have to depart to return another day, I filled with anger, disappointment and sadness a foreign kind of mixture, My eyes fighting back any sort of moisture and my mouth with no words to say. The airline instructed those who would remain to collect our things and relocate to another gate, My hope to be able to spend any excess time with her was sorely crushed, We both gathered our things to embark on different paths as laid down by fate, And she wrote down all of her information and told me to contact her even though my positivity had been flushed. Therein began the longest second as I stared at her and wondered whether I would be allowed to steal a kiss, The coward in me resurfaced and I meekly leaned in to simply give her a long embrace, My mind lapsed and all I remember is walking away from her left to reminisce, And I was the one who was left to quickly wipe away any form of tears off my face. I sat down in the new waiting area feeling disgusted in myself, For all the talk of being able to act when true love would finally be in my reach, The idea of uncertainty caused me to cower and left me to put my romantic self-back on the shelf, I was the definition of a priest who never truly feels or lives his words but only equipped to preach. Was this the ending of what seemed so close to being perfection? It seemed that those who act are destined to remembered like Romeo and Juliet, While the rest of us are left to ponder as we feared the possibility of rejection, And as my plane landed and I boarded the only emotion I felt was regret. twitter : @Nyrobieaga IG : @Nyrobieaga

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The Blueprint : Back To Us - Daniel

The Blueprint: Back To Us so many ways to spoil you but, I struggle to choose because they all seem like they aren't enough or will even remind you of what you are to be to me. I could probably take you out for a picnic and have all your favorite chocolates melted onto my skin for you to lick off and prepare all those lovely treats for our mouths to reattach into each other. or you would prefer a day in bed with my hands overflowing in every direction that your body feels in the other direction. strapping off your bra and tickling your back with the corners of our smiles mounted together whilst your fingers and nails gently breathe new life onto my face. we'll press play and we'll backtrack to this like this is back in the day. or possibly a walk down this love street of the last year and so to find time and time again the spot where my heart sunk up to your grip. I'll let you walk in front of my eyes and I'll capture every moment of motion whilst singing frank ocean songs out loud hoping we'll get lost and swim hand in hand in loves' ocean. no wait, I think I have the perfect one: a dinner date at your favorite restaurant with all our friends in attendance. I'll put you on the highest pedestal because a Queen is always at the top and holds her king together in 2s. I can't promise that i won't tear up in flood banks as I trace back into our memories and redial every emotion I felt along my standstill payphone heart but I can promise that an everlasting smile will be mounted on my face with every word that sprints out on mouth slowly so it can fall onto your ears clearly. so here I am, both arms and hands stretched out towards you begging you not to let your fingers loose from the tight gripped relationship, because my nails are still clinging onto the "I love you" you whispered to me that sunny summer afternoon with your eyes soulfully locked onto mine. I'm still in love with the idea of falling in love with you by the hours everyday. can't get over the million loving moments we're suppose to create together be it in the silence of our minds or in full views of the arms latched on to your body I call home. I don't want to watch anyone dance down the aisle to me if it isn't you, not in this lifetime. so please take yourself back, back yo the first day I made the caterpillars in your stomach turn into butterflies. to the day you foolishly smiled by yourself when you realized that the crush was mutual. to the day you first held my face and felt your world fall up in perfect shambles and take yourself back, back to the first time your breath parted ways with the three word gospel. take yourself back, to us.

#poetry #love #art #fallingapart

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Flesh. : Daniel

Flesh. I thought it would be great to be of colour because of skin runs along with the same ground the holds me up. my mother always preached that I was a king and very sun kissed other was a queen. we celebrated the differences of our culture in the similarity of our scars, we thought we had overcome. why do I have to raise my hands in the manner of praise when you step up to the front of me? why don't I have to drop & bow on top of floors just to prove my worth? are you disgusted by my culture? or is the fact that love myself in ways you can only draw out in nothing? are you afraid of my violence? or by the fact that my peace might just make the world see what you really are? I might be a thug, but only to you. I might have committed crimes, but only ones your sights have sketched out. you never see me wild but you grab and lash me out like an animal. you've never witnessed me shoot a gun yet you still see steel in my grip and head shot right for my head, shot. I refuse to apologize for my tone. I disagree that it was your kind that once had the throne. the same ground you trend on is made of me, us, we. you may stop our hearts from beating, but you'll never stop our soul from stepping. we're one. I'm the brother who you arrested for walking with his black hoody on. I'm the sister whose neck you held trying to hold back her breath because she refused to listen to you talk bad about her brother. I'm that 5 year old boy who was running after his little bundle of joy we call a ball that you shot 6 times in the back. I am my skin. I am my culture. I am my flesh. I'm not sorry that I can't reform. go ahead, keep gunning me down, I still won't conform.

#poetry #pride #colour #black #art #love