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art... =/

barely,

conceited

delusions,

eclectically

furnished

grammar.

hypercritical

individuals

justify

kenosis.

lack

morals.

narcissistic

objectives.

persistently

question

radiolucence.

shamelessly

tasteless

unless

vivid

without

xesturgy,

yielding

zealousness

Ruby Veneer

There's this room in my chest that reeks of asbestos and formaldehyde

where feelings are lost and love died

near dead emotions and in one corner my heart screams and cries

from estrogen driven actions and mind's lies

murderous looks and bothered sighs

cold hugs and diamond cutting eyes

if it were any other way

tomorrow's yesterday's today

you couldn't base it on legitimacy

sub zero kisses

black roses, so numb

caught in a love conundrum

a spectacular caricature of intimacy

a rose, a red one

petal-less

in the midst of an entrapping kiss

i am but a stem

in an empty garden...

love is the best facade

Just Tell Me

I write unrehearsed

no protection, raw verse

fuck her mind

make her thoughts moan with the progression of each line

sex her intellect

her third eye dripping. so wet

entice her with metaphors

her ears yearn for more and more

subconscious rhythmically pulsates

temperature rises, increased heart rate

closed-minded, this poem unfolds, yet blinded

she clinches her brain tighter

intrigued by this triple X writer

listen closely, she opens her ears wider

so i wrote slow and deep

she drenches the mead notebook sheets

now imagine if i use my mouth and speak

my pronunciations make her soul weak

covers her auricles because she can't take any more

screams my name

pushes my lips closer

so the words go deeper

"speak faster Free"

i don't normally do this on the first reading, i said

i don't normally listen, so i hope we're not speeding, she plead

and what followed had me mistaken

if you called home heaven or hell

the angelic nastiness you posses

made you by far the best

therefore hard to tell

and you want me to tell you more

i oblige

and for this night i'll be your poetic whore

or yours, if you want me to

imagine

The Persistence Of a Fabricator

i am a liar

from the tip of my toe nail

to the curl of hair follicle

where my brain begins

to where my spinal cord ends

the greatest falsifier will...

tell you they care

because thats exactly what you want to hear

and she wants to hear, and she wants to hear

but thats my baby mother

her, she my whenever I want to go there

you're my right now, right here

i love you. you, and you

your world is charged with the grandeur of my delusions

fervent hopes

my good dick enhances these illusions

her chimera

and the other her's pipe dreams

I'm not at all what I seem

but my persistence makes you believe

I am the footnote beneath deceive

so when you read this

and I'm found out

you'll can say what you want

rant and rave

it will only increase my stock value

claim me more fame

I will be your asshole, your son of a bitch, your dog, your motherfucker, your lame

I will stare right in those homely eyes

lie through the dental floss opening in my teeth

take none of the blame

remember you said you've never met anyone like me

so how can all men be the same

maybe all women are unchanged

indifferent

you all fall for the same thing

appreciate my art

your mind is my canvas

your ear is my art gallery

my media is fibs, lies, figments, and phantasms

my preserver is my sex

keep your eyes fixed and your soul intertwined with orgasms

so when or if I do decide to slip up

and the fam-I-LIAR seems out of place

just please look past this blue hue of my face

that is so fabulist

think back to my genuine voice

my sincere words

our coitus interruptus

and the fact you ignored my lisp [some ppl said this particular line they didn't understand, but just think how a SNAKE sounds]

dear you

my lies

 

sincerely, a forehead kiss

how true this isn't, or is this?

Autopsy Report

Today I was found dead outside of my poem
body word riddled
laying in a pool of verbs
pen gripped tight in my right hand
but i couldnt pull the ink quick enough
so as love stood opposite of me
approximately 5 feet
because I promised myself I'd never let her get that close again
or fall so deep in it
but I dug a hole 6 feet
and now ironically we're here
duel stance
and she shot faster than me
see, this is the story
time and time again
love has hurt me
so when i finally did enough push-ups
lift 100 pound wieghts to leave her
she couldn't comprehend
its either me
or your going to be slow fucking this here concrete
gasping for air, because the dirt is so sweet
foreplay with casket sheets
this love bitch is crazy
so i reached for my pen
but what i wrote didn't hurt
these poems barely fazed her
as I'm scribbling verbosely
she pulled my heart from her L
loaded it with familiar words
now I'm writing faster
she pulls the trigger slowly
"Nigga drop that pen and come back to me"
raise my hand and aim it at her O
she lets off with no hesitation
her eyes don't even blink
and as the words spew from my heart
hits me so forcefully
she says "One day, I could have loved you back"
tears fallin down her V's
my body dropped
leaking the most grammatic nouns, pronouns, verbs, and adjectives
did I deserve this
am I that cynical and love negative
I had no faith in her
underestimated her so greatly
but I'd take this icebox any day
than a heart with a lady and no warranty
fuck LOVE






what happened to killing me softly?

I wrote this in "some alley"

as we live through the present
the earth kills yesterdays
and tomorrow's too
but when 11:59 becomes that 25th hour
I'd like 12:01 to be spent with you
i want mornings to be clear skied
like that day I asked what size do you wear
right eye squinched, sun glared face
i remember this corner, this 1st place ribbon street
where we met for the third time
i say third because i've seen you two times before
my lips were stuck in traffic
but each time including the third
and even more recent
the 100th will be like the first
you are my thirst
in my mind
i rehearshed these lines
but it wasn't quite like what is being written
i couldn't ask for a better YOU
but if i was granted that wish
i'd glady trade it for your kiss
you're bliss defined
i want our seconds to last as long as your hair
and when blue skies turn black
i want my stomach to your back
and everyother morning to be just like that
could you give me a million tomorrow's
or go half on a baby
but get my 100 percent
fuck always being there
i always want you here with me
when words can't describe
emotions, bottled up, explode
when you ask me what I'm thinkin
and I say
you are my song when there's no music to play
you are to me what history is to every day
or you could be, eventually
all i want
check this out
is for YOU to be
[like that thing we do when we finish eachothers sentences]
at the end of I Love




whoever YOU may be

Mr. & Miss

Often called many names I'm not

I'm simply Mr. E

Miss Taken is my character traits

but when I'm known to get 

its often followed by "my Miss Take"

gossip and untrue chatter

Freeman 101 taught by Miss Advise

but the people sit attentively

lend their ears to Miss Conceive

but hate is a familiar vernacular to some

the lame ones listen carefully

walk closely behind Miss Led

who's best friends with Miss Lead

intentionally deceiving

like some looks are

but until you open the book

and read a few lines

your just the same as Miss Construe

whose confidant is Miss Interpret

i don't want to be Miss Understood  =/