Pull back before I push you away
Tell yourself that it don’t matter cause one day I’ll go astray
You know about the dream
Eyes ready, wide like a screen
But I never televise
So you’re forced to stream,
To get with my program
When I’m emotional available.
Push through the barriers of my mental.
When the opportunity lacks ambition
You find ya self lingering in the trenches
Trying to not get caught in
The war between me myself & I
You willing to get that close?
Risk it all, put it all on the line?
I don’t want you to
I’m lonely …
Sleep don’t come easy
Look forward to nothing
Why am I lonely…?
How when my thoughts are spread out
All through this empty house
Elephants fill the room
Skeletons take up the closet
Can’t go back in, once you’re out
Maybe a vacation,
Something of sort could shake this
But somehow I still tune in to
Sleepless in Seattle
While Awake in Atlanta
Two space buns that lie on my head
Keep the allusion that I’m above clouds instead
Of down to earth
I used to be down to earth
Humility and humidity all the same
I’ve learned that it really all depends on what to place the blame on
At this point I’ve lost my inspiration
Due to distractions that my attention deemed worthy
I’ll probably regret ending this in such manner
No combination of letters could spell out these emotions
That I once could keep discreet
But now seem to be slipping through the root of my mouth,
Through the gaps of my teeth
No noun could amount to the person you are, the places you take me, the things you do…
I wish one would attempt to modify this mans actions as if he isn’t as comprehensive just as verbs are….
Verbal representation of he is almost discourteous, fuck an adjective, he is indescribable
Check my spelling….
Who would have ever predicted this predicate once given the subject long ago
Not a damn soul…. so now I ask
May I have permission to integrate an ellipsis…. so there could be no end to our sentence
Am I wrong for wanting paragraphs of your love
For it to be deeply embedded
Between the lines of the paper
Written in pen so we could permanently indulge in it
I’m with it, if you with it
That’s only if the anecdote of us
could be spoken as nonfiction
I warned you of the wickedness of this position
What it could bestow onto you
Still you continue on
With the conversion
Of my undergarments
And release the visibility
Of what lies
Below the crest of my breast
You reach to caress
But your stuck.
Your cheek bones
Something like a tingling sensation that
drops from your bottom lip to the top of where I sit
You can’t tell if you’re floating or falling
“Flight or fight”
Allow me to constantly remind you
Look at me
look at her
Now look at it
I am Flora
Reach for the vines that unleashes the
vibrancy that you somehow are supplying me
that slips down from my back and torso replenishes what little energy you already have
Have a taste
Attempt all of this without losing sight
Of thy eye
The overseer of your soul
It decides what your fate will become
With every blink
You may think
That you are very much alive
But you are wintry
Those aren’t chills you’re experiencing
That’s your body needing me
Long before I even go
I feel it throbbing in me
Wanting to clench me
And never let go
Never get out
Is now drenched
In my secretion
“Where you been”
Same place you left me in
Now I go studio to studio
Conjuring up a plan
No need to make that 3rd left
I know how to make it right
Can’t keep paying the cost of the tolls you put on me
You should’ve made that u turn at the light
Skin glowing in this new found weather
Feeling like a vivrant thang
Wind blowing through the sun roof of my new found whip
All I need is 2 15s for my shit to bang
Vibes on vibes on vibes
All I been running into, aura first
Stuntin season never felt this easy
No such thing as the worst of the worst
Rozay hit us with that summer seventeen
Ironic cause that’s all I want in my glass
Ever so elegant with my pinky to the ceiling
Working to be the one with the last laugh
With ya dreams and aspirations
Can’t wait to meet ya
With ya confidence and self assurance
Can’t wait to keep ya
Won’t do the most
Hope you don’t mind my approach
Still searching like my finger on a map
Sliding coast to coast
Bootleg dvds & Chinese
Somehow you still end up with fries and chicken wings
Mango incense for the air
Still doesn’t compare to scent
of ya skin in the bare
Up under me
I’d hope you find comfortability
We could take trips together
Without leaving these sheets
Let the vinyl play
As the tree burn
Listen to my rhythmic words
Rest in the dip of my curves
You the only one in my phone
You only put me in that zone
There’s finally not a reason
To feel alone even when I’m not alone
With my dreams and aspirations
I’ll probably meet ya a year from now
With my patience and reassurance
I’ll probably run into ya, just not now
Wind blows in the way of the West
as cold as the organ of life.
Show me to the warmth of your shelter.
There’s this direction about you.
Just tell me if we’re going far.
How far can we take it.
How far are we going.
My compass can’t pace it.
All I know is that the stream runs East.
That it runs as deep
as the roots embedded to these trees.
weeping willows, those I can relate to.
The nature of my love
but also passes so suddenly.
I’m growing tired.
At times I want to rest it off
but you encourage otherwise.
You persuade me otherwise.
There’s this direction about you.
As night falls,
just as I raise my head North
my stomach drops.
As the disbelief
Realizations of Rain
You guide me to the rooftops
of Flaura and Fauna.
I trust your direction.
We finally arrive
and just as we do
things begin to go South.
There’s only space for one
and you don’t seem too accepting
to accommodate me.
Not even the option
to build for growth.
With a hundred thoughts
sprouting from every corner in my mind.
I conjure up the courage
to cut the stems,
to drop my compass,
and to walk away.