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For a cold person,
you’re much warmer than the fire,
Yes I’m doing something dangerous.
Nothing new, were not strangers,
of trying to one up each other,
and being invincible.
I’m not asking you to acknowledge me,
just stop treating me like- I’m invisible.
I would always smile, while you frown.
You bought an island, so I bought your hometown.
At least you don't need a passport for the airport.
Just my permission and my private jet,
I know you have one too but mine's faster,
under stress, you’re predictable and so is your retort.
I know I have an addiction- I like to gamble,
and have a tendency to ramble,
about who I didn't or do in bed,
ignoring all your scars, stitches, blood and sweat,
voicing my opinion of how I’m not impressed.
Because my little lies, are the only things that get to you.
To look me in the eyes, there's no room for the truth.
But I told the media about us in the front news.
It’s called the element of surprise,
so ‘Surprise!’
But you didn't have that look-
more like disappointed out of your mind.
Or like ‘we’re so done’ you went out on the run,
without even saying goodbye.
It’s not my fault.
This is the first time we’ve been face to face.
You’re the one who showed up uninvited at my place.
So I played along, announced that were together.
This is not another scheming plot.
It’s not as if the gossip gets to me,
about us tying the knot.
They say “expect the unexpected”.
But to expect a confession
is out of the question.
You build up your walls,
when you know I have zero experience in rejection.
Go crawl back in your fortress for protection.
We both have all the money in the world,
to buy a ring but will we accept the other's one?
You can mope all you want- ladies, I’m up for auction.
I’m tired of talking on the phone,
with your voice on the speaker.
Being out of touch, I hate to admit,
but you’re such a keeper.
Problem is your not spending time with me,
you’re too busy with your self-discovery,
on mountains that get steeper,
I think I’ll do a little self-discovery myself;
I should've thought about us deeper.
I focused too much on being an individual,
instead of making time for us and being your equal.
How the hell you put up with me is an enigma,
must be my god damn good looks and charisma.
you’re much warmer than the fire,
Yes I’m doing something dangerous.
Nothing new, were not strangers,
of trying to one up each other,
and being invincible.
I’m not asking you to acknowledge me,
just stop treating me like- I’m invisible.
I would always smile, while you frown.
You bought an island, so I bought your hometown.
At least you don't need a passport for the airport.
Just my permission and my private jet,
I know you have one too but mine's faster,
under stress, you’re predictable and so is your retort.
I know I have an addiction- I like to gamble,
and have a tendency to ramble,
about who I didn't or do in bed,
ignoring all your scars, stitches, blood and sweat,
voicing my opinion of how I’m not impressed.
Because my little lies, are the only things that get to you.
To look me in the eyes, there's no room for the truth.
But I told the media about us in the front news.
It’s called the element of surprise,
so ‘Surprise!’
But you didn't have that look-
more like disappointed out of your mind.
Or like ‘we’re so done’ you went out on the run,
without even saying goodbye.
It’s not my fault.
This is the first time we’ve been face to face.
You’re the one who showed up uninvited at my place.
So I played along, announced that were together.
This is not another scheming plot.
It’s not as if the gossip gets to me,
about us tying the knot.
They say “expect the unexpected”.
But to expect a confession
is out of the question.
You build up your walls,
when you know I have zero experience in rejection.
Go crawl back in your fortress for protection.
We both have all the money in the world,
to buy a ring but will we accept the other's one?
You can mope all you want- ladies, I’m up for auction.
I’m tired of talking on the phone,
with your voice on the speaker.
Being out of touch, I hate to admit,
but you’re such a keeper.
Problem is your not spending time with me,
you’re too busy with your self-discovery,
on mountains that get steeper,
I think I’ll do a little self-discovery myself;
I should've thought about us deeper.
I focused too much on being an individual,
instead of making time for us and being your equal.
How the hell you put up with me is an enigma,
must be my god damn good looks and charisma.
Literature
The 'Reap'
Silent cries of a forgotten time,
Still linger in the air.
The smell of greed and death remain,
Along with the voice of a thousand tears.
A hideous creature,
Did the town once hide.
Come death to all,
Who did not abide.
A town bathed in treasures,
The creature bestowed.
Until one night,
Long ago.
When men became greedy,
And broke the code.
Telling all who would listen,
Their secret, beyond the road.
But fame and fortune,
They did not receive.
Only a shameful town,
Who brought them to their knees.
For when strangers poured in,
The townsfolk knew.
They had been betrayed,
By this greedy crew.
They were left no choice,
B
Literature
Heart Broken
dark days in harsh places,
where the roses are molding
and the perfect picture he
created is just wasting away
And the stress of the stormy days
is just eating his time's up.
It's eating his stomach lining.
Pretentious for how empty he feels.
A glass clinch tight in his hands,
four ounces of bourbon
down the guzzle
the burn is only thing he feels
still to wallow in lessons
that he's suppose to have known.
Literature
Metaphysical Pain
Chest pain
Heart pain
Mind pain
Head pain
Two are very physical...
The others, weeellll, they can be too.
It's a suffering that comes from
Not knowing what to do.
It's a suffering that comes from
Wondering what is true.
It's a pain that breaks the body,
Breaks the spirit,
Breaks the soul.
It's a pain that leaves one broken,
Hollow, empty,
Less than whole.
It's an aching pain
That leaves one longing,
Longing for relief.
It's a stabbing pain
That leaves one hoping,
Hoping in belief.
Belief that maybe, somehow,
This pain can soon be healed.
But it depends upon the bridges,
Or the walls, inside, we build.
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A rich vanity couple that spends more money than time with one another. One of them went to far keeping their relationship on hiatus, the poem is their point of view.
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