. .... She chose me.
Irresistible !
The urge is real the blood is hot ,racing through my blood tracks
Hard
to not stare ,from point one to point blank.
I wish it was at sunrise ,a peck by the early rays would arouse my fallen feelings...
Its sad to say he's built ,sad to say he's strong,
sad to declare the emergence of a feeling.
It's sad and underrating.He's a man!
A perfect one.Maybe mine ,for another lady,for someone better than me.Maybe them...
He's good, I like his vibe ,poor mortal soul.How long did it take,an inch of a day ,only knowing each other and it felt like forever.The bond was real.
I hope I'd see him again,soon and smile and laugh by the abbys of our conversation.Maybe I found solace in a strange part,his face.
By Mk_m
Tuesday, 25 June 2019
Tuesday, 18 June 2019
HELP.
I lack words to fill my art piece ; a spoken word
I can't write a piece of poetry!
Neither can a narrative explain this feeling.
Loosing ,winning .Yes ! Loosing is winning.
Winning is loosing and shinning is cunning.
I ran and I lost. I walked and I won.
I wrote and failed,copied and won.
I converted my speech and won,but !
I typed it and lost.
Words can't explain.But my brain can.
Maybe I'm wrong or lost.I'm tall but feel short.
Sounds are like whispers.I walk but don't move.
I lack feelings.I don't feel guilty or hurt.
I'm neither hot nor cold ,weak but feel strong.
I try nostalgia but I'm a stranger to my soul.
I think I need a doctor.A medical doctor.
One who will study my mind.
One who will call me special.For I am .
I cry when I laugh,laugh when I cry.
I pose for the sun rays but shy from reality.
Help me.Help activate my being.
Mk_m.
I can't write a piece of poetry!
Neither can a narrative explain this feeling.
Loosing ,winning .Yes ! Loosing is winning.
Winning is loosing and shinning is cunning.
I ran and I lost. I walked and I won.
I wrote and failed,copied and won.
I converted my speech and won,but !
I typed it and lost.
Words can't explain.But my brain can.
Maybe I'm wrong or lost.I'm tall but feel short.
Sounds are like whispers.I walk but don't move.
I lack feelings.I don't feel guilty or hurt.
I'm neither hot nor cold ,weak but feel strong.
I try nostalgia but I'm a stranger to my soul.
I think I need a doctor.A medical doctor.
One who will study my mind.
One who will call me special.For I am .
I cry when I laugh,laugh when I cry.
I pose for the sun rays but shy from reality.
Help me.Help activate my being.
Mk_m.
Happy Father's day
HAPPY FATHER'S DAY
Its his day ,a cliché .
I'd buy him a cake, he's a carnivore.
I'd buy him a suit,he's a generation Adam.
I'd give him a hug , but he eats me alive.
How do I tell him "Its your day,Hurray!"
Lets grab an ounce of dog meat or a cup.
A cup of dove's blood.Your favourite.
I'll fly and hide till sunset.
Till mom takes her flock to the nest.
You are a monster,valid, a hunter, a beast.
I hope you change after twilight.
I hope you change your soul and cleanse your paws.
I hope the sun shines brighter on me tomorrow.
Nothing but my clipped wings.
I am a broken thing.Have a nose but can't breathe.
Have a voice but I can't talk.
Happy Dad's day.Happy Vultures day.
. Mk_m
Its his day ,a cliché .
I'd buy him a cake, he's a carnivore.
I'd buy him a suit,he's a generation Adam.
I'd give him a hug , but he eats me alive.
How do I tell him "Its your day,Hurray!"
Lets grab an ounce of dog meat or a cup.
A cup of dove's blood.Your favourite.
I'll fly and hide till sunset.
Till mom takes her flock to the nest.
You are a monster,valid, a hunter, a beast.
I hope you change after twilight.
I hope you change your soul and cleanse your paws.
I hope the sun shines brighter on me tomorrow.
Nothing but my clipped wings.
I am a broken thing.Have a nose but can't breathe.
Have a voice but I can't talk.
Happy Dad's day.Happy Vultures day.
. Mk_m
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