joda
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Poetry
Aug 19, 2008 11:52:01 GMT -5
Post by joda on Aug 19, 2008 11:52:01 GMT -5
A Call
Is it you I love, Or just the thought of love itself? Never letting my feelings show, And yet still wanting no one else. This is what I've feared so, Falling in way too deep. Though this no one will ever know. The fear of being hurt, I hold my heart behind a sheild. Can anyone tell me why I feel this way, Why doesn't my heart just yeild. Spinning in my confusion, Who knows how I really feel. Am I just caught in an illusion, How do I know if you're for real. Am I playing the fool, Blinded by my love for you. I guess I'll just play it cool, Still losing all my self control. Not wanting to surrender my all, Maybe I should just let go, Or maybe I should give her a call.
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joda
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Poetry
Aug 19, 2008 11:53:11 GMT -5
Post by joda on Aug 19, 2008 11:53:11 GMT -5
poetic hoe
Constantly impregnated Cuz I stay thirsty, for a piece Like a prostitute with no birth control Guess I'm a poet ho'
You see I've gotta have it Quench me more…give me more Toting a daily journal with scrolls galore
Black ink flow of various vibes And original scribes Without words I would cease My soul would un-ease Premature demise and appease …Please
Sonnets and stanzas bring me back to life Make me come without strife Ink or well? Cant you tell? …hell
Click-click, click-click Calls my Bic that's my queue Now watch my right hand Do what it do
Ball rolling…swiftly across my white page My pen now ejaculates orgasmic flow rampage
Uncensored or unscripted Submissive or sublime Point on point Scribe on scribe On time…sometimes I rhyme
Cuz I cant get no Satisfaction without a reaction Soothing me, seducing me I come free of charge My Bic is aroused now The Poetic Ho'…at large!
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