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  • bpoetiiq 81w

    The Art of Sarah

    Her face finally became his canvas. Strong but
    Gently creating multiple colors of new feelings
    & stroking something other than pain amongst her flesh
    Stenciled carefully with acts of curiosity with
    colors of broken crayons
    too excited to stay in the lines.
    And It wasn't until she finally bled blue
    she realized that violets
    lived under her skin
    & that every rose endured before had thorns
    no matter how red she was.
    But His presence of artistry created a rainbow upon her cheeks,
    After it rained in her life like never before
    And it poured
    But Then she smiled
    because he saw her beauty behind the mask of masculinity manners
    being only his canvas, in her best feminine form
    stroked with potential, preventing the scorn
    So she smiled
    and he painted his personality for her
    calling it art unseen
    Stroking her masterpiece, romantically
    all to create a rainbow for her every day
    Before he packs up his artistry
    Painting PIE
    And walks away
    with a kiss goodbye
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  • bpoetiiq 84w

    I worry less about those "nouns" who've created fragments and double negatives just to get to the punctuation mark that best describes their current "verbs".
    So I try keeping my "adjectives" to myself cuz I made edits.
    yet i often wonder, skimming through pages
    "What in the essay have you paragraph'd yourself into, question mark"
    How in the curse word does one go from being so "grammatically correct" to writing incomplete sentences all because someone offered you ink from an already used pen, (exclamation point)
    RUN-ON!!! Because I now "vowel" to use my dictionary to better deal with life's newly discovered illiterates, Periodt
    Conclusion: Be careful writing your own story. The readers are your "consonants" who has written stories of their own
    So What will YOUR current life "Proofread"

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  • bpoetiiq 92w

    And Even after he died
    He rose again back to life
    all to grant us a living...
    How Giving!!!
    and Everlast
    To provide us a gift
    of this beautiful present
    And opportunities
    of that bright future
    all because
    of his righteous past.


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  • bpoetiiq 94w

    Constantly caught in a crazy circumstance that causes the cranium to collapse when it’s crammed
    with a curious cold yet an unconscious congestion.
    And certainly a course of complex confessions
    while connecting to those who continue to condone countless acts of criticism amongst citizens of a certain color…
    Counting coins and comparing careers just to conquer cooling in a certain category.
    On the contrary,
    creating a cruel character and ceasing Christianity,
    crushing the confidence of civilians that care less to compete with others just to climb that ladder to comfort,
    which conflicts with their initial cause of wanting to combine every child of God together without confusion.
    And this causes corruption in our communities so often that we become incapable of communicating consistently with those who are compatible to the choices we create,
    given the circumstances that occur.
    But as crazy as it may come off, this happens all because we have committed ourselves, contently, to a certain crew…  
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  • bpoetiiq 94w

    Today Yesterday Tomorrow

    Today He wakes with thoughts of yesterday.
    yet Dreading tomorrow.
    Longing for a feeling, seemingly too far to reach
    too old to make new again &
    too wrong to make right...
    Blinded by a light that had no business being on
    Just running up the light bill
    blaming it on the sun, claiming to need more vitamin D
    as cans of spoiled milk sits right below his feet.

    Yesterday she woke with dreams of tomorrow
    looking to surpass today
    Battling with a feeling too near to let go.
    too much of a present to pack its future and ship to past
    Carrying a satchel full of pain
    blaming it on love, with possibilities of change.
    as conquered mountains turned into hills
    hills Into speed bumps, she seeks her straight and narrow still
    Wondering if his today would ever meet her tomorrow

    Tomorrow they shall wake with smiles for today.
    Living in a space where yesterday has no room of it's own let alone invitations to their dinner table..
    Catching flights to places where the sun shines on purpose and love shown is no accident.
    Having only time to thank for this moment. Remembering The goodness of eachother. As their mornings now are the manifest of their forever tomorrows.


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  • bpoetiiq 104w

    Fellas, dont just screw it up.
    Hamner down, level the shit out, take measurements, prime and paint her drywalls and drill this in your head

    "Be the handyman even when it isn't your fault to fix"
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  • bpoetiiq 104w

    Ladies, understandably its easier to twerk tha ass than it is to tweak tha attitude, TUH

    Let's try intertwining the two
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  • bpoetiiq 104w

    The audacity of some people to wanna feel wanted today when they cant stay away from yesterday long enough to even understand the needs of a better tomorrow.

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  • bpoetiiq 162w

    I can no longer speak of yesterdays
    because I'm too busy proof reading my plan today
    for tomorrow...

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  • bpoetiiq 164w

    There's not a fault that cant be fixed...

    You still have time

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