#junkyard

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  • junkyard 3d

    Love is just a decision; you made your choice.

    Past your skin, it runs deep inside.
    Should have seen the signs; but you were blinded by the sun.
    Inside shallow sheets; you overslept your summer nights.
    So when you heard the thunder you burried the seed before its time.
    Now gone are the days of young; soon just meant never.
    And if you decide to come for forensic, hope for a touch firm enough.
    ©junkyard

  • junkyard 3d

    Black on black

    They say if you go black you never go back;
    So you chose black on black so you can go back and forth.
    I saw your black heart and he loved your black hips.
    So you gave him your black innocence; and denied me a taste of you black lips.
    "Let's wait for a black dance before i undress my black pants",
    I agreed facing your hypnotic black face.

    Unknowingly your black heart was too dark for me to see your black lies.
    For when your black cravings colonised your black body.
    You forgot your black man and gave away our black harvest.
    Yes its our "black harvest" for i starved just for you to sow your black seed.
    I can't blame a fellow black man who found his way to a black whore.
    And yes i have your black heart but what is black woman if she is not whole.
    ©junkyard

  • junkyard 3w

    I gave you my heart long before I had the chance to see yours.
    ©junkyard

  • junkyard 3w

    Inspiration comes when you not looking!

    I gave away my curiosity; trusted your stick was leading me right.
    Void of any sense of will or desire.
    My every thought was the smallest measure of time;
    always hours behind reality.
    Escalators were taking me to last floor of my deepest thoughts i guess.
    But i gave away control, didn't I?
    What did i expect to find?
    Figured if i can't stand in the truth of faith, i drift in the error of facts.
    So I quit dressing myself ever since you showed me the right pants.
    With a frozen account, I sure can't shop around.
    Regardless! I'm willing to stay out of fashion on your account.

    I can't imagine how much weight I lost just by jumping into conclusions;
    Only to discover what l thought were prerequisites were just rewards.
    Why was I busy hammering when I didn't know the shape you had designed?
    You were always there making sure the right heaven match-sticks.
    So I will trust you for a spark no matter how long it takes for a burn.
    For now let the thought of tomorrow's heat melt the little ice that remains between you and me.
    And when I'm out of inspiration; I will just stop looking.
    The only difference is this time you are my eyes;
    that's why I'm confident of the walk.

    ©junkyard

  • junkyard 7w

    Don't show me pastures in which I'm not allowed to graze.
    ©junkyard

  • junkyard 11w

    I need a friend

    I'm creative but i don't need poems.
    Poems are treasure maps laymans struggle to interpret.
    These cool phrases only remind them I'm a social cripple.
    Screen time curse me with affirmations of my lack;
    Friends!!!!

    And so I'm making room
    I need to have something to lose
    Love someone like they do
    Boy or girl
    A friend is a friend
    I need a friend.
    ©junkyard

  • junkyard 11w

    Introvert paradox

    I will never regret.
    I'm a certified fool.
    But i will never regret loving you.
    I'm a closed book, i can't point fingers.
    Mom gave birth to an introvert.
    An INFJ just trying to fit in a world of extroverts.
    So maybe i should have opened up;
    but for now allow me to be lonely.
    but if you really care; you know i don't mean it.
    And you would reach out.
    ©junkyard

  • junkyard 12w

    #This poem is about someone i like but shy to ask her out. Is there anything called riding it safe when it comes to those you love?

    #Mickey #Junkyard #junkypoems

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    Mickey

    The hug she once gave me becomes tighter by the day.
    I can't escape her grip.
    My heart wants her so i can't ask her out.
    What if she says no, then I'm left vacant.
    Thoughts of a silly mouse.

    Oh Micky; sometimes i wish i was a chipmunk.
    A little clever with girls not with the cheese.
    And if i can't have both.
    I will starve for her.

    Geez, 3 years now.
    This beyond a crush, I'm wracked.
    But with every conversation;
    piece by piece I'm assembled.

    We paint our chats yellow with emojis
    All laughs and smiles
    Amo soltanto te
    English Micky english
    ti amo ancora
    Oh Micky; again
    ©junkyard

  • junkyard 14w

    She my vocals!

    I can go to a concert; watch her sign ingredients off a cereal box;
    play dead for a minute;
    borrow her my heart beat; give her a rhythm.
    still call it a one-man band.

    But I'm okay with that.
    ©junkyard

  • junkyard 16w

    Clean

    phew

    I'm stretched to my limits,
    why can't i break?
    Nightfalls; my manhood bends;
    Yet one can't dodge nature.
    Skirts and blouses can't feminize the blows.

    I change my underwear;
    but i can't change my inner thoughts.
    Classy pants doesn't mean you have clean privates.
    i wish they knew.
    ©junkyard

  • junkyard 16w

    Thursday Eve: 11:07pm

    But there is a Thursday eve; waiting for the dawn.
    There is no search light but i still see you in the dark.
    I will come to you no matter how far;
    i will drive all night to come to where you are.
    There will be days when it's difficult;
    when every 143 heart call becomes an emortional insult.
    But i know;
    nothing sounds better than your songs in the dark.
    Just harm if you still out there;
    and i will wait for the one i deserve.
    What ifs? I hope we past that.
    and on another Thursday eve;
    i hope i still strike you as your Adam.
    ©junkyard

  • junkyard 16w

    Thursday Eve 09:47 pm

    See hearts have no brains; how did you expect me to think?
    I should have been patient but i was already love sick.
    I guess love is a mixture of chaos and art;
    but i only saw beauty and forgot to search for clarity.
    I said some words on Thursday eve;
    knew i might kill the moment;
    but i was ready to grieve.
    Above all, i was ready to witness how love is birthed.
    I saw signs of life from my rib,
    it was my turn to believe;
    all the magical feelings of a Thursday eve.
    ©junkyard

  • junkyard 17w

    Falling

    Was only out for a star;
    In June, seriously?
    Yes!
    In search of a familiar rock.

    So when the star started falling;
    and astronauts signaled a warning;
    knew it was falling, so was I.
    No more aimless floats in the sky;
    So I dived in for a collision,
    got hit where it matters most
    and if crushing feels like this;
    just drive me crazy,
    and i will always bail you out.

    Ah Man! 'not imaginative enough'
    these are just but abstracts of love.
    Wake me up to the real deal;
    introduce me to the holy grail.
    love as lived not as imagined;
    can you profit me in a trade Marvin couldn't gain;
    show me the intimacy Donald failed to trump.
    And when love stand trial for it's colour;
    become my skin and borne.
    Unsit all the lies i have known;
    breathe life into all my poems.
    ©junkyard

  • blazing_inferno 130w

    No

    Read that heading again...'NO'.
    It can leave a impact and change ur life
    It can turn u into someone better fr someone better
    It can change your career and life.
    Be greatful to people who said no to ur face
    Yes won't help u in any way but 'no' can do miracle and can turn you into your very best
    ©unrequitedbestwords

  • redfield 146w

    Junkyard dog

    Poor little junkyard dog
    Howling alone
    No, not even that
    Because you're too scared to voice yourself
    Keeping it inside is all you've known
    But your heart so desperately yearns for something foreign
    Love, happiness, dreams
    But who would ever feed you such things
    Let alone, with a spoon
    So you lick it off knives
    Scraps are all you consume
    You've tried to find your place in the homes of another
    But the pound knows too well, they're your semi-permanent mother
    So you've run away
    Living in a wasteland of broken, discarded things
    For who could ever love a half-dead dog
    Weak and diseased
    ©redfield

  • arianwriter 237w

    You fed me with words.
    I let them out to forget you,
    I became a writer,
    who's still in love with you!
    #love #lexicon #junkyard #ivorytower

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    I was fed with your words of love
    that made me live in an ivory tower;
    An ivory tower of hope and dreams!

    My cognitive state of mind
    slipped to read between the lines;
    The lines of words strung on a faux motive!

    My consciousness was somewhere jolted,
    And subconsciously I was left with a
    junkyard of your words of love!

    In the process to clean the junkyard,
    I became a lexicon for prose and poetry!
    Prose and poetry that still refreshed
    my love for you!

    ~rr~
    ©arianwriter