No one

Nobody ever told her that she could have fun sober and that she didn't need a man to make her feel like a queen....

No one ever said to her that present love could be dead to her and that she doesn't have to be sleeping to live out her dreams

Is understanding really understood by two beings with different ideologies
Apologies are rare in a life so unfair
Hindering you with obstacles that you weren't prepared for

She needs repairs for her broken heart
A part of her needs to believe that the struggle is apart of life, while her mind can't conceive living above the hype

But no one ever told her that she would be her soulmates type and that she doesn't need a man to make her feel like a queen

-Poetrii

Comes & goes

She said the pain comes and goes, confidently as If she was sure that it could not, and would not last forever. Eternally living internally, entering me with a hurt so sweet, promised me that I could stay Alive as long As I breathe, or as long asI bleed the blood of my culture... Then I'd never be food for the vultures, the scavengers, the predators. Pray that the concrete holds firm beneath my pedicure. I mean I said I'm sure but I didn't actually mean what I said, how can there possibly be foundation with all of the dysfunction running through my head. So many running through the streets living dead... Non- existent from the poison they have been fed, and I myself is full of lies.. Toxic verbal waste got me heading towards the skies. It took me Lot of time for me to realize that I was living for absolutely no reason at all, thought that if I didn't mean anything it would cushion my fall and I could resist the need to call out. Favors with no plans of reimbursing, the wrong nature of living, steady forward, no reversing, shit happens, no rehearsing, last second reactions are must see tv, no commercials but she says the pain comes and goes... And she said it with a cockiness in her voice as if she was promised to live forever, and I'd wondered why her pain wasn't consistent, completely demolishing her existence. Holding proof to the phrase "we were born to die" and I watch her walk through life with her head held high as I cried over spilled milk. Her presence was as smooth as silk, look like a flower starting to wilt, and she managed to muster out a secret... Told me that it was up to me to believe it, but the way that she conceives shit is that "we were born to die" and she sees no reason to live dead if the end was approaching, why be soft spoken if soon what you've heard is all that you will ever hear, and there is no sense in living life if you're going to live it in fear. She said "we are born to die" and she said it as if she was holding in a cry long over-due, she said it will injure and insult you, with no fault from you it can be snatched, crumbled, and thrown in your face in a split second, a lesson learned in return for living, simply to die. And I had to question why her personality seemed to fluctuate.. And she said "the pain comes and goes" but she said it with this slight hint of arrogance, as if she knew that she had lived a life worthy of death.

-Poetrii

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This world that we are living in...

I thought I entered this world with a vengeance... and with blurred vision I was on a Mission to destroy the world that I was living in... praying in the same room that I have been sinning in.... kneeling in the same spot she was kneeling in... feeling inferior, looking up to me as if I were her god
but she is interacting with someone who has no religion. Oblivious to the obstacles she'd have to swallow... the wandering lost soul that she'd choose to follow left her in hollow halls all alone. I told her I only choose to befriend rivals. She cried... I asked her '' would you rather be lied too''?
Don't cry boo id only fly you straight to hell... I know that you can tell that I would only deprive you of the nourishments that you need to revive you and I can't have your hearts cast on my conscience when I am anticipating this mission to destroy this world that we are living in... hindering lost souls in ghettos and im throwin low blows but it seams someone keeps beating me to the punch, its a dog eatdog world and im just trying to keep down my lunch. And I tried to explain to her im not the one to be relying on... she said im going to make you love me or im going to die trying yo. I told her so go ahead and call your family home, call the funeral home and make your arrangements. I keep trying to warn you but you obviously like playing with danger. Go to the cemetary, and pick out a plot.. the tombstone should read "the beautiful angel who died of a broken heart"
I am on a one player mission that you can't have any parts of... I only have time for cruelty I have no time for love... she told me that I was a fool getting sucked into the very shit that I wanted no parts of.. the reason the world seamed so wrong in the first place was looking back at me.. toe to toe, face to face.
She was right I can't solve my problems with rage I can't erase the mistakes already made I simply need to start with a new page. Get over it... its a whole new day, fighting fate can enslave the mind when you can simply enjoy the time that you do have and in order to do that you have to love the life that you're living in...
That very world you are sinning in and pretend that everyone else is following suit.. and if you look back the only person you need will be right behind you..she whispered "im right beside you in this world that we are living in".

-poetrii

Truthful emotions

Love... will leave you alone and lonely. .. leave you dumb founded. Surrounded with a feeling You rarely experience and prior obligations that hinder them. But its love.... you'll always remember when seeing them was enough to make you feel as though you've reached your highest accomplishment, leaving them only produces sadness to harbor in. "Could haves" to ponder on. Mixed emotions and powerful chemicals in chemistry are that bad... residue resides in You until you blow up like a meth lab.. yeah its that sad.  Passing over chances you have, passing glances for the dance of that forbidden fruit, that apple juice. The apple of my eyes necter dripping from her flower, and I devoured every sip that drips down to my lips. Lust... sometimes people confuse the two. But look at what they both can do to you. How they both can confuse you but I can't refuse to choose you due to my infatuation with your presence. .. the aftermath of your essence is like a present. And even though this gift is a blessing. .. its hardly deserving. . Partially disturbing that as busy as each day may be, I find the time for you. Even took time from my busy schedule to write this rhyme for you...

Life after death

I am mourning my ex
You're dead to me
I won't be missing

The kissing
Touching
And caressing

I will not miss
The lies
The arguing
And stressing

I will not remember
The hand holding
And the walks in the park

I will forget
All of the time that I spent...
Alone in the dark

Eyes open
Tears falling

My phone ringing
Or you calling
With the nonsense and the name calling
I will not remember falling...

For you
In you
With you

Every year on our anniversary
I will cringe
Just thinking about the atrocious...
love that would have been

And I will remember

You told me I needed you...Negatory
I hope that life after death proves you necessary
For you were merely a waste of my time
You were an illusion...A sparkle of toxic waste
A glimmer of dirt envading my eye sight

And I wont bother to put on my good black suit
And acknowledge you...
I won't even bother to remember to forget you
I simply hope you give your soul some time to sleep
With no time to decieve, creep, and cheat
To me you are mentally deceased
Rest in peace?

Whispers

Every morning before dawn
I whisper a secret in silence

I balance my tone and scream
Absolutely nothing

"..." Excuse me
Were you waiting for me to give you ammunition
So that you may riddle me with bullets of my fears
So that you may murder me by drowning me in my own tears
Do you really expect me to share my nightmares

If you do, then listen closely because.....

Every morning before dawn,
I whisper a secret in silence

It is only spoken for ears I cannot see
It is only spoken for me

When my concious becomes that word of today
I'll look your way
Ears bleeding and eyes whistling
As i'm whispering...
Are you listening?

Supreme

Economical superiority
Respect and dominance
I strike fear into the heart of the fearless
I have complete mastery over the minds
That are cocky and sublime
The ones that intertwine with the finest things
And define the times that we live in

I AM THE EPITOME OF SUPREMACY
I am able to recline, relax
And devour time, with hopeful rhymes
I am the mastermind to subordination
Barefoot on tar pavement
And I'm racing

But I don't rank in numbers
I do not rank in metals
I rank in power, leaving the inferior for dead
Choosing my moments of miraculousness
Simply for my entertainment
and your pain and suffering
But, I do thank you for trusting me

However, something has me quite disturbed
I feel as if your perception of me is absurd
How dare you have the nerve
The audacity to belittle me
I deserve the title...God

I have the characteristics, The achievments
Of authority and transcendency
I am not soul cleansing and replinishing
I am judgemental...I feed off of criticism giving by hypocrites
And poetry written by atheists
I am inconsiderate, inconsistent, and I agree to disagreeing
I can scream to the deaf, keep the Immobilized still, And keep the blind from seeing
Yet, I am not your supreme being
I simply survive by being supreme

A simple mission

I am on a mission to change and rearrange my mindset. Not my thoughts but my actions. Lashing out at my misfortune brought me a limited satisfaction. The body expresses what the mind is thinking... And if there is any doubt in your mind, it will surely be proven sooner than later. The truth is greater than any fraudulent expectations that we as a people seem to be infatuated with. You'd think the mirages were obvious. The collages of poverty painted perfectly across gray skies with blatant lies, and lives that end horribly. Surely there is a greater box outside of mines, a brighter grass to find rather than what’s just on the other side of the fence... Hence the different colors of the rainbow hints at a world of diversity… and despite the controversy of what counts as politically correct… we are still taught to respect the chains forced upon us… punished if we neglect the opinions that supposedly matter the most. The games that we play and it may sound cliché, but the hoax on our entity is simply to make the rich, richer, and keep the poor, poor. The projects are a sore site for eyes filled with wealth and selfish thoughts. People, life, death… at this point anything can be brought. There are no limitations on expectations when the tellers at the bank greet you with friendly smiles on their faces because your funds are lacing their checks and they just expect something from you. Like the women who don’t really want you but they lower themselves for ones and hundreds in exchange for fun and repugnant shit. And I was really just wondering? Can you pay to erase shame that is stained permanently to your brain because even after every one has forgotten, you still remember and tremble from mistakes in the past that offered you a better future? Just not a better title. Sitting idle… waiting for success… but all that you could offer was sex. But then again, that was all that was offered to you. That’s all that was expected of you, so instead of perfecting you, you decided to settle for stereotypical criticism but when the truth calls you always forget to listen. You always forget to envision yourself as what you choose to be. We are what we prove to be and if you refuse to see the rain behind the fire in her eyes. The sunshine. The deterioration of a nation… lives wasted from dream chasing instead of goal setting and never forgetting whats most important at the end of the day. I guess we all pay that price to live this life until we suffice. Everyone will doubt you until you show and prove exactly what it is that you are about. Never believe the hype and demolish strife with progress. Instead of projects. Because projects are nothing more than plans to achieve a goal, and progress is moving toward that destination. And if you cant decipher the difference between these locations then don’t feel vain… This is probably about you. And I hope your bullet proof... Because the truth is flying from every angle... Your life is in danger... We're soon to be endangered... And I'm sure the haters are proud to see us falling off one by one.. Sleeping with a guiltless conscience because we are killing ourselves.. And each other.. And our youth... And our elders. We are demolishing a history of victory meant to be cherished humbly. Not parished and crumbling beneath our very own throwns that we can't see past whats in front of our eyes. Behind all the lies and disguises that we find behind the harsh, cold, enlightening, proven fact...  That you are how you act... And thats why I am on a mission to change and rearrange my entire mindset not my right but my actions.

Good morning beautiful...

Good morning beautiful, how did you dream my queen? I've been watching you, so peaceful and serene. I couldnt possibly be the one to intervene with you so deep into your beauty sleep, the most beautiful thing I have ever seen... How did you dream my queen? Did I invade your adventures, did I take part in any of your fantasies... Do you love to dream of doing that dance with me? Do you dream of enhancing me for I am not all that you desire, or am I more than you require, give you more love than one person should acquire... Good morning beautiful, did you need me more than ever last night, were you being attacked by nightmares, I've come to fight, and after defeating the illusion dreamt by someone with a wonderfully creative imagination, I'll hold you tight, and I might even take the time out to start a conversation and ask... How did you dream my queen?I've been watching you shivering and shaking.. Plus your completely naked and I can see every inch of tension in your body, and improbably should have waken you... But I couldn't possibly be the one to intervene.. Not with you in a beauty sleep so deep. The most beautiful thing I've ever seen. And I can't hide the extreme urge to tell you... Good morning beautiful, I missed you last night.:. And its such a site to see when your laying beside me and I have to battle my hands to not touch and love you out of your sleep, go deep underneath the sheets and greet you with... Good morning beautiful. I often wonder how you slumber, you look comfortable snuggled tight beneath the comforter... A slight glow from the window illuminates your figure and I crave to drive my fingers down your road of curves... Hopefully to reach the destination I deserve, and I will preserve every memory and moment captured between... Goodnight, and Goodmorning beautiful, how did you dream my queen?

Sincerely, Poetrii

Comes and goes

She said the pain comes and goes, confidently as If she was sure that if could not, and would not last forever. Eternally living internally, entering me with a hurt so sweet, promised me that I could stay Alive as long As I breathe, or as I bleed the blood of my culture... Then I'd never be food for the vultures, the scavengers, the predators. Pray that the concrete holds didm beneath my pedicure. I mean I said I'm sure but I didn't actually mean what I said, how can there possibly be foundation with all of the dysfunction running through my head. So many running through the streets living dead... Non- existent from the poison the have been fed, and I myself is full of lies.. Toxic verbal waste got me heading towards the skies. It took me Lot of time for ms to realize that I was living for absolutely no reason at all, thought that if I didn't mean anything it would cushion my fall and I could resist the need to call out. Favor with no plans of reimbursing the wrong nature of living, steady forward, no reversing, shit happens, no rehearsing, last second reactions are must see tv, no commercials but she says the pain comes and goes... And she said it with a cockiness in her voice as if she was promised to live forever, and I'd wondered why her pain wasn't consistent, completely demolishing her existence. Holding proof to the phrase "we were born to die" and I watch her wLk through life with her head held high as I cried over spilled milk. Her presence as smooth as silk, a flower starting to wilt, and she managed to muster out a secret... Told me that it was up to me to believe it, but the way that she conceives shit is that "we were born to die" and she sees no reason to live dead if the end was approaching, why be soft spoken if soon what you've heard is all that you will ever hear, and there is no sense in living life if you're going to live it in fear. She said "we are born to die" and she said it as if she was holding in a cry long over-due, she said it will injure and insult you, with no fault from you it can be snatched, crumbled, and thrown in your face in a split second, a lesson learned in return for living, simply to die. And I had to question why her personality seemed to fluctuate.. And she said "the pain comes and goes" but she said it with this slight hint of arrogance, as if she knew that she had lived a life worthy of death.

Sincerely, Poetrii

Maybe I Am..

I bet you never thought that... I'd be an alcoholic Drug addicted Deceiving, cheating Lover's mistress Conniving, manipulativeDishonest trickster A theivingPoverty stricken heathen Lost somewhere and never leaving Well, That's because It wasn't for you to think about Maybe you haven't entirely read my story within and throughout Maybe you skimmed through the pages, thumbed past ages Or never experienced my stages of amazement But even if you did your behavior is offensive and repugnant Who are you to pass judgement Who are you to say I was when I wasn't This loving, trusting Distracted from nothing Effecient flamboyant Stimulating, annoying Captivating woman Maybe I am, Or maybe you just see me as This procrastinating lone soldier Depressed and desperate for arms to hold her Zealous, fraudulent A winner of The center of attention for the moment And it's brief leaving me time to Sneak, and replinish, start the unfinished Look into your eyes while your talking But show you a face that'll have you questioning if i'm listening Maybe I'm still in transition Maybe I dropped knowledge to pick up a little wisdom Maybe I decided to be four eyes because contacts couldn't show me a clearer image Or maybe I sleep with my eyes open to see a brighter vision Maybe me and my alter ego accidently had a collision Maybe I am not the joke you take me for The player, the liar, the cheater, the whore Maybe I despise the rich and cry for the poor Just maybe I am what the world was looking for Broadening my thoughts to change the worlds condition I am tranquility, peace, and serenity Surrender to me, I am the epitome, I am poetrii. I am simply definition.