I pecked you lip
Like it was my first kiss
Soft, tender.. Kind of nervous
The scent of you was beautiful
I felt a shiver form down your spine
Causing your back to incline
But only enough for me to hold you behind
My hands clanged to your waist
Your taste I embraced
It was … So sweet , so pure, so undefined.
A taste I can appreciate
Your moan sound like a melody
Soft like a sympathy
Your finger nails dig in my skin
Everytime my tongue went deeper in
The way your body responded to me
Was like
We spoke the same language
Fluently
I fell in love with our chemistry
I couldnt as for nothing more
Your body was well adored

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No Innocence in Brooklyn [The Pink Stiletoes]

Echoes of tortured screams

practically silent

Hands

strong and violent

A woman of modern day society

with no voice

A woman

brown, black, and blue

covered in deep red

 with no choice

Manicured nails and polished toes

matched her new pink stiletoes

lipstick smeared on swollen lips

She no longer has an identitiy

Just the unlucky hooker

Raped and killed in a bed-stuy alley

Just an on-looker as they clean up the crime

Her pink stiletoes in a evidence bag

A man with a badge 

said those could have easily been mine

but im lucky

cause i got a family that loves me

I got a home to escape to before the clock strike ten

cause thats said to be the time of night

hell’s men dwell in

But in reality,

just because i live in Brooklyn,

that hooker in the worst ways is me

She’s the girl across the street

and the girl two blocks over

A lot of us

thrown into darkness

for the devil’s exposure

* * * *

We’ve never had the choice of real innocent lives

It was taken from us

Ripped from us with cries we tried to scream

faces forced into pillows

so, we learned to value the air we breath

legs forced open

arms held down

our innocence was stolen

Just like that hooker

we had no vioce

Just like that hooker

we had no choice

So im not lucky

she is

Cause she doesn’t know

who HE is 

I have to stare him in his face 

everyday

smile twisted and grim

in his head he still gives himself praise

My innocence on a chain around his neck

Everyday, i wish for death

He took what was mine

I have nothing left

Forever seared into memory

is the smile that took everything

Fowl and crooked

* * * *

He looks to me and others in the crowd

Raising the pink stiletoes high

“Becareful ladies, hang on to your innocence.”

Officer..

there is no innocence in Brooklyn..

Hazey Eyes(Good Morning)

A blury night

Lights moving fast past my eyes

Like New York City light sped up on film

Dizzy like a yuong child spinning and full of laughter

Your face blurred and smeard like a picture

from a camera taken with hands that weren’t still

But the perfect image of you is sctetched into my memory

So, though your features are not clear in view.. I know its you

Keeping me on my two confused feet

connected to ankles and knees that are weak

Your voice though, is crystal clear, tellin me we’re almost home

My ears ring with a great glory of sound

New York taxi cabs

horns sounding off

in tune the seven inch heels

on the feet of strung out hookers

Walking along thier concreat grave

forever sex slaves

to the all to familiar moan and groans

of men with no name

This daze im in is all o familiar to me

Just like your “i can’t believe you did this to me” speech

You preach but i dont listen

Holding on to you

while watching everything that aint gold glisen

I muble apologies to cover up my continued inconsistancies

Everything moving fast, but my body is in slow motion

Climbing stairs for what seemed like years

Don’t wanna look down

falling is my biggest fear

And with sudden regret i feel the heat or my tears

Im so committed to being in a space inside myself

But having an affair with this cool & smooth figure

This night only a miniture

but still poerful she is

Her name in short is Henn.

Bitter and hot in my mouth

but she brings me outside myself

to enjoy the sweet wonders of you

Not like on a regular night of sexual extacy

were you would taste like candy in the spring

Baby nights like this..

nights with me and kisses from Henn.

you always taste new

Fresh like the morning dew

Covering the lawn of my mouth [my lips]

cooling the hot, bitter taste on my tongue

With your lulled cries of affection in my ear

provking my mind not to stop

Your profound sililoquy to our neighbors

[my name repeated over and over]

A blury night

Hands

Arms

Legs

Heat

Sweat

twisted and intangled in the night

Motions blured and smeared in my eyes

But as the sun bring life to the sky

and breaks through the windows

of the home reside in

Its your arms im lying in

Gazing with fresh eyes

down between the thighs i was just in

Ignoring the hangover i’ll have till ten

Staring into your eyes

thinking of last night

….and you whisper to me

with the soft innocense of a child..

Good Morning…. =)

One Night Stand

The morning after 

Laying in bed butt naked….vulnerable 

I wanted to fuck her thats why I came…right? 

She’s good at what she does..thats why I came twice 

…And twice after that 

The aftermath is toxic 

Emotions torture me like innocent Muslims in Guantanamo, I ought to go.. 

Into the arms of someone more deserving 

The lust is unnerving 

She makes love to me 

But I don’t love her 

I’m jus her Dom-toy, play thing 

But I’m lonely tho, so stay (please) 

What a beautiful imaginary romance 

I can’t find my shirt, u can’t find yo pants 

Let me know if u find my heart 

Maybe its under the bed 

Maybe I lost apart of me while u were givin me head 

I am worth more than your tongue 

Wanna be more than that one…who gets u off 

I guess im soft… 

Youngin tryna be grown 

I’m supposed to be able to handle this 

Sex without strings 

But, anxiety, it brings 

I was taught that one night stands were a rite of passage 

If thats the case let me remain a child 

I don’t want to grow up 

Hypersexual and empty without respect for relations 

For sex and love’s creations 

I WANT TO VALUE THIS 

I want the union to remain holy 

Make love with mind and body wholly 

And after u could hold me 

Tell me how beautiful I am 

How I feel like the closest thing to heaven 

I WANT TO VALUE THIS 

Make sex be about more than pussy 

I swear to God, u push me 

Further away from my happiness 

Insecure ass poet 

Im jus an insecure ass poet… 

Ive been damaged beyond repair 

To the point where I’ll settle for a girl who rides me and pulls my hair 

My crown is a lil rusty 

A halo turned green 

U make me feel powerful 

But u hurt me like a mom who’s too mean 

But this is what adults do…fuck and forget 

Fuck her and forget what she said to me 

Like I didn’t overhear her on the phone sayin “she means nothing to me” 

Jus a place to bury your face in 

Let your fingers trace in 

Your pretty young thing 

And damn im pretty tight… 

And I fuck pretty good 

Pretty damn good 

So good u should want to save me 

Take me to the altar, wash away my pain 

Do more than scream my name 

How bout pray for me 

I don’t know what to say for me 

Sticky sheets the closest thing to love I feel 

What if the wet spots were tears 

And not tears of joy 

But tears like those of a soldier who jus got deployed 

I’m in a warzone between who I am and who I want to be 

And I lost myself for u jus becuz u wanted me. 

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i need you like i still need that stuffed dog to ward off nightmares while i sleep.

i hold him closer nowadays, always seem to hold him tighter when you’re away.

i don’t sleep much those nights.

i need you like i need sleep at night,

like restoration because the stars let us borrow their light.

placed a wish in the shine of your eyes,

& a dream in the corner of your smile.

i need you like i need to believe in dreams,

in dreams come true.

like our first conversation,

i need you like a beginning.

i’ve been meaning to meet you in the middle somewhere,

plan to end up by your side..

for life. 

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feel the need to challenge the doctors

so i take my medication

& attend therapy

& daydream in between about what it would feel like

not to be sick,

not to be this.

i smoke my cigarettes

& decline the trees

& google the side-effects because you never really know

& google the symptoms because they never really know

& take another pull from my jack before

challenging the doctors again.

look these orange bottles

in both of their eyes

& then look me in mine

& tell me i don’t want to be

better. 

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Keep silent, keep peace. Stay silent, no peace. So silent, one piece. Kept silence, broken piece…

days like today make
me want a wrist watch. put these
feelings on the clock.

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Protect your soul for this poem will not be pretty….

I hope one day you fall in love

I pray to God that this love is pure, it filters your soul whenever you feel ugly

But however, I want you to know that love does not come easy

If it is not worth fighting for then it is not worth having 

Your love will be like summer nights, catching fireflies, watching your first love’s heart glow

Running into field of hooks, when he says “I love you” you’ll be hooked

With every sharp end tearing into your flesh, you will bleed out your insecurites

Hooked.

You’ll feel his harsh words rip off chunks of skin that protected your ego

This when you make your decision

Do you keep chasing after him in his maze of hooks, or do you unattach  your heart?

I want you to know, once you are attached, you’re fucked

Are you a rotting corpse with layers of skin torn off, just bones, are you strong enough to keep fighting? 

Or would you much rather deal with the skeletons in his closet?

Please, baby, promise me

You won’t ever have to endure the worst addiction loving someone who coud give a flying fuck about you

Don’t take shots of his lies, don’t intoxicate your insides with bullshit because you’ll wake up the next morning with a broken heart and a hang over

I don’t want you to be hooked, I don’t want your rib cages intertwined with his because when he feels like you’re running away, he’ll pull you back in

He’ll leave you wide open

He will follow the trail of blood you leave behind

He will always find you in his field of hooks 

I need you to promise me, you will call me when you’re stuck

I’ll come find you

I’ll listen deep for the broken beat to your heart 

As you call my name, I’ll slash my chest open and let my heart fly like it has wings

I’ll attach it to my veins and throw it up in the air like a balloon

And I want you to look up

Stare deep into the bright blue sky and rememeber to celebrate when you fell in love

Because you took a risk, if humans could control falling in love

We would always sit on the ledge of “what if” and forever contemplate to jump or not 

Release yourself from these hooks

Allow your tears to wash away the blood

For it is you medal of honor

You loved with all of your might and just leap

Gently land into the palms of God

As he tattoos survivor into your spine

Don’t worry your flesh will grow back and your amour of second chances will be even thicker

Your first love may have been cruel but you were fearless

You had a heart of a suicide bomber, you were willingly to die to prove a point

“if it is not worth fighting for then it is not worth having”

At this very moment

I wish when I was lost in the field of hooks, I followed your blood trail, may be I’d feel alive again 

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