but now when I think about the silences
I know you're approaching original ways to say I love you.

...no no no, me no likey.

but now when I think about the silences
I wonder what words are tickling your tongue

...that's better. hmm.

but now when I think about the silences
I wonder what words are tickling your tongue.
in between the moments of hesitation, I dream
about what you do when you're lying there
beneath the blankets
warm with admiration
eyes wide shut or blinking slowly
humming a tune I've never heard before.
swirrling fingertips upon your hips,
and grasping midnight air
it glistens on the sheets and on your hands
as you shake the night away.

you stared at me with cupidity
you licked your lips, then you spat at me.
you standing there is a crime, you see
for the love of humanity.

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you look at me and fold your ears,
words I say just glance and blow.

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everything I say float past your hurried charm.
as you busy yourself and close your eyes
to hands waving and flairs rushing.
words glace off your folded ears, and
shrink in your thundering presence.
You pretend to be everything to everyone,
you pretend to think that everything you've ever done
is royalty and fantasy
and never must you apologize for standing your ground,
folding your arms,
and rushing away from every situation

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she'll sleep with her eyes open.
she'll busy her mind with 1-2-3
until the darkness retracts
she'll burn like fire
she'll count on her fingertips

(I gizoogled my poetry diary and got some pretty good stuff. I lie of course, but it's worth a read. You should gizoogle your stuff.)

word space word period. we sloppy sentence structure. used, abused, n double spaced; faded ink, n tattered margins. I've been fight'n against mah papa cuts fo` so long but real niggaz don't give a fuck. I've sucked tha blood clean out of tha tip from tha streets of tha L-B-C. word space word period. tha sweet S-M-to-tha-izzell of wet pages, tha bitta taste of indian ink, line tha baseboards...

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Cindarella scorned me. She frowned upon mah every move towards shatter'n her shoes, mah hopes n mah dreams. Belle thought low of me, n mumbled sum-m sum-m `bout 'always a beast n playa a prince. ' Perhaps she's right

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open minds n closed hearts on rolled sleeves yo up fo` try'n steppin' except work'n through th'n so, wit eyes wide shiznut, you walk away alone friznom all thizzat could hizzle bizzy mirrored faces n echoed voices haunt yo every stizzay n glide even if you wiznish it all away, it stares you back in tha jugular so D-R-to-tha-izzown yo sorrows wit a F-to-tha-izzifth of gin (but sorrow learns ta swim) n try all drugs knizzown ta dawg (and some that arent) coz I know im stiznill on yo mind. (whetha you like it nor nizzle