Black Poetry

A poetry book app based on This Blackideology book.

i am listening to my head and

you've been speaking wind chimes,

the melody that brought by my silence spree.

i figured you've been

seeing me a lot

talking to me a lot,

we should break up NOW

the knot we tied to imprison our mind

not to listen to our sub-consciousness

perhaps for you it was infatuation

that obsessed the nature of you

to hold on unto hope

faith there but only

blasphemous love

lacking synonyms famous as cliche's

i love you,

then cometh that part i ought to mumble back;

i love you too

Blink to the mere truth blind

i was only dearly lusting for you

posturised in display of mine eyez then

you killed it

the thing that we had was corals

divers and snorkeler's envied

it took me this long to read through your calligraphy

stolen from time, fine

you are slick like sand through the hour glass

metaphor yours calligraphy is

engraved with stencils of conniving graffiti character

behind the phenomenon of your disguised beautiness

the art of lying and deceit was named after you

nor the calamity that befall-ed me

when you walked gracefully into my heart

like the flight was nice but we hate the jet-lag

from a single celibate cloud

you clouded mine five star sensibility

to hear you attentively

to touch you inevitably

to smell you exultingly

to taste you diligently

to see you effeminately

we should break up NOW before we shag and make up

elongating stress

"we can give it another try"

i'll be damned over force to even consider the place

you ruined have a chance for repair,

not by you my dearest ice queen

i like islands called beaches paradise not hell