CRAWL- “The Line” freestyle
my poems from last month.
Ecstatic patterns in the calender design/ Tribal print matches- ashe to the dimes/ It’s the burning of the coins and the corny nigga thinkers/ We the reason they traded in flats from their sneakers/ My life is a movie, everything else I just sneak in/ Because their all sequels with a mundane beginning.
The deep sea spit out a pearl. The pearl fails to realize her worth thus leaves this gem to DFAX.
Wave goodbye to your sheltered life/ Child of this raging sea we call life.
My mother took him in as an infant, and now he follows me with persistence.
I’m not an octopus, but being a role model and a soul rocker aren’t always good for his lower chakras.
What if he sees something negative in me?
So be it. I can only hope to show him the ebb and flow of life just as I was. Everyone needs it.
is like a bird caught frantically in branches.
Others stare watching, rooting, but making no advances.
Spectators lose hope cause I don’t quickly use my wings
But as soon as they leave, I fly away and remain free.
Darielle.
This is your mantra, if you ever find a man to/ Try to elevate you mind like I tried- nevermind/ But I doubt he will know how to go down deep enough to freak your spine/ My converations lack pentatration cause it was basic/ You call me love, I called you queen on a daily basis/ I couldn’t tell you needed anymore stimulation/
Now I’m wide awake and I can’t wait to get you naked/ But things ain’t been the same since that random txt/ Some apologies and a talk with a cancer who could never cancel on sex/ My reflection sees an image too clear- everything I did hear just passed on to you next/ I should’ve brought up sex and let it segway to love/ Let it evolve to a disussion of hugs/
If you ever hit me back, I want you out of those Uggs into my bed/ Onto the rug/ If I finish early it will probably be in middle of your head/ Because you’re so georgous, you look like you hear it all the time/ I was trying to share something even harder to find/ I just get turned on quicker by a beautiful mind/ Maybe it took me too long, and I can’t help but think it’s time we broke up
