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I love when a man is nervous to talk to me for the first time Not in a masochistic way Or a rude way I just love the way they blush Or the way they trip on their words Or fidget with their fingers
Oh foreigner, I have lots of fine boys in my area, and good girls in my corner, may i bring you together? The question is not really one, as her mind is already piecing it, bit by bit.
Your light shined for sixty-one years lived it your way free from burdens most have From Denver to the West Coast
Inspired by Georgia .
The body politic is blathering heads arrogant bastards high on meds conciliation is the watchword spread while evangelicals screw in bed There is no middle, there is no riddle to see truth's light
February born makes them one of a kind They’re bold, fearless and extremely truthful Often telling unpleasant truth on face than a lie They’ve great ideas, and think outside the box
The hate. It rages; burns my shackles to reality until I am no longer bound. So I whither and shrink and hide, like an arachnid,
The Dreamer I can't give up still I keep my head up. Living my life in dream what can I do? Trying to survive in this tough game.
Inspired by Anthonette .
I didn’t love you the way a man should love his wife. And I didn’t appreciate the things you did for me. You asked me many times if I loved you and I said yes, But it wasn’t easy to say when I knew I was lying.
F a r a w a y m o o nas a young childI could see your smiletaste your cheesesee your old mantouch you with my finger.
I’m So Glad I'm The One With Whom You Have Fun ... !!! A Kiss And A Cuddle And A Glass of Rum ... On The Day That Begins With Letters Spelling .... " Sun " .......
She Was RIGHT She Was RIGHT … !!!!! My Ex Girlfriend Was … OH SO RIGHT … !!!!!! She Always Said, ... "Virge, you do realise, i'm low maintenance !" By This She Meant … A Lot of Hot Women Have Got PROBLEMS … !!!
So What Is The Deal With ... " The Relationship Game " … ? Because Truth Be REVEALED I Can't Take The STRAIN … !!!
Got your hand stuck in the vending machine because you wont let go When I come at you with a hacksaw you say OH GOD NO It's for your own good Would you like to scream about your hand or the fire? I can clearly see your answer is no And I'm
Learn to own your own. If you mess up, you must say sorry don't blame it on this or that You claim to be lone subject to popularity and favor but you are the one who wears that mask
LADIES If Men Ask You THIS ... "Would you like to go out, for a couple of drinks ?" DON'T Reply ...." I've got a boyfriend " ... !?! That's NOT An Answer To The Question ... !!!
The man has superior citizenship amongst creations being earth's caretaker. He was created first and given a woman only when living alone was sadder. Formed in his Creator’s image, GOD looks like a man and not like a woman.
Such wonder and bliss it is to see young love bud and to strive from that first kiss. Where one plus one equate to anon and from this where all future hopes are shone.
The gods are long forgotten, Mankind pushing them away in selfish pursuits, The gods remain though, never abandoning foolish man. The attentive eye may catch them, Hiding in plain sight.
The crowd sees the face Recognizing the infamous brand Awe dominates as they stand As it sweats charisma on command IS that the myth? No, that's the MAN The crowd sees the body
I am a man. I’m sure my reputation proceeds me I know just how you’ll perceive me But I’m begging please believe me Please open your eyes and see me I am a human
You know, there is a possibility that I am not spider man. Probably a small one, but it’s still a possibility. I mean Spider-Man must wake up with an emptiness in the left side of his chest looking to the right side to the emptiness of his bed.
I am a man A simple, 2 bells and one whistle man. I do not fear my existence. I just am. My saying this should not offend you. I certainly mean no harm.
I learned a long time ago That the night only brings fear As i walk through the city of New York It seems to be that i am the only shadow that is creeping
Glow- Up, Grow-Up By Camry C. Hardy
Hey you. Yeah, I mean you. Mind if I rant to you a bit? I know it’s weird of me to ask this,but I need to rant to anyone at this point.
Lord A prayer for the man I love He's so messed up Yes A prayer because I'm at a loss He's cheated enough Say A prayer for me from your heart In satan's snare he's caught And me
I've known thirty-year-old boys and seventeen-year-old men because being a man has less to do with how many years you've spent shaving your neck than how you treat those who look at you
The True Facts About A Woman And A Man A woman marries for love, A man marries for sex. A woman is giving, A man is selfish.
I saw you there, My loyal guide, A man of raven hair and blue eyes, Quite tall in stature, With cream skin, You took my hand, Then we began, We walked along an empty field,
The man who stole my heart, Some say he didnt have one, Some say he need a new one. All I know is he stole mine. Two day later, I see him out with another,
My mirror is a liar and a cheat. I look at the mirror and see that the reflection is not mine. I’m not as old as this man. His hair is greying and his beard is gray. He is wearing glasses just so he can see. Who is this man?
Can a man forget his sins Or shall they plague him all his life? Will he fight their mem'ry forever In a secret war of strife?
Where are you right now? Am I dancing through your mind? I'm thinking of a night, our bodies last entwined. A passion on fire, blazing out of control. Flames so hot, brand you deep within my soul.
Down below the sea and waves There is a place where memoirs are saved. In this place of blankless faces There are men who hide traces Of their own lives and loves and become grey as a turtledove.
Dear Jessica, What does a man feel like? Is he soft like trampled moss? Or scratchy like peeled back bark? Does his smile warm your heart?
Dear Jessica, What does a man feel like? Is he soft like trampled moss? Or scratchy like peeled back bark? Does his smile warm your heart?
the meaning of man lies not in the hands it is not changing, instead concrete it lies in the mind of each individual, sans those minds who've been poisoned
Dear Morning Air, Do you remember that morning?
O brazen man thus shackled hereWhat brought you to this lonesome place?Not lies nor law or liberty,But treasureHidIn Deep.
A man can learn all that he can, Can know so much he need not plan, Could see it all, across all worlds, And yet he’d be but half a man. With sight Omnipotent he has,
Pierce my skin and I shall not cry for the suns shine is within me My hearts a summers warmth a blooming flower that opens in the wake of spring I have not anything here on earth
A Man A room Confined to silence Darkness comes and goes Maybe of sleep, maybe of death His body wonders, his mind paces What then does he seek Perhaps a reason, Perhaps a light
Should I tell him That he's nuts and I'm crazy. Tonight I sleep alone Tonight you sleep wherever you like. It's complicated But not tonight .
Beauty or Beast? Come 'round and hear the story of a lass with nightmares to tell! Although, she was trapped in a luxurious castle, she was a strong lass, her heart pure and true,
"Father" I went to the hospital For singing today "Father" You broke me in today YOU DOG "Farther" Asking mother if i was dead was a mistake. father oh lord
There once was a Baker with piercing blue eyes, a cranky old Baker whom all despised. There once was a Baker with hair flaming red, a crusty old Baker a man many dread.
theres rocks in my pool tonight. i tried to swim through but caught my self in a rapid, i just let the water take me
The city roads are full of potholes. The railroads creek and squeak with the passing of heavy machinery. I sit in the garage at my borther's home. I am a homeless college graduate--in debt.
I am a Man of God. I ask myself, "Are you living like a Man of God?" Humph... Something is just not right... Why are these things happening to me? Why am I hearing these voices? Get away fear!
A thing that not many can endure The pressure You treasue Once knocked at my door Small and brittle My heart ripped in four What love was for certain I wasn't quite sure
I have looked into the abyss Stood rooted in fear Paralyzed, my next move unclear Withheld myself from ever finding bliss
The boy I was a year ago still had a dad.A loving dad who was just trying to turn a boy into a man.For a tragedy was coming. The boy I was a year ago was a little more sophomoric.Didn't care if I was wrong, I didn't care about anything but myself.
Who are you? How did you do that? I cried as I looked back in time, He wrapped his icy arms around my waist, we stood there, intertwined,
I could cradle you all day long until you fell asleep in my arms Rock you away with me in the waves like Aaliyah's lyrics Or simply rub you across my lips like my favorite MAC lipstick
Every man isn't war. Every man doesn't bring peace but every man has a poem. Every man isn't you, your son and your father but every man is wrapped in skin; carrying some form of light,
About Love About Relationships Man And Woman About Nice and Beautiful Woman About The Natural Instinct About The Passion That Overcomes All Obstacles And Incinerates Everything
ICARUS - a stiffened dream of humanity in his desire - to fly Space ships and airplanes is not full of human feeling that this dream has come true Our mind want to traveling around the stars and distant worlds
Chasing for a deeper meaning behind the twinkling lights above just as the man who stands inches away.
Someone once told me A man doesn't cry He also isn't weak Alright, ok So, I should become a machine incapable of emotion then? What's so wrong with crying every now and often?
To the one I cannot live without, you make my days so much brighter, Without a doubt in mind, you are life's little fighter. Pizza pizza pizza rocking everywhere. Jk I love my man without a doubt,
Once I had a father, who was strong, hard working, and a good husband That's what I wanted to believe That's what I told myself Who was I fooling?
My hunger survives off your belligerent smile, as it puts the blazing sun up in my sky It's those nonsensical possibilities you whisper which floods my being with your eyes
Let me tell you a story, Fantastic as can be, It's about a perfect man, He who died on a tree. It was not a hanging, that's far from true, It's called a crucifixion, and He died for me and you.
Heavens' gates open wide as a new soul approaches slowly. Crisp air frightens the new arrival, yet there is freedom. Freedom in knowing the choice was his.
He’s an alcoholic. A genius, but moronic, Meanest when he’s on it. Sedentary, Practically a-biotic As his eyes drooped then widened He would take another shot In the back of darkened corners
I love the way a man walks swagger to the side left to right he glides the way a man talks whether deep or light his voice is just right the way a man smells makes my heart excel
Oh to have a beard, that is my dearest wish. I am so smooth and hairless just like a little fish. It would be smooth and silky like ladies underwear
A mirror has the ability to make a duplicate of one's self. It isn't a true copy but a near shadow of who one really is. For a mirror can only show so much, and often it leaves out the core of who one is.
Nature likes citieskeeps man stackedon top of each otherout of her wayso she can roam freein fields and mountainsdown gentle streams .
In the still of the night I cannot see, Low as the moon appears to be sinking Over the tall pine trees and the mountains clear. Vacantly my poor mind avoids thinking,
There, a bloody knife in his handThere, he went from boy to manCrying, tears from the eyes in his headTraumatized from the blood he had shedHow his youth had gone so quickly
In the passing heat of the ephemeral spring Beneath the sound of interstate Atop decrepit track of neglected railroad Surrounded by walls of painted wisdom Of littered art Of withered graffiti
I'm not afraid of my shadow, Or the satin woven black Of the night sky, Words it lack. I'm a heavy breather, Fantasiser, I believe In the Northern light. But strap my arms Behind my back
The man behind the photo is unknown his true nature are within the pixles of a picture his facial expression like the cover of a book
How are we supposed to move beyond yesterdayWhen we are not confident in tomorrow?How can one moment you be so sure...and the next time feel borrowed?How can all the joy we found, be remembered now as sorrowed?How can time go on long enough for...
Vivid pictures; envision a soul, lost in the thoughts that'd keep a grown man cold, poor kid, just 16, livin in hell, fightin demons while he deals with the swells, of all the dangers and how cops fancy the cells,
The media tells me I gotta be a man, Well I say I do what I can. Society wants to tear me down, But look at me, I ain't wearin' a frown! Roll with the punches, Go with the flow, Don't sit at lunches,
After 23 years, the eyes seen so much, trying to keep up in life, but its always in a rush. High School flew by, Undergrad did too, struggling to get by, while my bank account gave me the blues.
Who is flawless ? I know that I am not. Nor do I claim that I am I am full of flaw as are you.
I miss the way you used to look at me with your gentle eyes so carefully I miss your dazed and confused way of life your wisdom and your courage your corny comedy and your pride
Tattoos? Not a chance.
the first time a boy smoked too many cigarettes because of me, he became a man. he coughed my blood into his palms, tasted my iron & grit, his tongue finally learned the
To my descendants: When I arrived in this role I had been given, love was blossoming in many ways. People were just learning to love people for who they are, what they are.
The sun that rises every morning day, The light illuminates my precious way, The tennis court becomes my second home, Whether outside or in an indoor dome. I play for joy, for love, for sport, for peace,
I don't if is been the movies or my friends, I have recently become an addict for a woman's fur, their beautiful skin and beautiful lips make me go crazy, if only I had a special girl that could fulfill my thirst,
My Heart is like a symbol steady tinging
The shadow s
And it was then were in the cavern of insolence where he was kept All that was deemed unfit and of akin to detriment on the male spectrum As channeled into his being. The ritual left him full of woe and without reason
It can be hard to stop and think about the man behind the curtain.the one thats truly hurtingThe one thats not deservingYou can never be confident with the one behind the curtain.
Man have to know what's alone is.
Word after word
Walks amongst the grass, with a smile to the sun. Warmth about his heart, the boy longs for lasting fun. Fear so compelling, he walks a path through debris. So dark and twisted, is to man's reality.
We start our lessons before we can speak They want us to walk while our legs are too weak We find strengh with age and stand on our own We say a few words amongst the dribble and groans
You struggling to get to college , you try to fill out all the scholarships that you can You get tired and drained from all the work you have done
What is a Man? One who sheds no tears Who drinks all day and night, with vessels flooded with beer. What is a Man? One who has no goals, makes his conscience dissolve,
Let me list the things that are on my mind The FEAR is gone and so is the strife
The mind, body, and soulAre explorations on their own Humanity is rich in curiosity And our livelihoods come in all shapes and forms Only ten percent of our mind has been achieved
I used to think I loved you I used to think you cared I used to think "this is it" I used to be so scared I used to want to be your all I used to think you did too
Life once created a soul with mighty dreams and hopes Yet it only took a man to destroy it
You want to love me? Prove to me your ability. I'm stronger than most men, You think you can handle me? Ha, prove it to me. Push me against the wall, Rub you rough hands Against my soft skin.
My Father always asks me, "What makes a man, a man?" and I'm never able to answer because I simply know I cant.
I've never liked change too much Change brings risk Risk brands possibility Possibility boils expectation Expectation breeds disappointment I've never liked change too much
There is this beauty of men I have.. Walking past my eyes I take mini pictures.. From their mouth that's clean like fresh snow... To their bodies that they take time to grow.. I could always admire a man..
I am the strange man. The man that is a boy. The boy that is a man. I play words as a decoy, I refuse to write and wrong with the same hands. So I try to write as well as I can.
Today I fell in love,With the man on the moon.I thought I was seeing God,Then he waved and smiled.He pointed to a star,And motioned that it was mine.
Why is it that whenever,
The Hardness of her heart the coldness of her hand, i wonder why she ignores me so much. The sparkle in her eye is only when she crys, confort seems to not be enough.
The clang of a single coin in an empty tin Alerts the man to sadly look down. He fishes out the nickel Holding it up to the light Dreaming of what it must feel like
what is a man ? what is a man? you see my earliest memory is sun rays cutting through my bedroom window as I watch my mom dwindle in tidle waves of envelopes and in moments like this I fail
There's a place that you can go, a state of mind. Where you scrape the ultimate supreme, marking ink in the lobes of you brain. Spun by emotion and directed by Hope,
I deserve a man Who accepts me as I am Sees past my flaws And reminds me that I can I deserve a man Who will treat me right And even though we may fight He will be there day and night
Body Language With the strut of the Wind, The boundless flow of time. Our minds tend to flutter, With an undying chime. Speaking through tocs and tics Vision scattered,
I cry myself to sleep at night, hoping I'll wake to see the light. The beautiful light so warm and so bright, but soon I sleep and relive the fright. First I feel the water so warm and refreshing, then he joins me I start regressing.
The ball bounces against the crack of the drive Two little girls laugh as they miss the backward shot. Dusk disappears like their childhood
I wonder if she even cares about me? All this name calling is wearing and tearing on my internally My confidence level has dropped and My the respect I have for myself is lacking
M ountains of work, bills, burden-- the family must be fed. A nd a young man's dreams? N o. they don't exist. W orried silver threads O ver the sink, bubbles sliding on wrinkles
A man is a man only when he thinks he can a man loses his purpose in life when he begins to doubt himself. - Frank Posada IV
What sly, sneaky dogs gentleman can be,disguising themselves to others to have a sort of innocent fluency. But what man can truly stand with his girl and not look at another,or struggle not to?
The greatest struggle a man faces is himself. How shall I describe man? He is full of trickery, deceit, and lies. He manipulates and twists the world for his best interest. He is a hypocrite.
The boy was sitting on the grass, eyes looking past the trees. His words played with mass, falling. or flying with ease. He followed the sunlight where it led down a path for the brave and afraid.
I remember one morning I sat on the porch and played with my dolls Gritty sand of the ground In my teeth Under my nails I remember looking up There was a man walking down the road
Yet my heart flutters, my gut repulses.I crave his company and voice,even though every mutter of his breath will be of her.The way his lips move when he speaks,oh it melts me to the core with crave.
So many struggle to find reason for their lives So many struggle to go on So many struggle Yet so many miss on the simplest joys in life So many regret their past sins So many live in their failures
The tears roll down from his eyes and are blown away in whispers By the wind This Man I do not know him He cries in an agony I cannot see He is alone beside me
Writing a poem is a grand expression Of the man I am and the one I want myself to be Words become lines, lines become poems, interconnected like brush strokes in a painting or the individual notes of a favorite song These words that capture my hea
I write for the world. Its skies of blue stretching uniqueness across the planet Revealing its luster and foliage for all the universe to see
The Sun is a man, I’m sure… Shining for me, and only me, in the morning, Sitting with me at the end of my day; Comforting me, sometimes consoling me,
Moonshinethat croon of minemad and frantic infection, a moan that stirs from hurttoils that strike like weights, pulls at your foreheadskins your knuckles it’s irrelevant my wants,your wants.
feelings go unrequited because you have high standards, havent found anyone quite like it. now your fate decided, you're striving to find someone thats trying, to understand you like they're psychic. they come around, but you never buy it.
I woke to a cloudless blue sky, to towering redwood trees To fluttering avian creatures basking in the warm sun’s embrace. The forest was full and alive, breathing Compelling you to look but not to take.
mind is on hold heart is in fast forward words were once all that needed to be heard Now The People Need A Proclamation. A Declaration From You To The People.
I saw him standing there All cool and suave. For what seemed like an hour a glance we’d share. And there he was. He was an artist with hands big and strong.
Money and the streets don't Impress me Grab a Bible read to me be like Gandhi God gave his son who is a part of us Asking for our love as he died for us Faith of a seed is all we need
The implications of your strength confuse My emotions and leave me perplexéd; Do I find safety in your able arms, Or do I fear the strength sup’rior to mine? The way you take control is my excuse
To be ownéd by you is my dark wish, Sweet man who has power to bid me his will, And protect me from those who’d demolish My heart and send my world into a hell. I do not care what the radicals say,
Allow me to set the scene Mother of four One of the most faithful dope fiends To the Four admired as a queen The oldest only 16 Father figure to the youngest 3 No help offered Because she aint clean
The Black man...which stands on the corner It identifies and symbolizes the border in which his congregation of friends and himself have allowed themselves to loiter See everyday I pass along that very corner
The psyche of man Only sees what it wants to And is therefore blind
It is times like this when men we see, Our fragile broken destinies. When through false strength and proud façade, Appears the pea beneath the pod. It’s times like these as men we know,
For a man to love a woman For a woman to love a man God is placed into their lives For God to love man and women And for the love of man and woman To be eternal
I have seen him weep and I have seen him cry and I have seen him in the throws of victory and ecstasy. Yet, Yet I look at him now, broken and crippled and old. And I see sadness in his eyes.
Mirror, mirror do you see this all? Mirror, mirror how could you fall? Mirror, mirror you're no longer on the wall. Mirror, mirror you lay in pieces before me.
I look in the mirror and what do I see? Deep green eyes I see Soft edges of the face I see Her innocent lips tainted with sin I reach out to her. She reaches.
Words of this man tickle my ears Invading my mind like a rash But the mystery man never appears Forever eluding my grasp
A being but not of flesh He is existence He is truth He is all The melody he sings Graces the ears Like honey the tongue A fresh current sprung Spreading, reaching, growing, flowing—unheard
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It started with a man and a dream He held his dream high in his right hand, for the world to see It screamed, it yelled, it burst into motion Its message was “Set me free” There was no room in society for his dream
A Man and a Woman are like Peanut butter and Jelly The Man, Peanut butter. He starts off hard but when he gets whipped he becomes smooth and hard to swallow. The Woman, Jelly.
If I could see over this farmed hills, I wouldn't have to be afraid of life's thrills. I am here for you brother-man Here to lend a simple hand.
a man a loving man non violent man who wants other man to love one another man to man it wouldn't matter what the skin color of the man it would be how the man acts to another man and if we are man
I dream of a place where there are no countries fighting, There will be no more wars, And no more innocent people dying. Why can't these dreams be achieved? Because man is selfish and mean,