A Deep Conversation With Myself

You told me write a love poem?

My self expression of love in a poem

I don’t love myself, loving myself is wrong.

I hate myself, and I been good at it for so long.

How can living in fear be so wrong

when it happens and appears so easily?

Misery is greedy and it hogs me

and don’t want to share my 200 pound body

with anybody that appears lovely and spiritually.

How can you tell me to write about something

that I can’t define my myself?

How can you tell me to write about something

that I can’t find myself?

I never heard of Jesus, but the devil strikes me below the belt.

That’s the pain that surronds my brain.

They say no pain no gain, well I feel the pain without the gain.

Why love myself if I have you to do it for me?

Why do you need to understand why I hate myself? I love to be lonely so I don’t need your company.

Fuck being love and spiritual, Fuck being romantic and hopeful, I only write poems

that are dark and painful.

Fuck being loved, I rather be feared.

Fear overrides love anytime anywhere.

The fear in me rises and the demons in me are hiding.

I am tired of disguising

Kindess is overrated, kindess made me desperate.

But I thank those that took adavtange of me,

becuase anger is my greastest weapon.

Well tell me this, if Jesus is the way

Why do more people go to hell than heaven?

What are the best types of poems to read?

1)dark/painful

2)hopeful/inspiring

3)Spiritual/Religious

4)Love/Romantic

My favorite poems to read and write are dark/painful,hopeful/inspiring,Spiritual/religious, then love/romance in that order

For those of you that like poetry, comment below and tell me what is your favorite type of poetry you enjoy reading and who is your favorite poet and why?

Poetry Freestyle

This is not a test, it’s complexity

Imagine closely, hear this slowly

I write poems, that leave minds numb.

These words stick, in heads like gum.

I’m the true poet author, as I age

my mind is sharper, like gillette

blue razors. I respect my elders,

of both genders, since my heart is tender.

So I’m humble with my endeavors.

Smart, but never clever.

My love is pure, I’m a savior.

The mechanism of me as a writer,

is similar, to the Manhattan Project.

Ready to explode like nuclear weapons,

but keep my composure

by thanking Jesus for helping me discover,

my true nature of unique metaphors.

The immortality of my poetry,

heals the sickly mentally.

Bitter without discipline, put limits

to positive emotions.

Angriness, lead to mistakes because of hastiness.

The measure of toture takes place

when the truth is not heard, but viewed.

Hatred of the truth, is a marathon and your endurance doesn’t improve.

What ripens is your skin, becoming thick

like smoke, from memorial day barbecues.

Feelings are intangible like souls, emotions are buried like gold.

Forced smiles stretch like rubberbands, snaps your heart, when the body gets old.

Poetry don’t dissemble what’s real, life is ungentle, crime is intentional, the blueprint,

of success is confidential, alot of lives are accidental, the outcome is unpredictable, when sins vicious like pitbulls.

There’s no sequal, souls will burn beneath you.

No crossing guard whistle to guide you, the road’s narrow with a beautiful view.

Be lead by the archangel, carrying souls above you.

Bored

Feels like I’m in the penitentiary, I have nothing to do
Feels like I’m a corpse buried in a cemetery, no one to speak to.
Something that everyone goes through.
Being bored out of your mind is the equivalent of when your body is catching the flu.
Your mind is stuck with severe weakness and fatigue,
Like you caught a disease.
When going through this, nothing else to do but sleep.
The feeling of being uninterested,
Feels like everything around you is insignificant,
Like sitting in a dark room in the middle of the night with no electricity.
Mind goes crazy, just tryna find something to do badly.
Just like doing chores, something we have to do,
Is similar to being bored, something we all have to go through.

My Friend And I

Psalm 91:4

He will cover you with his feathers. He will shelter you with his wings. His faithful promises are your armor and protection

This verse from the bible and it gave me motivation to write this poem. Everything I do, I put God first and for now on, every poem that I write, I will add a bible verse that relates to my poem.

When the sun rose this morning,
I looked up but felt chills and my arms are slightly shivering.
Today is a cloudy windy day,
but yet I feel so great,
like its a clear sunny day.
The sun represent the brighter side of our lives.
Our hopes will forever be high with my Friend and I.
He speaks but don’t give me eye contact.
His words I choose to listen to and they attract,
me and gives me faith.
Two minds think alike and we can relate,
to each other,
like identical twin brothers.
Like a hidden fossil, I discovered,
him. He is my friend and I am his.
He is not on top of my list,
He is my first and only gift.
He is my solar energy he reminds me of the wind.
He has no voice, but can be heard if I listen.
The sound traveled through my ears as he speak to me indirectly.
No one can’t hear him except me.
With my imagination, he stands besides me.
To others it’s insanity,
To me its the way of life,
for my Friend and I.

1) Have you ever had an invisible friend when you was younger?

2) Do you have a friend that is no longer with you that you think about every single day?

3) Do you talk to yourself on a regular basis?

4) Do you have that type of friend that you love to be around no matter how bad your day is because your friend brings so much joy, happiness, and confidence?