Hiddenpoetry Stories

Always chasing, changing faces, different places, then misplacing. Find them and erase them. Pedal to the metal if the ass fat I am racing. If we are dating I have no patience. Always changing faces back to the basics, like we are caught in the matrix. Sometimes I hate this but I play this. This is the greatest and the latest. Late at night when I am on the phone talking to the woman trying to get it on. I know she is wearing that fancy thong, but she won't be for long. Time to get it on. After that, I go run track, thinking would I double back? I have a better chance of catching a heart attack.

The world in his eyes. The story of a child growing up discovering the world in his vision, with wisdom as his poetic trait and his love for art as a whole, he plays out his life moments through his words. Word play and poetic slang are some of the key elements written within the recitals of each important chapter in this original life of a pilgrim. Akira.

When I die, I want my funeral at nighttime, so that I may see the moon light one last time. No more feeling lonely or hungry, no more wondering if someone wants to harm me. They say, why did I have to carry that gun on me? Well now that I am free, I am unarmed, you see. In the daytime it's hot. My bones will be quick to rot. In the nighttime I might not. See me for the last time at nighttime. All black caskets for this young, neglected bastard. black suit fitted fashion. maybe I'll be back soon but until then have my funeral at nighttime.

I want your touch, not aggression. Don't use your words as a weapon. Just let me hold your hand as I clutch this smith & Wesson. Understand you are highly protected. I'll kiss your lips just to end the bullshit and grab you by the hips. We don't have to use no chains and whips. I am not into that shit. But come closer, roll over. Understand you're with a soldier so let me hold you.