just stopping by. Miss ya'll. Though of a quote I wrote and wrote this. Enjoy

"Sometimes, people are so unaware of the war you go through just to be in front of them."

Can I Talk To You?


Can I talk to you,
breath tears in songs of redemption
so I can woo my soul
or something back into existence,
Can I talk to you
in a world’s voice
because you are my universe,
outreached in the outskirts
of outer interference,
you are my out
when they are not enough mustard seeds
to hold the words
my voice wouldn’t allow me to speak
or even think to that figure
who supposed to make it
all feel better,
Can I talk to you
in poems that say
I’m too angry to live,
too stressed to give
and barely hanging on
to these suicide attempts
that has nothing to do with killing myself,
I’m just tired,
too tired to be this person,
Can I talk to you,
speak to you in sensual forevers
in it’s entirety
that somehow stays confined
in your beauty
or happy beginnings
where we don’t have to believe in endings
so 7,000 years from now,
it will still be this intimate,
constantly rebirthing
like my first breaths
deserving of your conscience to live,
Can I talk to you
in day breaks
to remind me
that I cannot open my eyes from sleep
if you’re not there for my awakening,
speak to you in sunsets
that are the warning signs
letting me know that dark is coming,
but somewhere
out there,
no, not here,
but near,
you are around,
Can I talk to you
till you feel good,
till it feels good,
till my lips become tired
and a response is not imminent,
but know that my heart
depends on it
because from the moment you spoke,
I stopped breathing,
literally,
Can I tell you something
that has to do with nothing
but needing you,
that the breathing
of these said words are meaningful,
that the spirit behind it
is so metaphysical,
how I feel about you
is not even living really,
Can I talk to you
in a vernacular that’s unexplainable
so you can see where
I’m coming from,
Can I talk to you
until I’m spoiled of you,
challenging the realms of physics
because I want my tongue to explore you,
Can I talk to you,
seeing that our revolutions of minds
will never be televised,
our debates are never aired
because our only innuendo
is we love each other too much,
Can I talk to you
in something other than this sigh language,
(exhale)
Can I speak to you
in hieroglyphics
melted off the walls of my soul
my heart and mind has made sense of,
but when I so happen to speak of them,
it’s nothing but symbolic nonsense
that represents who I am,
Can I talk to you
in I love you’s
and I miss you’s
and I think of you’s
and thank you’s,
for allowing me to talk to you,
seeing that we are both semi functional
in our melodramatic episodes
called life,
and even if you don’t understand,
that brings me comfort,
because I have no idea too,
yet the air
in which we sometimes speak
has nothing to do with living in the present,
but seeing the future tenses
being a past again
and we’re so tired of it,
I just hope there’s love
when I get home,
and if not,
then I’m the same man in my return
as I was when I was gone,
and that may seem sad,
but I never had the energy
to put on a mask,
so at least I know
nothing can change
the only person I’d ever been,
just like everyone else,
a dead man walking,
looking for someone
my pain can talk to

come talk with me
sit quietly, silently, and patiently
by my side
lay down with me till dawn, under a starry canopy
without words confusing our purpose
come talk with me, come build with me, come pray with me
let loving, be palms pressed together, and legs tangled
no words between us will ever convey their true meaning
not in this love, this love of a thousand lives
i keep loving you, and losing you
you keep pushing me, rejecting me, protecting me?
lets stop this madness tonight
come talk with me
come crawl across this crumpled bed, hold me, let me hold you
let us hold each other
and tell me all your fears
let me kiss them away, let me nod, in agreement to all your truths
let me laugh out loud at your untruths
let me in,let me in,let me in
come talk with me, like children playing
honest and pure, our love is
honest pure my heart is
I hang on your every word, catch them as they
fall from your lips, let some drop
so they get caight, under my feet when I walk with you
let rainfall, be the sermons you preach, when finally
you open your heart to me
and I, the faithful born again baptised in our love
come talk with me
come talk with me
come talk with me.

nice

I love the quote, but...

felt like this so many times.

That's all I got to say, but I had to say it.

as a dove for I've
lookef down in flight
and my eye's sent crimpling
nerves to my wings

paralyzed me in awww

beautiful
delivery.


Stay gifted
and thankyou
for sharing.

Glad to see you round these parts again ;)

"Can I talk to you,
speak to you in sensual forevers
in it’s entirety
that somehow stays confined
in your beauty
or happy beginnings
where we don’t have to believe in endings
so 7,000 years from now,
it will still be this intimate,
constantly rebirthing
like my first breaths""

My faves


You find short lived fantasies in No Man's Land. Build empires where you stand.

ok so im thinkin maybe let someone read this and see if it gets me some lol

ok so im thinkin maybe let someone read this and see if it gets me some lol

not at all

it's actually not a sensual piece. I've been i wouldn't say spiritual, but more involved with me and my spirit of late. Like i'm trying to re-evaluate myself and this piece actually scared me because i didn't really think i could have a conversation with myself like this.

This poem is about me talking to my spirit and my spirit talking to me and we're asking each other permission to be all right.

ya'll still my fam, so I thought i would share.

preciate everybody's response tho.

huh conversation with self finding your spiritual voice listening ok thats all good btu know it's the combination to locks yet opened :7

Well okay'coming from a new perspective
as you are speaking to your spirit?

never thought of this, but you had a stretched out conversation there. If it were about a love interest I'd say you sure fall 'heavy' and I mean 'in it' with great intent that is.