My PoemsMy Poems gives a map of my soul;An outline of what thought you may not understand…

My poems sing songs of rhythm and blues;At times they can’t rhyme but always makes since in my mind…

My Poems are the answers to equationsThat fills one’s curiosity of my constant complications….

My poems cry tears of joy and pain;From struggles that I once lived and overcame…

My poems craves the love that you only exist in the imaginationOf a princess locked up in towers on high…

My Poems makes love to my life’s pain;Giving pleasure and release to loneliness frustrated rain…

My poems smile over the blessingsGod has given and will give…

My poems are an addiction that my nerves fens…My poems are beautiful as a Sunny Day…

My Poems expresses the inner world you’re too blind to see…

My Poems exhibits the mental, spiritual, and yet sexual worldOn deeper levels you wouldn’t dare explore…

My poems are softer than his hands on my skin…

My poems are the pathway to freedom…

My poems tell a story;Of what used to be, still is, and yet to see…

Shhh… hear my poem’s rain hitting against the window;Soothing me and clearing my mind…

My poems are the treasure;Which hides behind your judgmental eyes…

My poems are so many things;It’ll take me a thousand times to revise…

By the way I wanted to end this poem;Only to say my poems are me…Hold on… let me think…….

My poems are selfish and only think of me;But what about everyone else that I see?…. They need a poem too!I think its time for my poem to write something new…