Submissions by UrbaneKnwldge

You are the poet
i am the sun
your screaming of the insanity of the pen you wield
my reflections causing perplex-ions on the dimples of your brain
you are the poet, ranting and raving
i am the sun, giving a sonnet a title with my blaze
pacing and racing, dealing with the madness
impregnate a culture with a way of life, while i create ideas for the masses with a twist of my wrist
you think of me in a physical format and already you have lost me in your mind
cold and endearing i bring it to them faster than you write these lines
sun in a light but dark in...

First entry in my deleted notes:



That lavender skin hasn't stopped beckoning.  Caressing my senses in every way.  I see a painting in the way she smiles, as great as the Mona Lisa herself.  Endearing and caring.  Sure to cater to my every need.  The good is the only thing that entertains these thoughts not the flaws.  Though I am sure there are many.  The way she just glides from spot to spot.  Those hips just slide from side to side, beckoning my hand to touch them.  Screaming for my hand to explore them.  Such a beautiful face and yet it can't see me.  Not a predator but...