Submissions by bossy_bout_minez
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Life is wut u make it, embrace and live ;)...
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2013 7:42pm
23rd Apr 2013 7:42pm
50 Shades of Bosssy.....The Saga....
Exhausted mentally,
I shrug away the facade of a smile that gracefully hides my 50 shades
of fucked up...
It amazes me how no one really calls their own bluff....
hiding behind fantasies because in reality the pain of life's offerings
is a bit much....
Reality being,
that some where along the dotted line the saddest truths holds lies and lies
have their own merits of truth that intertwine and linger within the minds
perception....
it is the double-edged weapon of mind over matter,
where ones subconscious surges through the gray...
I shrug away the facade of a smile that gracefully hides my 50 shades
of fucked up...
It amazes me how no one really calls their own bluff....
hiding behind fantasies because in reality the pain of life's offerings
is a bit much....
Reality being,
that some where along the dotted line the saddest truths holds lies and lies
have their own merits of truth that intertwine and linger within the minds
perception....
it is the double-edged weapon of mind over matter,
where ones subconscious surges through the gray...
833 reads
6 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2013 7:38pm
23rd Apr 2013 7:38pm
~ Prodigy ~
Everybody hates a prodigy, detests a old head on young shoulders. - by Erasmus Desiderius
Everybody hates a prodigy
tiny morsels of tenacious properties
malfunctioning the artful bleed
of my thesis
released in pieces upon pieces
splitting the creases because my reach is
far beyond physical
my flow is comprised of raw imperial materials
like a prophecy spoken in cryptic language
escaping from a rising sun that reveals me free hanging
on a black canvas...can you imagine...
seeing the verge of destiny and trying to gain an advantage...
Everybody hates a prodigy
tiny morsels of tenacious properties
malfunctioning the artful bleed
of my thesis
released in pieces upon pieces
splitting the creases because my reach is
far beyond physical
my flow is comprised of raw imperial materials
like a prophecy spoken in cryptic language
escaping from a rising sun that reveals me free hanging
on a black canvas...can you imagine...
seeing the verge of destiny and trying to gain an advantage...
926 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
20th Apr 2013 3:58am
20th Apr 2013 3:58am
~ Mirrored~Images ~
Mirrored images of me had me facing reality...... Standing unmasked in the mirror, my reflection looked back at me....visualized, my spiritual third eye captivated what my mouth was incubating, and what my mind had been placating.....I reached deep into the depths of this reflective abstract mirage into an enlightened soul, breaking through the mold of subconscious chains and freely I uncloaked....
.....freely grasping spirituality, unraveling beyond my submissive mentality, into introspective collation and self realization, peeling back the layers of scabs that had set forth...
.....freely grasping spirituality, unraveling beyond my submissive mentality, into introspective collation and self realization, peeling back the layers of scabs that had set forth...
996 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Apr 2013 3:54am
20th Apr 2013 3:54am
* Exit Wounds *
A guilty conscious performs blind-folded executions as I inserted the tip with no restraint
I bled to liberate this distaste of my corrupt mind stated, stabbing my veins to validate
each year of sin,
afflicting lacerations of my alienated speech within,
I grin
for from this bleed sprouts ambition , the drive for deprived ebony crimson
flowing like toxic waves of caged salvation, penetration in a mirrored image of an assassin secretly fading,
becoming irate when..
the cuts not deep enough, I stab greedily til' im purged high and my eyes roll up... ...
I bled to liberate this distaste of my corrupt mind stated, stabbing my veins to validate
each year of sin,
afflicting lacerations of my alienated speech within,
I grin
for from this bleed sprouts ambition , the drive for deprived ebony crimson
flowing like toxic waves of caged salvation, penetration in a mirrored image of an assassin secretly fading,
becoming irate when..
the cuts not deep enough, I stab greedily til' im purged high and my eyes roll up... ...
1083 reads
3 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Apr 2013 5:57pm
19th Apr 2013 5:57pm
~ p.o.e.t.r.y. ~
What's a mind caged in captivity, with no capacity to absorb knowledge,
hollow depths weep for recognition as droplets , of ink spill from my pen,
I can't begin, to tell you how I care not if you understand these gifted words leaking,
keeping my hand in motion, interwoven are my emotions, my life, that constitutes
a woman, blessed, yes_s, the sweet caress of my pen on paper, supplies oxygen to my soul, craving the
possibilities to release my poetic yolks, from the shells that holds wisdom, placating my love addiction
to lyricism, giving...
hollow depths weep for recognition as droplets , of ink spill from my pen,
I can't begin, to tell you how I care not if you understand these gifted words leaking,
keeping my hand in motion, interwoven are my emotions, my life, that constitutes
a woman, blessed, yes_s, the sweet caress of my pen on paper, supplies oxygen to my soul, craving the
possibilities to release my poetic yolks, from the shells that holds wisdom, placating my love addiction
to lyricism, giving...
1089 reads
10 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
19th Apr 2013 5:50pm
19th Apr 2013 5:50pm
~ At the Bottom of my Inkwell ~
I sat in a puddle of beautiful
black, blue, & crimson red hues...
Basking in the substance that now covered my caramel-naked
sinews..
Loving the texture as my hands explore the hour glass sands
of its unspoken perfection...
Open wounds
bleeding more red than necessary,
composing a stationary,
as black lacquer tears stained my cheeks,
unfairly
dripping down to fidgety hands
fatigued
from caressing midnight-blue lips that screamed remnants of me
upon walls of ebony inks that leak my
history...
What
a beautiful...
black, blue, & crimson red hues...
Basking in the substance that now covered my caramel-naked
sinews..
Loving the texture as my hands explore the hour glass sands
of its unspoken perfection...
Open wounds
bleeding more red than necessary,
composing a stationary,
as black lacquer tears stained my cheeks,
unfairly
dripping down to fidgety hands
fatigued
from caressing midnight-blue lips that screamed remnants of me
upon walls of ebony inks that leak my
history...
What
a beautiful...
788 reads
3 Comments
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