Submissions by tajae_marshell
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Writing is my first love, its here for me when the entire world is not. Judge my relationship or not, we will still be in marital bliss.
How am I to Feel
How am I to feel when the world is the way it is
when I hear only the roar of silence and the echo of death
when word are so hateful no even Gods love can be found
when I reach for a hand and you push me to fall
How am I to feel living with a foreign of man and you not see the problem at hand
when for saying what is right is wrong and because I am underage you wont hear my song
when the words "stay in a child's place" is an everyday phrase and has never been understood
when words of rage piercing threw the air shooting me like bullets
How am...
when I hear only the roar of silence and the echo of death
when word are so hateful no even Gods love can be found
when I reach for a hand and you push me to fall
How am I to feel living with a foreign of man and you not see the problem at hand
when for saying what is right is wrong and because I am underage you wont hear my song
when the words "stay in a child's place" is an everyday phrase and has never been understood
when words of rage piercing threw the air shooting me like bullets
How am...
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trails
when you kiss me its like takin shots to the head.
I think your lips are laced because I know I gotta be high
when you blow your warm breath down my tense neck getttin me to feel you
you got me jumpin in places that I didnt know could move
kisses to the collar bone got me feelin a little buckle in the knee
and if you keep talkin it wont be the only thing buckin if you know what I mean
this trail of kisses down my chest is making me a little blind
this is something strange and new but i am very much in love with the things that you do
you...
I think your lips are laced because I know I gotta be high
when you blow your warm breath down my tense neck getttin me to feel you
you got me jumpin in places that I didnt know could move
kisses to the collar bone got me feelin a little buckle in the knee
and if you keep talkin it wont be the only thing buckin if you know what I mean
this trail of kisses down my chest is making me a little blind
this is something strange and new but i am very much in love with the things that you do
you...
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