Poetry (The Raconteur)...Happy birthday.

I fell in love with you at age 6,

The very night I looked up at the sky and saw the beauty of the stars.

That very night,

I penned down the most beautiful thing then in my eyes,

Created by one of the greats, Celine Dion.

Every night in my dreams,

I see you, I feel you.

How beautiful you were and still are,

How beautiful you make expressions come to life,

How beautiful you …

Wait,

You know I can go on and on to tell you how beautiful you are but still wouldn't find the right expression to tell you how beautiful you are.

You know you're my saving grace,

You know you changed my suicidal thoughts the very day I penned down The Poem from my last collection of art.

It felt like the Holy Grail.

I remember the first day I expressed my art when I was 16,

It felt beautiful,

Then I realised how powerful words are,

Then I thought about how bad my dad must have abused my mom and that shit turned me into a real sicko.

But Solace I found in you on my pursuit of happiness,

Hopes and dreams you sold to me for my talent,

Hopes, dreams and reality you sold to me for my art.

I am Scripturient,

You are,

Poetry.

Comments

Happy Birthday To Me.

Seeing how far I've come, I've got to say thank you Mom. From being the thing you hoped for, Now being the thing I hope for. This is me saying a happy birthday to me, And a multitude Thanks, to you mom. You are my saving grace, You both, I can't imagine where I'd be without you both. At age 22 I still cry to you, Well I did the other day on the phone, How I called you randomly and told you about how much I've missed and still miss Grandma, And you understood each tear. It's my birthday today, As I transit into that Jordan age. And even though the spot light shines on me today, I also take this time to appreciate you, Make my spot light yours. And even if there's no one there to glamour at your spot light, I'd be your exceeding crowd to wonder on your wonders. As a gentleman you've raised, You've always told me how a king should let his queen have the spot light. Your number one button I push...

Pink Pleasure! (The Raconteur)

They say you're just a carriage for baby making and nothing else. You say you're just a carriage for baby making and nothing else. I say one person is telling a bold lie and that's you. No one knows you better than you, How you gonna let people run a marathon for you when you're in a race with yourself alone? Your whole being spells life, Your whole being spells mother with undying affection. You are pink, You matter a lot, Pink matters. Cotton Malibu candy, I compliment you better when it's pink, Though you got shades of different colors like the rainbow. With the banana and peaches made for mouth-gasm, Is it safe to say the banana when isolated is a Lone Ranger? What happens when it meets a fellow Lone Ranger? Makes for sweet serenade, Pink pleasure. And I heard someone say the stars are the spies of heaven, I can boldly accept that statement in all honesty. With how far they are, it's no wonder they seem ...

Untitled.

See every time we went out, Everyone noticed you and kept me at bay, Like I wasn't there. I hate when it happens. I know you're well known across these lands And I'm just a foreigner, On Strangers tide. Often time, I'll play the buster girl, Doing the who is? Call me crazy, Call me jealous, I call me greedy, But all I wanted was, The strings of our heartbeat in perfect accordance, To an unheard melody. All of you, And all that was in your heart was my desire, Felt like it was too much to ask. I know I had gone astray, And I needed a second chance. Who doesn’t? It looked hard, everything was against me, Even my own shadow was. The face I thought that shinned brightest, Couldn't create a spark during my dark times. Guess I figured why I was mostly kept at bay, Just a little too late. We were untitled.

Devante

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