Shy Gyrl:

Caught up on air
left over and stale as tears poured down
chocking on a reality that never existed,
but ceased in incomplete sentences.
What i percieved as perfection
was really a page of my purple lighted imagination...
And I,
blew a few kisses and he never got them like,
a msg sent then deleted in embarrassment,
my reality a dysfunctional love hate relationship.

  poetrys poet:

Aeropostle Aristotle
cloud 9 an aerospace to
great love turned dysfunctional
the functional seems to real fa true
like being lost on space without moon boot
Armstrong i am still in search fa whom
love and life which is placed on moon
ah love note sent but burned once drew
two hearts together seems so un true
but what is greater the love they consume

  Shy Gyrl:

Consumed like the fumes inhaled,
and then released in exhaustion...
cuz im on the border and im tired of walkin.
Back and forth,
forth and back,
whats the point of reversing,
and goin back to a method done past off the tracks?
And he goes...
who knows,
fall back,
its like that,
its whack
a hug,
a kiss,
heisman im redoing this...
And he expects me to want him,
go all over the world for him,
never ever again am i loving again
feenin for his addiction.

  poetrys poet:

conflicting and abuse ta the releasing
and letting go of true emotion
heart traumatized by what is real yet the brain immobilized
and set off aside its own thought
and were love shall go
now left in ah dramatized state
of which place or which faze
now contrasting on different color vistions ta that love pondered
that the heart and body find so extravagant
now we have ah battle of
love heart mind body and soul.......
so u wanna let me that there go
or is it u have the answer and or juss dont know
the contradiction is counteracting ta what really is real
cuz dat feeling im fellin u feeling all in same
so why not sit back and grab hold ta whats gave
its time i speak more
no longer will my love sit in shame
ill get on my hands and feet so u can skate off smoothly
do u enjoy the site of life and love with out me
is the vision that there clear u see
down here ah nigga hella lonely
snap into reality loves smacks back and yah lonely
the mind wants what is surely ah change
now we sit back together in REALITY....

  Shy Gyrl:

skate off,
push off,
a smooth sail in a direction I know not.
Enjoying the breeze
in the weather of yawn,
that sleeps in peace
when your voice is on...
and with out a dude,
my hearts still sprung.
But without him too,
im feelin a lil young.
Like skinned knees,
and when mean boys bullied.
Like when girls on the bus said mean things,
and had u in the girls bathroom crying.
This is a song that never ends,
heartbreak hotel,
been there so many times,
the tenders my friend.

  poetrys poet:

so clever is love gave by the metaphorical
if im rareness careless are u ta spare thine rod to my heart
why metaphysically damage what is really true
spoil ah rotten apple the taste there save ah while longer
fruitful yet ta chase after your own endeavor and make fonder
ta what is only good for u and your self
smooth sailing a direction you greatly know just choose not to forget and let go
its become ah tussle ah strong hold and a tight box closed
holding theses words This IS how I feel
so the dealer re deals
and the cards are set ah king flipped over and ah queen he thought but
no match royally flushed is he like the toilette feeling shitty
his queen folded and walked away with out revealing......

  Shy Gyrl:

Her face,
essence,
aura and grace.
with a mask on,
i hide the face of a damaged heart.
This scene is a masquerade...
and im not trying to reveal who i am by just one impression i get from the start.
The party must go on,
the music must play.
We must continue to drink and dance,
and wake up to know love has not gone astray.
A king has layed down beside me,
my hair,
he has let down and seen.
My mask he has removed...
and unearthed the heart layered by cobwebs in a deserted tomb...
has been removed...
and now there is room for him to move.

  poetrys poet:

sadly restaurateur the pain and great comfort
sleep on a min a trillion times longer
stride fa what is real and sit back in the days of lonely
gods hands made two
u and i is whats made of
earth and all humanity
look sadly wishing they had a fallen love
or is it backwards and a thought sees differently
can there be ah site ah side of my heart that
sees love more clearly
really
love ah of the most precious and
comes as a small token
talk about how love is eye gouging
full of dry eyes now from crying and poutin
wide eyed like cats still shy at heart
for a real love
a surreal show if love was the part nah id probly
be the sad unloved stressed man
yet still holding a tight grip
ego still full of of hope and joy
one day ill ill stop rumbling with love
like a baby to his toy..........yet i still have dignity

  Shy Gyrl:

to keep my head up,
and moving.
Even if he's not worth the full royal crowning,
that has taken place on this throne.
And if thats the case...
like millions of us out there...
Our absent love is not alone.

  poetrys poet:

though cast away is the movie played
a nigh love is set and settle but stray
such a blessing is love to the holder how could u let it part its ways
to abort something so c_l_e_v_e_r as a 4 l_e_a_f c_l_o_v_e_r to L_o_V_E
watched it bloom from soil ta shrub
now it all sits in tears and r_o_s_e Blood puddles and M_u_d_d
a heart now shrivel and a mind finds it fine.....
and ah love yet still caged the bird sings ............

  Shy Gyrl:

to be continued...until another time.

  poetrys poet: