Category: crush

Standstill

Words are hard to find,
I’ve lost my mind,
I’ve lost track of time,
The worse wounds are internal,
Feels like my era was sacrificial,
It’s hard to feel with so much hurt,
Brain secretin toxins to the heart,
causing discomfort,
discombobulated,
Was it Love, Lust, or we were infatuated,
Feeling the way I feel now,
It doesn’t matter,
Left in a dimension I can’t recognize,
Questing what I was taught and what I actually knew,
Can’t decipher what is false versus true,
No road, no route, no direction,
Empty space brain filled with old memories,
Constantly replaying our mistakes,
Unable to erase,
No key to backspace,
History can’t be edited,
Confused about how to start this new chapter,
Knowing the story must continue without that specific character,
Refuse to write another word,
The words are hard to find,
Refuse to put down another line,
I just got to give things time.

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Written by Patterson’s Poetry

Mix Emotions

Can’t refrain from thinking,
Cognitively speaking,
Keep scratching off the clot,
Won’t allow the wound to heal,
It hurts but I like the way it feels,
As crazy as it sounds,
It’s my form of sanity,
Afraid to close my eye’s,
The dreams feels so real,
It breaks my heart when I wake,
I refuse to take all the blame,
Nothing is the same,
My chest is a furnace,
My brain crashed like a hard drive,
They say this isn’t love,
But I doubt they felt anything close,
Since you are the action to my reaction,
Only you can judge,
But then again you too say this isn’t love,
Now only God can judge,
Those words cut me up,
I stood there and bled,
Wishing I was dead,
none of us could take back the shit we said,
Left with mix emotions,
Was it love or strong feelings?

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Written by Mark Diallo
Diallo’s/Patterson’s Poetry

Life & Death

What matters when you’re dead?
Certainly not others opinions,
Nothing matters then,
So why, so many things matter now?
Why thoughts of suicide doesn’t come when you are happy but sad?
Why is it hard to love the bad?
Why cry when I die, but never once wanted to see me alive?
Why is death so important but being alive is unimportant?
Why say all the good things in front of the coffin,
and when I was alive breathing,
Not even a compliment?
But since I am alive and not dead what should I do then?
Certainly not keep fake friends,
But be among those of good intentions,
Because our health is at risk,
Because we care about people sometimes who don’t give a biscuit,
We value people who devalue us,
Stripping us of our confidence,
Lowering our self-esteem,
Drag your name through the dirt,
CUT -THEM -OUT,
Love your enemy but don’t bring them close enough to break you,
If they are going to wait until you die, to value you,
They don’t deserve you.

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Written by Mark Diallo
Diallo’s/Patterson’s Poetry

Quick Cooking

Quick cooking,
her body burning,
her looks appealing,
her lips sensitizing,
Her booty amazing,
her eyes hypnotizing,
she needs some sexercising,
but when it comes to sex,
I hate teasing,
She’s already taken,
so I’m trespassing,
either way I am not failing,
Her love is a drug,
my heart needs healing,
I would say I love her,
but I am not accustomed to that feeling,
let my actions do the speaking.
I wish I had her for the weekend,
she got my blood boiling,
she got me smiling
I got her blushing,
she has my full attention,
every time we’re texting,
this is a full confession,
I think we’ve got a good connection,
I could almost see what she’s thinking,
and she could almost smell what I’m cooking,
In the poetic kitchen.

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Written by Mark Patterson