FEELINGS
Here is where my feelings belong
sitting and letting my minds escaping
the cage that's holding
the chain that's whipping
the fait of a mistake
the wall its painting
blood dripping
from the feelings
I am feeling
moving movements
gets me moving in the movement of happy feelings
the feeling of endorphins flowing
making horripilation
the tease of cum constipation
shes blowing slowly tell I,m exploding
physically and mentally but still loathing
FEELINGS
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Michael Anthony Mccale
My life of sin with no pen here we go lets live it again. what i hate is the hate with in this mind of mine for the ones that I love. Always have been shone a how to be racist at the same time looked with the same eye saying the same thing directed my direction from the ones they say they love,,me. but show the same hate to people and they show the same to me, That's BLASPHEMY so i directed my hate to demonstrate the fate of there mistake of teaching me this hate. I fought back with gods help falling in love,,,, my Black,,,,wife in time to find a hate with in side she did not like.
View all poems →Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.