Lmao!!!!!!…I’ve always wanted to do this…yes…I know I’m a bit crazy

I once knew a girl with light caramel eyes

Dark caramel skin

Like a caramel frappaccino

I once knew this girl

She’d catch glimpses of her reflection and smile

Who is this girl with the light caramel eyes

Dark caramel skin like a caramel frappaccino

Staring at me through this toothpaste stained glass

Fogged up kaleidoscope views of a sin she tried to scrub…

I cannot recognize this girl who’s eyes were glasses of champagne…

I’ve lost myself somewhere between these sheets of lust and words…-Sore Agbaje

(via meetamy)

Where the roses swing

You can find her leaves

Where the roses swing

And a gentle breeze

Whispers passed the trees

They’re the tears she’s shed

Over all the years

And the masks she’s peeled

Molded by her fears

Threatened by her sins

Threatened by thier sins

She’s inhaled like blunts

Lingering in her lungs

If you cut her open

You can see the rings

That reveals her age

Darkened by her hurts

You can find her leaves near the evergreens

Bland, boring, and blank…bled of melanin

You can find her leaves where the roses swing

Spoiled and wielding maggots that’s escaped her mind

She’s a scattered soul

Like the leaves she’s shed…like the leaves she’s bled

Left for memories like a book one’s read

You can find her leaves where the roses swing

And a gentle breeze

Whispers passed the trees-Sore Agbaje

Wierd

Life’s been really wierd for me lately…which is why my desire to write has also been wierd…I don’t want to write because then is have to face what’s actually going on and I’d rather not…like I’m happy and all tht jazz…just don’t feel like myself…as if I’m looking at myself at a distance instead of occupying me…if tht makes any sense…freedom is what I want…an escape from something…I just don’t know what tht something is…the only way to describe this is wierd…I guess

I silently waited for you to come and reach me

Strangled in the grey dark clouds I was entangled in

I waited to see moons rise and stars fade

I waited to see the blue moon and you too

I waited to see this little girl mold like clay into a woman

Waited while I sagged from these breasts to my back

And as I waited the world drew lines across my face

Whispers of grey they threaded between these naps

Sweet lullabies of death they sang to me

My tears they leaked unto the earth as rain while I waited

I watch them soak into the ground

Form rivers and build wells

I watched them dancing in my rain

As if enjoying all my pain

I watched the Earth beneath these clouds change

I watched as culture died and resurrected

Punished by society

Neglected like an orphan

Trapped behind glass cases

Dissected by PhD’s and doctorates

I waited for you

I spun dreams of a world composed by lyrics

Built on metaphors and feelings

I walked these streets paved with words

In my world time was a beat

Poetry the sun the moon the stars and all that shines

The twinkle in an eye

The glisten in the rain

In my world God walked amongst us

You could kiss him on the cheek

Hold his hand

And hear him speak

You’d pass him by in a crowd

Or catch his eye and nod hello

In my world we were color blind

The content of a character were the hues that inked the skin

A beautiful mirage of Technicolor

You could see one’s heart written in their eyes

I waited for you God

I waited for you to breath life into me

Just to be intimate

I didn’t want just a silent prayer but a conversation

I tried to be beautiful and graceful

I tried so hard to be perfection

But don’t you reach in imperfection

Or is your grace just a selection

 I thought I’d catch a glimpse of you levitated in the clouds

But you don’t live in clouds you live in hearts

And you don’t speak through words you speak through mouths

And you don’t act through dreams because you are action

Death knocked on my door and begged me to live

To walk real pavements

And busy streets

Love’s Gravity

We are all meant to fall

Victims to love and gravity

We spend our lives trying to float

Cause we’re all scared we wont be caught

Or land in hands of thorns

Some stay suspended in the air

Not knowing the inevitable

Oh how I wish you were the rain

so you’d fall

And I would catch you

I want torrents of your love

Send me your hurricane and your storm

I want a downpour

Maybe drizzles

Don’t get caught up in the clouds

In the atmosphere above

Release yourself to gravity

Release yourself to love-Sore Agbaje

Hazy Lust

My silhouette I stitched to his hot bed of addiction

A disheveled mess of sin

I left fermenting in my lust

I inhaled him in like blunts

My mind’s a hazy smoke filled blur

Meant to hide my insecurity

Left to depricate in my insanity

Momentarily

I paused the world

In that room I kicked out time

Left him waiting at the door

I could hear his quiet whispers

Far away like distant rain

His love covered the blisters, open scars that scarred my mind

His arms hid the shame that cloacked just like wings upon a angel

Time rushed in like raging winds

Stopped my cheap delicate romance

I felt my lover dissipate

So softly in my arms-Sore Agbaje

Lucky Penny

I am pennies tossed aside

Left to drop on cold damp pavements

No one ever leaves a dime

Even quarters stained with grime

No one stoops down with excitement

Left to freeze in my contempt

I try to levitate, but this gravity keeps me pasted on the ground

Who will grace me with their face

Groveled down by all this waste

And I see too many footsteps

No souls but soles left to appraise

I’ve been trapped inside this maze

Left in a corner cold and dazed

Cold and Dazed

But who’s amazed

Bound in this place

With my disgrace

I am pennies tossed aside

Forgotten in the crevice of a bag

Just to be emptied in these streets

Of loneliness and defeat

I am pennies left abandoned

Beneath old and creaky couches

I am sat upon and trampeled

Who will dear to love a penny

Treasure something not worth any

He reached down into the dust

Placed me gently on his palm

And I swear I heard him whisper

Wow, today I must be lucky-Sore Agbaje

I havent been on tumblr or even written a decent poem in a while…but I’ve had a sudden rush of creative epiphany…Im having a lyrical orgasm…yummm lol!!

Generation of Googled oppinions

My love life is like a flower I refuse to water…and I know that its my fault and i could take care of it but a sick part of me enjoys watching it wilt and die and fizzles away…a part of me is so used to heartache it takes comfort in that…

16 candles

The room grew quiet. Inaudible whispers caressing their lips.Their mouths a prison for their words.

               “Aren’t you going to blow your candles dear”

I seemed to hear from a distance like the music behind a movie

Not even the anticipation in the room could move me

The candles seemed to morph into the symbol of my loss and dignity

In one glance it was a knife

the one he used for my heart

I could almost hear them laughing

Almost see them judging

If only they knew they’d all change their views

He was hi

Then he said bye

Once he learned the secrets between my thighs

And I’m disgusted by the fact that I could give it all away

Give it all away for all away for all those lies

That made e spread my legs

You didn’t even have to beg

You didn’t even have to beg

I looked down at my pure white dress

Hiding my inner mess

16 candles

Plus a year of regret

This girl that you’ve birthed

Has lost herself in her dirt

And her mind slowly recovered to the room filled with mirth

15 white candles and one flaming red

Like the stain on the bed

The innocence is dead- Sore Agbaje