Toxic waste runs through my viens… I’m never going to be your donor for the things you dream… My bank account is my commitment… I can’t afford any other distractions… But I will pay attention to your problems… A penny for my thoughts is priceless… Spending time definitely cost… Free time is myth in my lifestyle… I’m out of stock……
Tag: artist
“2018”
I came across an element covered in melanin… With the power of placing butterflies within your soul unannounced, just off of her appearance alone… One of them resting upon her shoulder… Constantly evolving into a mogul of manifestations… She was the mother nature of my emotions… A black romance novel with never ending pages… Society’s psychic… I wonder if she…
“Galaxy Therapy”
It’s amazing how a fallen star can land in New York and end up blessing the lone star state of Texas with its presence… A walking mural of motivation… It’s beauty is hotter than 98 degree summer days… Carrying a big heart while building an even bigger and better future… Always shining bright wherever spotted… With a smile that can…
“Always Dope”
Karma was kind to me like her characteristics for placing her in my vicinity… Intuitive in knowing what’s needed to initiate vibes that are always invigorating… Equipped with a fast paced personality bound to go far, that’s sweet at the same time, like throwing gummy bears at a moving car… Beautifully brown like oatmeal cookies fresh out the oven even…
“Endless”
You’re a valcano that erupts diamonds from your voice every time you speak… And I want to hug you tight enough until I suffocate your insecurities right out of your skin… Reach the perfect score in pleasing you unlike others that failed in the past… Your well being matches the rhythm of my heartbeat… And your kisses compliments my craving…
“210 Teas Open Mic Night 2/2023”
“My Honest Poem”
My name is Ricky… I was born on the 15th of December… 1989… I take pride in being a Sagittarius. Both blunt and bold… My heart speaks what my mind struggles to say… Even when my mouth is sealed shut. If body language was a martial art, I would be a Grand Master by now. Trusting my chi to strengthen…
“Dreams”
When your eye lids finally clock out from blinking… You find yourself sinking into a deep sleep as if the sand man invited you into his castle… And your body lies still like a compressed flower in your journal… Your mind may wander into the atmosphere… And your emotions ignites the images trailored by your thoughts… Causing you to star…
“BLACK” Poem
“#1 Fan”
Fall in love with everything about yourself… Support yourself through the great times and struggles… Admire your own ambition… Find happiness within your conscience to help eliminate your anxiety… Your confidence is too pure to be mistakened for cockiness.. Your existence inspires the sun to shine as the world rotates… Shower in self love… High self esteem opens your pores……
Ricky Maeweather 