I’m sick of boys who feel they are men… A broke mentality allergen… The ones who’s maturity failed to begin… A real man would never value their opinion… Giving advice on manhood with empty pockets… You can’t even pay attention… And never want to listen… What bothers me is how comfortable you really be… Telling your boys you wear the…
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“Candles & Cream”
Text messages transition into time coated in quality… On the road without direction… The destination is happiness… Both warm hearted yet craving cold scenarios… Her personality is sweet like lactose free ice cream… With tattooed skin smooth like silk… “I Like It” Full off of laughter and dessert… Burning off the calories by shopping for things to burn… With fire…
“Social Detox”
Some stop living from forgetting how to log in. Hate carried within their heart because of the lack of likes they are given. Striving for a cyber celebrity lifestyle to live in. As if posting clout will provide them with a pension. They’ve forgotten how to socialize outside of a touch screen. Like learning a new school subject… On how…
“Kind Words”
God was showing off when he created her to walk this earth… With a heart worth more than diamonds… Her energy is worth more than any buried treasure under the islands she travels to… She journeys everywhere except the part of heaven she originally came from… You become jealous whenever you watch the breeze from the beach cuddle her as…
“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…
“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……
“If Music Was A Woman”
Just hearing the sound of your voice makes me vulnerable… Your beats breaks down my body… Your diversity determines my dances… And your vocals sounds like wedding vows… You pick out the perfect sounds to place into my soul… I am addicted to your lips and lyrics… It was love at first song… I want to massage every music note…
Ricky Maeweather 