Pieces of a writer✍

If wishes were roses, I would stand by each of them And say "cheese" with poses. If wishes were horses, Beggars would have choices, And I would stand by each one of them and say, " hey, pack your treasures in my boxes" And if wishes were spices for this vapid life That I could reckon my slices of joy in this acrid strife Without vices of fate shadowing me like an avid wife. And I could twice a day eat a meal unflinching of a baited knife. Then I would pick those roses, Ride off on one of those horses. Yelling to everyone dreaming, that I have a wishful spice. #repost

It's now that I am gone That you come bearing gifts Leaving pullovers over tombs As if tho the tomb had a skin to feel cold And yet when I came knocking on your door It was the bridges that let me sleep under them It's now that I am gone that you hug onto graves so tight When there were moments your hug could elevate me And yet you chose to hug yourself Now you stand as if you care Visiting day and night when you never came home even on Christmas It's now that you care Now that I am gone It's now that I am gone That you bring me flowers As if graves needed beautification As if the dead had eyes to see and a heart to feel You're enslaved by regret so you named your son after me And it's only after I was gone and couldn't see what you did And you call it honor Honoring the dead more than the living What's honor if the honored ain't live to feel honored? Now that I am gone

I shall take my leave Into the dungeons of hell For you call me a devil And I think maybe Just maybe I am indeed the devil But wasn't I once the sweet angel you loved more than anything? Didn't I give you roses and some sweet kisses too? I was even in your dreams Of the happily ever after we were meant to spend together Until you breathed in me life Awakening a beast in me I didn't know was in slumber Or did you even create this beast yourself? And now, I am this beast you see Funny enough, you're the only one with eyes to see it Don't I look familiar any more? Am I heinous you do not see me again? Well just so you know This is your creation Your words tore my heart out and put in there what makes me this beast you see now And I try to be sweet And nice and beautiful like I was once to you Beasts are ugly regardless what they do And so I try and try and try But all you see is a beast with a beautiful you And all I see is a beast trying to be with his maker But you, You hate what you created And if you don't know you did this, Let me tell you, You did this! And if you created me in your image, And can't stand the sight of me Then just know you look just like me

Why do you love roses? Are you mesmerized by its name? Or the velvety of it scarlet petals. What about the thorns? Is it as equally lovely as the flowers? Or do you peel off every one of them like they were inutile. An indigenous rose fights to hide its paleness. So it lures you a lover of rose and oh snap! It's hueless. Would you still love a colorless rose or a single error just makes it worthless? So then i ask again, why do you love roses? Would you be able to nurse a colorless rose to your preference? Or do you love a perfect rose, a stunning fragrance and that fluffy blush of it's petals? #repost

Ain't no justice if man is the ruler Ain't no justice if a man is the judge You hold a gun and tells who holds another gun And I have no gun You haul all the money in your pocket And all the laws in head You even wrote them with your hands Created in them holes you know ways around And you say the law is just When it's your law and your men in there with me Ain't no justice Sir Ain't no justice ma'am And if even I have allies who saw with their eyes And heard with their ears, Your guns scare the truth out of them Hippocrates who flee at death's sights, My soul knows they have a family to protect Are they to blame? And your guns say what truth is And your guns have power to wear a cloak of truth over lies Ain't no justice Magistrate Ain't no justice "My Lord" 👑_Elizabeth ✍

Why wouldn't I lie? The truth always seem to keep you out. It's like you love the lies than the truth You expect me to say I am a saint when I am not My answers are only benefits of doubt That you know just like you wouldn't trust just anybody, just give me that room And say I will betray you maybe Not that I plan on hurting you But just maybe After all I won't tell you I'll kill you if I plan to But I am just saying the truth That's not who I am but it's the truth And if you don't want it and will judge me, Then maybe I have to learn how to lie like the others too Then maybe, just maybe I'll get to be with you

To the hopeful one Dream my darling. You are young with a quiver full of arrows to shoot. Your eyes are innocent enough to find and steal the diamonds in the sky. Your fragile ear has never tasted the blistering bile in the words of a smiling river. Dream till you bedazzle your slumber. Because when the building collapses and the ships hit the icebergs, you will be the bones the archaeologists find beneath the rubbles. #repost

To My Dearest Friend To you my dearest whom I'm solemnly sworn to bound in platonic companionship. To you with my lost rib of which you perch on perhaps another man's tree. Or maybe are free but sees in me nothing but waves of friendship. And ties me to this eternal blistering of my heart and wishing only to be free. In these words, find my apologies as i set free myself these incarceration. I tried to cage those emotions, but they are stubborn enough to always get to me. Especially when your smile loosen their locks and shatters my confidence to debris. Can a man be friends with a lady he sees beyond platonic association? Maybe in another chapter of time can we do this. For now, I'll deliver my aching soul to time's infirmary. Hoping to nurse me, hoping to paint over those fragrance that keeps its echo in my head. And maybe, when I heal, I shall dance to those friendship drums you play. #repost

A Tango of Love-lace Ignore my actions and let me consistently entangle our love lace till we run out of ropes, then I'll slowly undo every knot and every tie until my fingers are weary and your heart synchronizes with my pattern leaving you drained of your callousness towards me. Then you'll need me to carry you through the journey over and over again till you're bounded to me by the lace. Then you will be me and i , you. #repost

I wish you would whisper in my ears where you threw the keys you unlocked your demons with. Even though you don't have to. I wish you would see how my clouds push the sun out of its place so your moon would brighten in our darkness. I wish you would see the gems my heart bleeds for you and tell me the horrors that lurk in your smile. I wish you would confide in me and tell me the obstacles in your labyrinthian life so i would leave clues in mine. Perhaps we might be walking the same path after all, dear sister. #repost

Seems like yesterday When your touch moulded little mountains on my body. When our bodies together created a riddle with the answer only known to us. When we listened to how our hearts lose its rhythm like a drunk person anytime we stared in each other's eyes. Seems like a moment that perpetually scared my mind, occasionally revealing glimpses of your jealous hair that covered up your dimples anytime i stared at them. Seems like yesterday when i let you slip out of my grasp hoping you were tied to my heart forever. #love

You hurt me bad And I wish I rather died You stabbed me where it hurt the most A place I only told you of Thinking we were a happily ever after I do not bleed but I hurt Very bad like a wounded animal But I still strive, hunting for love A love that isn't about clothes and hair and isn't your version A love that doesn't flee in the sight of my fall But stay as I'll stay and do as you do

This shell may seem old and weary. But take a closer look and you see a light within, faint and almost invisible to the eye. And yet, it screams hope, that tomorrow is going to be a better day.

You cut me and I do not bleed. Well, I've been hurt so many times I have no blood left, just flesh. 😔

You laid me bare From the womb of my mother On your alter I laid For I was your servant Even as a sperm and ovary But I do not burn I lay idle devoid of your ways But what good a sacrifice if not burnt What good a servant if not serve Light me up oh Lord! Let me burn for You That the world shall see my light And my fragrance reaches Your throrne

Once in a while, I remember you. Because you're a harsh wind I dare not forget. So deep in my happiness I conceal you. For forgetting you break the foundations I set. #draft

I am just who I want to be The fool in love Sacrificing me for you When those who have trod that path wait for my pieces. They gave their all once upon a time Believing love was an all-in game And their all was taken from them Till they bled in love and shattered into pieces. So they walk with shards in hand Ready to wage war Scaring anyone who dares to show their heart And hailing heartlessness, their bride. But who do I still want to be? The fool in love Even when I am shattered, I’ll still come back Because love tastes sweeter in pain. #poetry

You stretched me as thin as the guitar string. And still, only melody came out of me. #verse