Nymphos

Dear God. i hope You’re listening, i need to get close. im steady running in the same position.
i can’t get close.
my fingers hurt because i’ve been trying to pen down a letter to her & me & You for me.
im trying to be good.

these past few days i’ve been trying to get my thoughts in unison. working on harmonizing my processes & prioritizing my priorities.

im going to be raw.
i wrote letters to her but every single time i think of sending them to her, i remember that i won’t get much weight with my actions. so i throw them away.

im steady running in the same position.
she’s been thugging lately, in a good way.

i won’t even try to make sense tonight, i’ll let words flow.
nympho of the youthful mind, hold me.

play softly, the strings at the back of my mind. be attentive, this tune will catch you.
she’s stroking my medulla oblongata, painting vivid images of passion.
steady running in the same position.

ever looked at someone and feel a conversation going on between your souls? no verbal action, just distance & the space between the two of you.

im steady running from nymphos of the youthful mind.
Father, hope You’re listening. help me to not bend Your will.
i’ve been good. dry cleaned my suit, im ready to walk with You.
i need to get close. but i can’t get close to You.
but im steady running in the same position.

nympho of the youthful mind, tell me what do you want me to do to help you, help me, help you. she’s been straight thugging.

ever been so close to a beautiful conversation yet words halt at the opening and you’re left stuck with regret? days later, you remake the scenario and polish on what you could’ve said.

i wrote a letter to her & me & you for me. but i threw it away. wouldn’t have made a significant change anyway.

nympho of the youthful mind, i need to get close.
but im steady running in the same position.

she’s been thugging. hat low, sweatpants low, afro hair, smooth skin, smooth thug dancing under the moonlight.
scorpion eyes, deadly eyes. i need to get close.

nympho of the youthful mind, my gangster, i need you to stroke my medulla and play a thousand songs at the back of my mind.

im not trying to make sense, i was just trying to let thoughts flow.
Dear Father, can i run away? i want to run away with her, to a place nobody knows. us.
but please help me not to bend Your will.
send me to a golden forest, to the Garden of Eden, so she & i can be Adam & Eve.
we will be good. before then, i need to get close.

nympho, sing. sing me to sleep, sing away my troubles. i will run away with you.

Father, hope You’re listening. i need to get close, help me not to bend Your will. but i can’t get close. to You.
open the gates for me, im outside.

i need to take control of me and pour out vibes so hard the universe capsizes. nympho of the youthful mind, run away with me.

i wrote a letter to her & i & you for me. but then i threw it away.
don’t even try and make sense of the words i wrote.
don’t ask me how im feeling, just keep your eye on the poetry.

my thoughts under the watchful eye of the moon.

Teddy Bear Tribe.

Music Leads The Way To Romance

may i compare thee to a glass of red wine in a room well lit with three candles?
tonight, we’re going to paint the town with stains from our past. we’ll converse with the heart’s language, love.

tonight, the floor will be our canvas, but i will not offer you my hand, i won’t dance, because i know music leads the way to romance.
my heart yearns to fill the spaces between your fingers & take down the walls you’ve built around your naked soul.

our feet giggles and rapidly moves to the sound of Ol’ Blue Eyes. Frank Sinatra.
stop playing that damn music, im a hopeless romantic.

may i compare thee to a dying abandoned romance novel?
let me read you. let me taste you.
i crave.

tonight, you & i will be canvases. until our hearts bleed, we will write, we will sing, we will paint, we will dance, and let music lead the way to romance. but i will not offer you my hands.

lips locked. minds engaged. us, we’re blank pages.
as we dance the night away, and we forget our pain, let skin touch and thoughts crave, let music lead the way to romance.
you got me all over you.

tonight, we kick back & cover ourselves with blankets of comfort. and we listen to each others thoughts.

let me love you. i think about you as much as you never think about me. let me love you.

i was touched by the sensation coming from your throat & the vibrations created by your lips. your voice.
i drowned.

can i build a home on your mind? i’ll forever be lost in time but i don’t mind.
you. you chained me with your eyes, you choked me with your love.
but i still won’t offer you my hands, because i know music leads the way to romance.

each time you spoke, it was a reading of the chapters in your soul. you told me, you hated being alone.
i found solace in your thoughts & your free spirit.

your body is the red wine. fluid. i drank you with passion & i got drunk off of you. i drowned in your wine glass of emotions.

i can see sex in your eyes. can i? can i drown in your waterfall?
i can see agony in your mind, i can feel heated passion on your thighs.

to what can i compare thee?
my lady, if we were a secret, how long would you keep it?
you have me open.

i was afraid. if i offered you my hands, it will lead to romance. tonight, let’s just have our feet converse.
you had my heart first.

we painted the town with blue and red, with paint and regret, with all that we wanted to forget. but i will not offer you my hands because i know music leads the way to romance.

and we never cared that we painted the town, we never cared. we locked hands, for one last dance, and we let music lead the way to romance.

they said we were young. we were too young to love. but let’s just dance, and forget the world. offer me your hands, so that music can lead the way to romance.

i always tell myself about you. at times, i catch myself in deep conversation with me. talking about you. i pray one day you hear me.

need to let you sink in. need to let you sink in. tonight, tonight only, i’ll let you let me. let me love you.

all i ask, is that you pour out your wine glass. give me your hands, let’s have one dance, and let music lead the way to romance.

Teddy Bear Tribe.

Delicate Flower.

*inspired by Delicate Flowers by Talib Kweli.

this one is for the girls with the curly afro’s. and the girl who sits at home writing letters to herself. and the girl who just struts her stuff not giving a fuck.
this is for the girl who finds worth in words, and peace in illogical sentences. and for the girl i’ve fallen inlove with. this is to the girl in the streets with a baby & the single moms. and the girl who screams silently with a razor on her arm.
to the girl who reads this.
this is for you. peace, Pvnda.

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smile at the mirror & make peace with your reflection, you are amazing.
you write poetry on your skin, in the hopes that one day someone somewhere will walk past you and understand your language.

delicate flower, may i lick your mind and taste your thoughts?
i may not know you, and you may not know me, but know this, we just met.

we met in this exact moment when you read these sentences. this might sound cliché and look too practiced but i tell you, you. are. beautiful. let no one tell you otherwise. not even me.

flower, even your shadow knows you are someone worth following.
deeply rooted in the soil, with strong branches.

may i dance to the music of your heartbeat? and can i listen to the screams of your blood as it rushes through your veins?

your temple. i fell in love with your temple. the curve on face has me swinging back & forth like a mindless idiot. and the curves on your waist .. well, let’s not talk about that.

in the morning, i imagine. you with your strangely amazing messy natural hair, and no make up. just the idea.

don’t ever let a man decide your value. know your place. own your place. words are words, never let words mold your soul because words are just words.

wrap your thighs around my thoughts processes and indulge in my senses.
my mind is a dark place.
when i fell inlove with you, flowers started growing in the darkest corners of my mind.

my uncle once said to me, “take care of the women even if she’s not the one for you. atleast you’ll sleep well knowing you’ve helped someone else. in those moments you help others, you’re actually helping yourself”

thank you, G.

vibe. share. cry.

Teddy Bear Tribe.