It's been far too long, I'm feeling lifeless and weak, the scent of your flesh enters my nose when I breathe, I can feel myself, piercing your veins with my teeth, and being reborn when I drink what you bleed.
Your pulsing veins, is darkening my thought
Night after night, till I get you caught, your coming and going, is playing with my sin
but the expectations is truly making me keen.
I watch you through my window when you're walking home, I've yet to make my move, you never seem to be alone, I'll greet you outside when I get the chance, you'll fall in love with me once I put you in my trance.
Then baby doll, there is no scape
I will drink your life juice, I take it straight
Will be no complains, cause you are persuaded, from that night on
It Will be me and you, forever cursed
On this life length slaved.
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Author:
Malu (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 26th, 2017 14:26
- Comment from author about the poem: This one was written between me and my son Qleasy. He is a rapper and for me he is a poet but he says he can only write lyrics and not poetry. He wrote the first and the third verse and I inserted the others. Enjoy
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He's a poet just like his Mom , this is fun I painted a few paintings with my daughter and they are the ones I hold most special and I bet this is special also ,even though he will probably say you're a rapper not a poet
Thanks WL. For me there is not much separation between a rapper and a poet since there is many forms of poetry. I guess the only difference is that lyrics has the hooks that repeats itself. He has great lyrics and I wish he would publish them here.
Wow a vivid portrayal of desire at its fiercest - -such a good combination of talent for word.
Thanks Fay. I'm pleased that you liked it. Thank you so much.
You must have a fabulous relationship to produce work of this quality - keep working together.
Thanks Michael. I try to stir him up because he is quite and don't open himself easily. He loves music and dedicate to it since he was twelve. I told him to publish his work here but he says he is no poet. But he writes beautiful lyrics. I will try harder. Don't want to push him though.
Dear Malu, this collaboration poem between you and your son is just great! I wish my kids could write, or have an interest in poetry. You are very lucky!
As a father, while I certainly am not trying to tell you anything, I would do what you do, do not push. Let him come on his own. Writing is very personal and younger people especially are hesitant to open themselves up to other people. It does not matter whether or not he posts anything here, he is a good writer!
Thanks Fred. Yes, writing is very personal and I respect his boundaries. I'm never pushy but I just give them ideas or comment about something I find interesting. He came back living with me after two years by himself. He is better living with me. We are closer. Thanks for your comments. I appreciate it.
Like mother like son. Very cool. ; )
Thank you. Yes, kind of.
This is a very good write, your son is a poet, he may deny it but things and ideas change. Tell him that back in the time when opera was emerging it was the rap of the day.
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