Pocahontas Velasquez

It was finally about time that I write you a poem
A collection of Johnny words that you can call all your own
A connection of subjects, adjectives and verbs
All put together to come up with this verse
I know little of you
But a lot of how you look
In a man's imagination
Your pictures can fill up a book
Your facial expressions
Sometimes cute, sometimes funny
Sometimes goofy, sometimes crazy
But with a smile always dipped in honey
And eyes sent from Heaven
A jawline of a cheetah
When you walk past the pigeons
They just can't believe that
Everything on you is real
You don't have a receipt for your curves
You were born the way you are
Nicole Pocahontas Velasquez.

In Times Of Sickness

The bell has rung
The girl has won
Her prize: a man
With which to have fun
And share news with
Both good and great
And in times of sickness
He'll bring the plate
And a glass of juice
Onto her bed
Then fluff her pillow
Under her head
Then run the water
For the warm bath
Then watch her sleep
As the hours pass.

Love Is Work

I'm not one to gossip
But I'm the first to tell
That life with you and all you bring
Is such a fairytale
I'd be silly to dismiss
The role of God in all of this
And ignorant to ignore
My good deeds done before
Meeting you was lucky
Loving you is work
But when you love what you do
It never feels like work

Eva "Evil Ruins" Ruiz

Dear liver this 
Dear liver that
Dear hangover assault
When the night ends at 4
It got dark past midnight
Fistfight invite
ATM withdrawals
Jameson hits walls
Dear day 1: I won't drink again!
Dear day 2: Hey alcohol how you been?
Dear day 3: I've been okay how about you ?
Dear day 4: Reunited and it feels so good.

The 13th Rose (MP)

Once upon a time

Before the 13th rose

Came a girl named rhyme

And a boy named prose

Who met on time on an untimely route

Then never once asked "how'd this chemistry come about?"

Instead they were led by the instinct in their heads

Combined with the interest of a kid in another little kid

Playing in the sand with their ragdoll's hair as they stand and they sit

Impatient as kids on Christmas Eve or on Easter Day

In each other we found the purpose that

Like has for each and everyone of us

We met, locked hands and got on the bus

Destination who knows?

Characterized by "heys" and hugs

Roses are red

Violets are blue

Hello, how are you rhyme?

I think I like you...

White Widow

I light the flame of pure escape

I run side by side with just enough self-hate

I hide on clouds and glasses made for shots

I'm probably lying more often than not

I'll cry you a river

If you sing me a song

I'd never buy it again

If I could weather the storm

He's such a creep after just ten hits

He's so annoyed that he throws bitchy fits

I can't separate him from me

I don't really want to

Because it's comforting

Inhuman Condition

Live long and prosper

Have a nice day

You crack a false smile

And walk your own way

Death awaits those

Who strive to live

In the end of the fable

You're the fugitive

Walk on by

And don't look down

Step every step

With a firm and happy frown

Desperate actions

Inherent fear

Choke on the oxygen

Go blind in the clear

It's not your place

To lecture me

I'm always right

My insecurities

Back me up

And shut you up

So leave me alone

And come over at eight