Pure Poems

I miss my homie like a dead love one
He was as bright as the sun.
Reading what he wrote was always fun.
His love 4 his people if weighed would be more then a ton.
Yea the best always has to go.

Club scenes are no more just the norms,

Never had the wild parties in college dorms,

So high on life don't need to drink,

Have I Lived?

I hear my breath going in and out,

I can feel the pulse of my heart,

drumming blood through every vein,

but have I lived?

The part of me that sits next to me,

Is a piece that we call our heart.

This will expand with pride and even fall a part.

But no matter the outcome

Temptress

The morning air soft as the  touch of a petal

moving gently through the sun lite hues

making room for the voices

enchanted by the view

along in complete solitude