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Fresh out the box
Fresh out the box by Richard Perez
We are… fresh out the box. Her flesh has got me love drunk like scotch on the rocks. She’s dressed so stunning, she stops the tick tock on the clocks. Tick tock tick tock tick… dot dot dot, and it stops. So hot hot hot, and she’s got me feeling feverish. When I see her it’s like love at first sight, but over and over. I just want to show her that it’s she who gets me looking forward to a new day. And this all sounds physical so I want to describe us in a whole new way. I don’t want to sound typical because that’s exactly what we are not.
We are… like… like… nothing you’ve ever seen before. There isn’t an accurate metaphor to give what we got justice, but what can I say? We just is. Whenever I blink I feel like I just missed another beautiful moment because each moment with her is just bliss. And whenever we touch lips, the rush is like I get sent to heaven and back to earth. And on top of that, she’s worth every minute and every second.
We are… pretty much always together, but when we’re not it feels like forever. And when she’s in my arms, she probably feels like I won’t ever let her go, but just to let her know, I won’t ever. What we have right now, I want to make it even more better. Badder grammar, but a little more clever. And I’ll do anything, any little endeavor because ever since that beautiful day that I met her, I’ve been feeling high and light as a feather. Yes this is a love poem, a love letter. It’s just for her, and I’m the sender.
(written 09/15/10)
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Dancing Soul
Dancing Soul by Richard Perez
Tough… I know it gets, but no regrets. The glow is red in my eye, but I’m ready and the show is set. No more lies. I go instead to the values of more respect. No more doubt. No more pity. I drive the same route to the city where my soul sets free. May the earth forget me. At times, a soul only needs one other, no more than she, drifting together so gorgeously. My flow, it seeks the words to go in beat with the heart, and deep from the start. Complete with each part, each line, each word, to express my heart, my mind, my world. But even then, nothing can describe my awe other than a silence so subtle. Speechless, but with thoughts with a license for trouble for they go out of control. Manic, but my thoughts and emotions amount to my soul. And from there, there is nothing but love, nothing but sparked passion, and music so loud, that my soul starts dancing.
(written 06/23/2010)
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Tough
Tough by Richard Perez
I’ve been tripping. Sinning off of the conditions I’ve been in. Lying on the same linens, feeling unwilling to limit my limits’ effects on me. Eventually, my feet have to essentially stand on the ground independently. My soul judges my brain, condescendingly. I’m in the red. I’m in the wrong. And in my head, it’s been too long to go back. My flow’s wack with negativity, and I know that I’ve been fooling myself, ruining my health with self-destructive activities. I’ve losing my self-constructive abilities, and I’m stuck. What the fuck? I’m stuck. What the fuck? Note to self: sober up; it’s not over… tough.
(written 06/21/2010)
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Really Cool
Really Cool by Richard Perez
You’ve got eyes that kill, like ice they chill my bones. The tone of your voice might steal my heart that passionately feels these emotions so real. But truthfully, I feel ill. How does one deal with a love not sealed by a kiss? This isn’t a free meal on a dish. This is how a cut feels on the wrist. I could be healed by a wish come true. I’m really that one who falls in love silly with one view. I’m willing to do what we know we really want to. Recently, I’ve been holding back. I boldly lack being bold. It’s you I want to hold, and I know this track and where it leads to. I need you. I’ll be patient, for our time thus far has only been a preview for the feature presentation. I hate waiting, especially for a deeper designation in your life. As I wait, I get nervous, and I start thinking is this worth it and do I deserve this? But then I keep thinking about our first kiss, which is still yet to be another one of my finest memories. I’m looking for the right time, and it better be perfect for all the time we exerted because we earned this. Happiness, sappiness, love, all of the above, just one kiss is enough to knock down that first domino. And all I know is that this fool thinks you’re beautiful and really cool, and that you’re just… really… cool.
(written 05/16/2010)
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Gorgeous Addiction
Gorgeous Addiction by Richard Perez
Twists and turns of turning hips, and burning lips. Tell me. How can fire feel so moist? My blood rejoices and boils to every touch of her body as she coils around my own. Friction in a love story, never fiction, and I’m fixated on this adventure. This expedition of my gentle propositions replied with her permission to clench her hands with mine. And her grasp is so tight, so tight. So right in ways that are so wrong to speak of, but I love being wrong. My being is gone because she takes it away to a place somewhere between dreams and imagination, and leaves my body between sheets and sweet sensations. Sweet to the taste, the aftertaste, and later I know I’m going to crave her, this flavor that never satisfies the hunger, but only makes it greater. A gorgeous addiction, and I’m gorgeously addicted, with no intention to openly fix it. Soon to be a habit, and I’m not willing to kick it. I’m high off the fumes from her excessive exhaling functions, and I become consumed by my own daring consumptions.
(written 03/20/10)
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Spoken Word
Spoken Word by Richard Perez
My style has a few but not many metaphors, I think that’s better for me because I like forming phrases that raises the level of my own poetry, even if there isn’t necessarily a greater meaning. So higher I can reach when it comes to the flyer words of speech. Don’t visualize what I’m saying just listen. I individualize my phrasing, no precondition. I like rhyming, finding different ways to flow in different timing. I can fly without having to flap, which means I can rhyme without having to rap. But I’d rather have no label, the word “poet” is able to express who, what, where, why and how we write. Because poets demonstrate through words, how we fight. Our tongues and lips our like fists, and our words are like punches and strangling grips, when we want them to be. But recently and constantly, my words have been about love. My own decision, to pick my words with precision to gorgeously fit in sometimes-awkward positions, but that’s love in my own tongue’s freedom. You may read them, but they’re not meant to be read, they’re meant to be said to a crowd, a friend, or that special someone I rehearsed it to in my head. You see, my poetry isn’t complete until it is heard. So I complete it, through the use of spoken word.
(written 02/28/10)
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The Creation of a New Emotion
The Creation of a New Emotion by Richard Perez
We lock eyes for only half a second. But as for the message, I get it. Likewise, she gets mine. I must say that this time, I got to meet this girl who’s this fly. So we both glance once more, just for confirmation. It’s confirmed, and we smile with no hesitation. Our eyes lock again, but for a longer duration. And as we stare we walk towards each other to start conversation. My heart’s racing like speed was laced in my sprite. I’m feeling high as a kite. My jaw hurts from my bite. My head is feeling light, and its time to let out my right hand. I stand in such an awkward position. But when our hands meet, it changes my condition. All it takes is one touch of her tender skin, and relaxation settles in at the same time high doses of adrenaline. So what the fuck is this? I think I’ve just witnessed the creation of a new emotion. I have no explanation of the origin, but suddenly I feel it raging more within. Possibly it’s from somewhere between her brown eyes and mine, her fingers and mine. I am not sure, but the feeling is definitely one of a kind. One at a time each part of my body goes numb. My legs almost lock, I almost feel dumb. It’s a simple analysis, her touch, her sight, and even her scent can give a man paralysis. So what’s the diagnosis? Is this emotion poisonous? Seeping through my skin like osmosis? Well I’m not feeling normal right now. Did I have too many doses? If I did, I don’t care, and I never will. That’s just how good this new emotion feels. And I don’t want to name it because I’m afraid the name might change it. Instead I’ll just savor it, and express it to the one that gave me it.
(written 10/03/09)
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Intro to One Night Beauty
Intro to One Night Beauty (for spoken word) by Richard Perez
Her elegance is effortless. Her presence is evidence of the existence of a greater being because what I’m seeing causes me to be needing a prayer. Save the praying for later because I can’t wait for an answer. What do I say to her? Whatever words come out of my mouth, I hope they are laced with divine intervention because in regards to our connection, there’s nothing to mention. It’s sad but true, but I’m glad that she’s even in the same room as me. I see this as my only opportunity, the glance that she makes. This chance I better take. Let her wait, and soon enough it’s too late. So I play the game like a player. One hour later…
(written 12/07/09)
