Acacia_Akasha's Blog

I wrote this piece one night when I woke up horny but, then I thought dang I am single. What a single women to do fantasize and take care of herself....If you know what I mean. This piece isn't for immature people or judgemental people. Its straight from me. Have any questions hit me up.I love to write poetry this is how i release stress and tension. Enjoy Ms. Jackson Intimate submissions When you speak My senses are shattered It's as if the tantalizing aroma Of your being Is caressing the lonely corridors of my soul Out of fear I lose myself In the mind numbing maze 'till I feel the taste of your flesh upon my lips The sight of you fills an insatiable hunger In my pleasure spot Igniting primitive urges in my heart to conquer We become two animals Engaged in a heated battle for love and lust At one point I pull You down and pounce Upon your back While you thrust into the wetness of my being Binding our souls as one I roll and buck in our heated moment Sinking my nails and teeth into your back While locking my legs around your neck The harder you thrust The more lubricated I become Sweating Almost as if I can fit myself upon Your soul Until we are paralyzed Emitting roars and screams As the passions escapes us Locking us in a never ending embrace After our paralytic alliance has subsided Our souls drift to the present time Causing us to slowly unwind Yet making it necessary for us to touch Almost like we are addicted Giving me the definition of Primal rage Primal passion And making this An intimate submission

I wrote this piece when my close friend lost her baby. He was only two he didn't deserve to move on yet. She wanted to kill herself but, I refused to allow any of my friends to go that route. So I just wrote about alot of issues that was running through my head at times.Enjoy

in and effort to express

the method to my madness i write

i write in a way that u feel what i say

and your mind is lifted on a ride to help visialize

the things that my imagination cries

Like how i am able to personify

the words in my mind

taking you on an emotional,

physical and sensational ride

Making you fell tingly inside

My words come from a passion

i cant describe

its just hope that keeps me alive

hoping my words help you to rise

from you deep sea of lies.

Lies of whats goin on inside

claiming you've never felt the way i do.

In an effort to express your inner self i write for you

the method to my madness is easy to express

it just requires you to listen and tell your heart the truth

or to listen to what im goin thru.

so in order to capitilize on the creativity of my mind

i relax with the pen and seem to write in sync with time

life sems to flow thru me

materializing with her own beats and rhymes.

I dont just write for me i write for the way things should be

or at least used to be

We used to have mad love and respect for each other

but instead we murder our brothers

with bullets and knives

coming from our lips and eyes

steady killing the brother the moment he tries to rise

And our sisters losin their lives

to the wrong guys

i write for you to be strong

I write for the mothers losing their babies

right in front of their eyes

please dont cry this one's for you

And for the brothers in the pen

who MAY come out as changed men i write to inspire u.

I write for those who cant walk, talk, sing, or crawl

to express those thoughts for you

And for those being themselves

different and loud

i write to make u feel as proud of u as i do

I write to express the uniqiness in me

i write because im being myself

and damnit i wont be anyone else

why write you ask?

and if you still cant see

i write in hopes to bring about peace.....

Ms. Jackson

every day i used to dream and make believe whine and complain abut the way things should be but now i jus live for me being happy complete and me I have this sudden clarification and i have come to the realization that i am sumthing rare and why should i waste time wondering about why you cant seem to see and how u could be so blind But i believe in me and i believe things will be jus the way they should be so that jus means i continue on in me I see now that i have a future i jus had to find the way Living day by day love will one day swing my way till then the war on life begins the battle to not end up like my peers doped up, and weed growin out they ears wastin years in jail keep goals to continue to stay and respect God and find peace The love in my poetry pours out my eyes, drips of my lips and in to your ear giving your brain that fix it needs to feel hooked to something makin u a lyricaddict which is a safe addiction keeps u fixed, on you toes lifts you high and drops you low all in the matter of how i spit my ryhmes slowly becoming a mastermind mastering more than rhymes but even ur mind in a way that u benefit our kind as black men and women we need to survive and continue to rise we were once the hope and dream of the slave but brothers and sisters what are we today? Ms. Jackson