I'm Akilah. I'm an extremely creative soul, I love writing, filming, singing, and composing. Any form of art can pull at my heart strings. Art is the ultimate form of expression, and expression is the ultimate way to live.
My boyfriend and I are pretty open about everything. We pretty much know that even if we say something that may upset the other we will work it out easily.
Your sharp kiss runs across my wrist. Should I give myself in. Your supple voice so lemon kissed But I'm more into sin.
A free verse I wrote a while back. I also adapted it into a poem. Critique is encouraged ^.^ ____________________ I run your sharp kiss across my wrist. Should I give in. You call to me.
You make me the happiest person in the world. I know the years to come will be extremely difficult with us being separated but it's all for the greater good and our life together.
Little stripes of honor. I wear them with pride. Counting each flaw, your eyes gaping wide Little tiny tokens. Most sovereign release A scream and a tear then an odd sense of peace.
From left to right, from day to night You are ever changing. Always rearranging. And all my words feel wrong. From death to life.
Each day each meal is a battle within. Some days my hunger seems to win. As I live this unbalanced life. Balancing me beneath this knife. Some days I can't control myself.
I wish I had my apathy. Where nothing really mattered. No emotions binded me. For my soul was shattered. I wish I had my apathy. So I could feel no pain. So days like this would not exist.
What dreams may come both dark and deep Of flying limbs and soaring leap As I surrender unto sleep..
You'll go back to smiling just like me A picture drab as stone A girl whose all alone Her eyes a slight reflection, Perhaps some past rejection A subtle hint of your memory And without a thing...
Our sour love song can't you see. You and I were meant to be And though we've lasted, you and I One of us will surely die.
Our sour love song can't you see. You and I weren't meant to be And if we lasted, you and I One of us would surely die.
Clawing, gnawing let me be Sexual immorality That's not me I do not know Why this man won't let me go Push or shove or just say no.