My Very First Poem: Unique by Danzell j. Franklin

Sometimes I wonder Why?

Why do ppl test me?

Why do u play ur games?

Is it cause of my skin!!

Or is it cause of my face

Is it cause of my personality!

Or my mystery

Well ima stop wondering cause

no matter what

No one can ever!!

walk in my shoes

No one can ever!

see my point of view

No one can ever!

Look thru my window

No one can ever

See what I see

nobody can be!

me

And who am I

Im the king of this stressful game of chess

called life

Im the super hero in a world populated with onlii one

wishing for an outsider

Im this vessel that has a purpose to succeed in a horrible life

But Infact I dnt think of my life as horrible

But The raw material of my life is disappointment

hardship and struggle

that defines it as horrible

But the gifts that I possess helped me to Succeed

It Helped me to make do

It helped me believe

It helped me to stand out from the rest

It made me unique

-By Danzell J. Franklin

A Romantic Poem: I Love You by Danzell j. Franklin

Baby girl ya eyes is a blaze of sunshine

mixed with the shyness of the moon

My heart is following you through ya meadow

Its trusting ur way

even if its being lead to its doom

Because of the way we shine together

The aura we make can break through any gloom

But both our hearts have cracks

And both our backs

Still have stab wounds

With our love we can regenerate

And heal those cracks and wounds and start off new

Freshly baked love will have its way in our hearts soon

When we kiss our love goes on a romantic journey

It would be stuck in slow motion

Gently taking its time because

It would be no need for us to hurry

Our feeling will be perfectly combined

And produce something without Worry

Stress or lies

Something wonderful would come up

something spiritual will arise

And I won't hold back my love

Even at time of disaster

We will make it through the flood

Because all that we have to do

is to acknowledge this warm breathtaking truth

That you love me and I love you

-By Danzell j. Franklin

This is my first love poem: Sugar Sweet by Danzell j. Franklin

Your essence is one of beauty I can feel you near

Every blessive night I gaze into the moonlight thinking of you

Later In my dreams you reappear

with ur warm smile I feel joy and comfort

My Soul is glad your here

Your essential sweet power that is love

I would like to share

Share it in harmony and grace

Let it become structurally immovable

Let it be impossible to break

Let love be love and flourish in its fate

When you happen to call mint baby green

It gently Opens up my smile and then and there

I knew you were my mate

Damn ur so great

Your smile is softly bright and wide so everytime I see it

Its like my lil heavens gate

When I first laid eyes on you I knew leaving without ur name

Will be a bad thing on my take

It would have been a mistake

A skipped question on my lively ditto

And now my heart is a bed for a angel

In it

Rest your head on my beloved pillow

Make it ur sweet warm loving piece of home

With you its like my life is foreshown

I want to put my warm moist lips on your sweet neck

Go about that spot til a seductive sexual tingle make you softly whisper

"Honey bubbles dont stop keep going that's my spot"

And I'll listen

Its ur nonchalant beauty and your kind aura which got the others beat

Honey bubbles Is what you call me

And I call you my sugar sweet

-By Danzell j. Franklin

This Living Thing by Danzell j. Franklin

As I glanced upon this living thing

That has many connections

Without using any strings

But all that is connected

Leads to a lot of green

But money isn't wat I mean

The green im using has a life

Because the green is a living thing

That also changes colors

And is connected to mother nature dreams

Also I've notice this living thing stands tall and high

And watches over its peers like a mother bird watching its nest

High within the sky

But this living thing can't fly

It can't walk

It can't talk

But sure enough it can die

And deep within the cool swift breeze from the wind

U can hear the living thing softly cry

Because the world we all live in is slowly about 2 die

If u actually listen to ur environment

U'll understand that this living thing could never lie

Cause a lie is only in human nature

This living thing can also bleed

But not blood but in fact a nutritious liquid

that we decide to use when we feed

And without a mouth

This living thing eats non-living things

Which means

It makes its own food

And doesn't complain cause

it is what it favors

It is what the living thing is obligated to choose

And we take its life away

Now your asking yourself

What can this be?

What is this living thing?

That I've once glanced upon that I've actually seen

Well This living thing which I've glance upon is actually

A living tree

It had all these hidden features

that only a creative eye can really see

-By Danzell J. Franklin

Walking in this Street Alone by Danzell j. Franklin

Im walking in this street alone

And as I walk down this street I watch

People on the sidewalk go by

No matter how many people I see

They can't notice me

Cause like a ghost no one really knows that im here

But as I watch, as I observe

Life as another

I experience something that is new

Something that is fresh

Something that I lack

Within my existence and I envy.

Then I proceed down my route of this lonely street

And I can't help but wonder why do I lack?

Why can't I equip myself with these unobtainable things?

Is it cause my destiny actually has a limit?

Or is it that the way I observe my life

Forms a blockage to my true happiness.

And with that

Im stuck in wonder

So i continue my walk down this street alone.

But deep down in my mind

The life of another haunts my presents

And it makes me day dream of a fake alternate life

As my own.

But yet I walk down this street alone

Anxiously anticipating the next block

So I can make a turn

So I can change my route

So I can finish my journey

In a new direction allowing fate to guide me

Cause in the end fate always wins

This street which I walk upon is life itself

And im walking down in life alone

Every STEP I LIVE and every STOP I CRY

So if I FALL I would certainly DIE

That's why I walk in this street alone

No one

can live my life

No one

can walk my street

I was born to walk in this street alone.

-by Danzell J. Franklin