Friday, December 11, 2009

straight jacket love

...and the rocking begins
back and forth i fill my head with unnecessary dreams
over-the-top little inquisitions
brain swimming in the pond of the impractical
i struggle through it
giving sugarless smiles
and half-hearted answers and nods
as heartache simmers in the pot of burning insanity
crazy in love
psychotic in lust
disturbed in the withdrawal of everything...
and I discover my own simple diagnosis
not all there...
because you are not here...

(c)Pryncess Poetiq, 2009.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Untitled Quickie

Every night lies poetry on my pillow
so slow and melodic,
expressions and subconcious thinking spills onto every thread count
embedding them with the stories of my life.

(c) Pryncess Poetiq, 2009.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Carnal Conscious

auto-focused on caramel glazed skin
instantly sucked in by the lusciousness...pressing
against the cocoa of me...
too breathless to call out his name,
i rely on the palpitations beating a rhythm
much like the ebb...and...flow of our bodies
releasing emotions through the song of moans
our music becoming a harmonious sinful edge...
the drips of our sweat rain into the sheets
as his thrusts elevate their frequencies to overload
and I no longer control this erotic madness...
and start to
...resurrected, by reality.

(c) Pryncess Poetiq, 2009.

Thursday, October 22, 2009


his heart thumps against hers
giving her codes detected by her own,
signaling those passionate beating rhythms
as the satisfaction of them being there,
close and with undying passion...
the wind blows,
scattering the dance of leaves around them,
as if even nature notices the magic that they possess
such a glow,
the highlight of an otherwise day of normalcy
their love,
the simple focus of an invisible world.

(c) Pryncess Poetiq, 2009.

Sunday, October 11, 2009

The Brew

"When the wind through the window
Blows across your pillow
And tells you sleepin' is wrong
If love goes a thirstin'
'Till you feel like burstin'
Then nothin' but the blues are brewin'..."
--Billie Holiday and Louis Armstrong "The Blues Are Brewin'"

...And the brewage inebriates my soul

waiting for the moon to light the path to what makes me whole

because the answer lies no where else,

I know nothing but the pain

when your departure makes the rain

circling puddles of wonder within myself...

and I crave for you

like the hunger of a thousand taboos

stirring in my stomach, harsher than the butterflies,

no matter about all the wrongs

in my heart, you still hold a sweet little song

of what we have built, even if it's a passionate lie...

my blues are cold like the hue in which they resignate

as your heart hides and hesitates

to marinate beyond the reach of our fire,

fermented memories lost and blind

with covered eyes, and closed off mind

as Billie sympathizes my desire...

Satchmo's trumpet becomes my story

and I'm hoping the morning will bring me glory

because the brew is quickly turning stale,

silly of me, wanting what's no longer mine

still, I long for our sparkled time

knowing he is forever of no avail...

(c) Pryncess Poetiq, 2008.


the room is aflame
ignited with our passion
a hell of pleasure...

(c) Pryncess Poetiq, 2009.

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Love Still...

mind is a rebel...
trying to run away
from the truth
I'm drowning
in the waterfall
above my head
it won't wash
this feeling away
starting to believe
that freedom
is just an illusion...
maybe I'm safe
from my weaknesses
my personal rain has fallen
in liquified incognito
and the shower
is too loud
no one
can hear my cries...
shows up again...
and I wish
and I crave
for my fingers
to go through those
soft braided curiosities
otherwise I dread him,
and it adds fueled irony
to fire
that slowly burns
into more emotional infernos...
am hopeless...
until perfumed lather
awakens my senses
kidnapping me
when my will is free
in temporary relief,
and away from missed memories
that I now possess
far and alone.

(c)Pryncess Poetiq, 2007.

My Man

butterflies dance beneath the surface of my body
at the mere sliver of you
just the crevice of you would be enough
whipped cream to an already sweetened dream..., man...
delectable in spirit and skin,
lips stung by beauty and masculinity
eyes, captured in deep thoughts and intrigue...
oh, man...
you go to my head
like ice cream swallowed much too swiftly
your touch causes my soul to freeze
into a realm of our togetherness and sensuality
and please don't let this thaw...
...yes, man...
i want you for infinities
long after the earth dies out and becomes dust,
and if we were two lonely grains of sand
i'd only hope we'd never be whisked apart... man.

(c) Pryncess Poetiq, 2009.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009


you feel like springtime
while snow twinkles under moonlight
and ice is crushed below moving tires outside your window...
you unhibernate me
releasing the caged bird of my most sweetest modesty
and i love
and i scream...
screaming like i could never have 2morrow
all that matters
and all that's left is
this night
this moment
lost in us
losing my purity, innocence and me.

© Pryncess Poetiq, 2009.

Sun, Moon and Stars (Haiku)

the sun will decay
and the moon will birth night, till...
a dream that stars you.

(c)Pryncess Poetiq, 2009.

Meditation of Infatuation

My posture...sitting in lotus position
as unrealistic contemplations
overcrowd my thinking space
leaving no vacancies for fresh deliberations
he is dreamy
hotel accommodated in my brain
& who knows when check out time is...
wondering what personified fragrance he is wearing
& how it would smell rubbed off on me
inquiring what mix of flavor his lips would be
if they were to graciously touch mine...
I want a taste of his forever
so that I can receive the recipe
to get to his heart
his love is like a heavy downpour
& I'd take the risk of getting wet
but he is unreachable
like a never-ending mountain
that I cannot grasp to the top of....
& it crumbles down on me
dissatisfaction on my tongue
hard not to swallow its thick consistency
the funk of this impractical meditation
tricky to disinfect my spirit.

(c) Pryncess Poetiq, 2005.

Paint You

I love to paint you

without a paintbrush

colors, or an easel...


I paint you within the strokes

of my pen,

its magical...

more beautiful,

the way your energy feeds my soul to


I think of you softly between

metaphors, freeverse

and pretty cursive,

just as your kisses become haikus...

when I paint you

we dance between limericks,

and your smile translates to art,

your idyllic soul, gentle as watercolors

transforms scribbles to poetry,

to create a masterpiece

already all my own...


Cruel Memory

In the genesis of our existence

our passion was fresh

pure, looking for emotions to become concrete

he left me with a sense of assurance

my heart obtuse

but heedless to what hindered us to be complete

reminiscent as a warm November

we were beautiful with the feeling of timelessness

although the time rendered us unusual

then the sand of our hourglasses

had surrendered their last grain

and the perception of our souls were no longer mutual

he is a cruel memory

as the rain of my irises

are constantly strewn all over the floor

my dreams are just a torturing imagery

of how your conclusion bullies my seclusion

but will I ever not love you anymore?

only the brokenhearted could understand

how much pain is involved

when all you have is love's silhouette

and just like a defaced masterpiece

he's something I don't want to remember

but left struggling to forget.

(c) Pryncess Poetiq, 2006.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009


all she wants is something simple and gentle
feeling it softly along the length of her body and strength
a sensitive spot in her heart
wants to be noticed
as it beats agaisnt her sugary ignorance
her sensual smile speaks to every guy she wants to know
hoping they will decipher her code...
but one by one
they enter her blind
and her eyes are closed, too.

(c) Pryncess Poetiq, 2007.

Good Night

I caressed the soft kink of his long locks
intertwined into my curious fingers
he laid with closed eyes
allowing me to massage his mind
our thoughts floated freely
into the bedroom air
we're relaxed
from prior ecstasies
our body heat like chemistry
kinetic vibes of aromatic warmth
rested in dignified tranquility
his passionate eyes looked into mine
fingers stroking my face
as if it was too delicate to touch
he made long, invisible trails into my chocolate skin
and told me of his love
so influential like poetic verses
his voice weaved me into euphoric rhapsodies
beyond Earth
dancing among the stars and moon
and we lay
face 2 face
heavy eyelids draped slowly
until nothing but peaceful darkness...

(c) Pryncess Poetiq, 2006.


silence is a wall between us
and I refuse to break the breach of peace
the signature of my anger is on the dotted line

my inner being to love you is clouded
even when it's strong as an obsession
and I still anticipate you being mine

we are a distant existence
and my love has become more of a challenge
as my impulse throbs for us to grow

tired of the safe satisfaction
one that does not complete this puzzle
of waiting for a concious status to glow

I search for solace in my solitude
and I'm soon headed for a permanent departure
as the moon promises to glisten my tears

an insane struggle to contemplate over hurt feelings
and wonder if love will ever manifest through us
intensely multiplying my fears

please look at me
I'm edgy, walking on a tight rope
and your absence decreases it to a thinner line

my inner being to love you is clouded
my faith for us is weakening
and I ponder how much longer I'll wait for you to be mine...

(c) Pryncess Poetiq, 2008.

Indian Summer

The amber glow of sun
highlights the hue of my iris
as I sit just before the murky waters
70 degrees welcome me
to enjoy its zephyr
while I luxuriate in the rain
of golden parched leaves
birds sing lulling melodies
and in this moment
worries go into a folder of oblivion
and i close my eyes...
to thank God for his creativity.

(c) Pryncess Poetiq, 2006.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

In Her Sleep

she talks in her sleep,
lulled into a subconcious world
having a conversation with her dreams...
she speaks of white picket fantasies,
the humble life of togetherness
created by the beginnings of love...
and of course she says she loves him,
her soul deeply rooted and drenched in a existence
sweetly sprinkled with raptures
that her reality doesn't know of...
and although she's oblivious to these ramblings of desire,
her spirit knows that when the sleeping is over
she will hope it'll find its own way
to a wide awake heart.

(c) Pryncess Poetiq, 2009.

Monday, August 24, 2009

Untitled 2

I stare at the liquid hues of a beautiful dream
wishing that I could jump in to absorb
but you increase the level of my restraint
as my affection seems to go unnoticed
uncared for and abandoned
and I'm scared I'll drown into a false sense of security...
I dip the toes in, stirring the mere surface of it all
feeling so warm and inviting,
but you float away and I look away
staying dry in denial until the tears drop into the shallowness
rippling the waves of my heartache...
so for now, I keep my eyes on the lovely deep end
hoping that I'll be swimming soon...

(c) Pryncess Poetiq, 2009.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Moonlit Observation

Such luck when the moon enters the room
just as you remove your shirt
it illuminates the glory of honeyed melanin
electrifying the rush of my heartbeat...
then the craving begins for me to touch this wondrous skin
and let the soft warmth lull my traveling fingers
my lips and tongue will take the same journey
then caress the intricate kink of your hair...
instead I vow to celebrate the happenstance for a while
a moment in time that will never be the beautiful same again.

(c) Pryncess Poetiq 2009.

Ode To Newness

I humbly thank the moon for imitating the brightness in his eyes
and many complements to the many many stars
as they are equal
to the endless times our lips have touched…
yeah, I’m all absorbed in
the syrup of bliss
and you’d think I’m done,
but wait
just wait
until sunrise…

© Pryncess Poetiq 2009.

Spoken Word: Saul Williams, "Amethyst Rocks"

This is from the movie, "Slam".






















Pink Housecoats and Ice Cream

Submerging myself in dim silence and a composition tablet
I try to think of a metaphoric idea to use for the sound
of my heartbreak,
I'm thinking I could use 'burst', 'crack' or 'crash'
really, it is as silent as it happened in the first place...
and I didn't even see it coming,
maybe it happened in the nap I took
'cause once upon a few hours ago, I was alright
silently pretending I didn't care
and I was better than what some guy did...
but now I feel like those girls
with their pink housecoats and ice cream
puffy red eyes glued to a sad chick flick
yes, I 'boo-hoo' in the same boat...
uneasiness coats my skin,
wanting my chest to liberate the love anxiety
that intoxicates my soul,
drunken lies influence their way into my head
and sways me into thinking I'll never love again...
then writer's block tells me to put the damn pen down
but not before writing a small list
consisting of pink terrycloth, a sad movie and a tub of butter pecan...

(c) Pryncess Poetiq 2006.

Hopeful Romantiq

I confess!
I have bubble gum dreams of walks in the rain
and my poetry speaks with cupid's arrow in her back,
I wish for a Shakespearean love story with no tragedy
feel giddy about relationships I'm not even in
and go around with a smile that only people in love should possess...
call me dreamer
call me hopeless
but I'm a hopeful romantiq!
and yes with a 'q' because it's unique like the feeling
I suddenly get
when my eyes meet you...

(c)Pryncess Poetiq 2007.

Spoken Word: Jill Scott, "The Thickness"

Morning Sun

Sun in my eyes,
you on my brain
so close even while in the distance,

I want to touch you
feel you next to me
now you feel like you're not in existence.

But I keep dreaming you are here
colors vivid and true
you held my hips and stood beyond my eyes,

We loved so hard
blending a reality of us
then the reality of the morning sun would rise.

Where is your smile
hands and warmth that soothed me
embraced me in the eyes of moonlight?

Where is your voice
your laughter, your sweet conversations
that gave me tranquility every night?

I look forward to sleep
we'll love again
but it's too short it seems,

The morning sun has risen
and so has the pain of knowing
I can only find you in my dreams...

(c) Pryncess Poetiq 2007.

The silence...

...anytime there's silence, I worry
that screams and angered bumps in the night
will soon again coat my ears
and again dilute the shallow waters of my sanity
again and again...
my tears are stubborn to join the madness
but inside I am no better than the noise
because from my soul, I cry hard for peace
until something wonderful surfaces wet upon my cheeks
for happiness and happiness only.

(c) Pryncess Poetiq 2009.

Living Beauty

The root of your love
lies deep inside you
and it surfaces on the calm waters of us,
our kisses become natural occurrences
my heart is undressed like rose petals
falling gracefully onto your soul...
still, we bloom into a concious focus.

(c) Pryncess Poetiq 2007.

Chocolate Mocha Caramel

Your brown skin
forces me to
flirt with lust
& your voice
covers as medicine
for my mentality
yet it still
drives me crazy,
my eyes
dialate within
the hue
of your texture
& it sparkles
my attention
to you
close to me,
it is defined
under the moisture
from my lips
then supplies
your every want,
the definition of sexy
my thoughts of you
as they go around
in a sensual whirlwind,
multitasking into
forbidden dreams
and all I can
think about is
chocolate skin
mocha eyes
and caramel lips
all over
my senses...

(c) Pryncess Poetiq 2007.

The Flight of My Dreams

He will love my mind...
his stare will weave through my psyche
gazing upon my future
& will gaze carefully into my intellect,
he will take pride in my thinking
smile at my dreams
understand my desires,
& through his collaborating thoughts lacing between mine,
he will find the hard pain
washing the solid residue of my anguishes,
he will cleanse
my mind
& my body...
he will respect
& appreciate it,
alleviating it from the soreness & tensions with his hands
& his lips...
with each kiss he will enjoy the journey to my curvatures
complement my thickness with the quickness
& uninhibitedly adore
my body
& soul
with his love
he will pump spirit and bleed out the sorrows
awakening the core of my essence
& we will both be spirited
and be the rulers of our happiness
bound with the bliss of our togetherness
he will treasure
my soul.
so in the flight of my dreams
of my black king
he will love my
& soul 2gether
in perfect harmonies &

(c) Pryncess Poetiq 2004.

The Fray

We are fading into an invisible
that we somehow can see so plain,
but we do nothing,
feeling the unbelievable pull of our existence
fraying ever so quickly until
theres only one raggedy string of ourselves left.
if there was one last droplet of love
to oil the rusty tattered of we
maybe all will not be lost,
but all I'm doing is just giving in to a ridiculous hope
for a a second chance...

(c) Pryncess Poetiq 2009.

Distant Devotion (Collaboration)

A secret lingers of three lovely words
hidden away in the lock of my heart
summer's breath hits my skin and I smile
comparing the tranquilty to your kiss...
and the key starts to turn,
gaining strength and vigor the more it seems like you are here...
but I wonder how far love goes from mile to mile to mile
foolishly scared to give my all to you
questioning if you have already recieved it...
And my response is that I did
I just wanted to leave it sealed
Because I never want to take your love for granted
Or expose it to any damage
So I’ll keep it close to me, an extension of who I am
Yet a constant reminder of who I still strive to be
Because you push me to new heights
Opened my eyes to new sights
So if you question whether you can share that secret
Look into my soul, there’s the key, now bequeath it

(c) Pryncess Poetiq, Dwayne A. Perry, 2009.

*This is a collaboration between myself and my twitter friend @Antwoinne. I hope that you all enjoyed, and I hope that those of you who have a twitter account follow him because he's a very nice guy, and his music is hot, so check him out!

Death By Kiss

my breathing shallows between the dance of our tongues
and soon everything will gracefully fade to black,
you have the ultimate kiss of death
and i have died a thousand times
to ressurect in the warmth of your arms...
and when the truest of my demise comes along
I hope that it ends with the rich intertwining
of your lips...

pryncess poetiq. 2009.

Forever In A Day

i miss you.
being apart from you tugs at the empty of my stomach
only losing the war when i can finally look deeply into your eyes...
why would i feel this way
if i didn't already fall for you
hoping to land comfortably and content in your embrace?
my mind constantly chooses to play tricks
and suddenly you appear with an irresistible smile and promising lips
daring to be kissed...
but you're just a beautiful transparency
as soon as i move to touch,
you go straight through me
then I'm left with the same lonely thoughts again...
but i digress, and i sigh, and i wait.
suffering through only a day
missing you like its forever.

Pryncess Poetiq (c) 2009.