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    Before Old

    Tryna Fake it
    till I make it
    standing here to make a show
    to define you
    and to study
    just as far as you can go

    do you seize me
    how I like it
    I’m so difficult
    to read
    like some paper
    or a booklet
    or a napkin
    with a theme

    here I’m standing
    staring at you
    looking at you
    crossed the room
    mopping floors
    and changing pictures
    if I kiss you
    I will be doomed
    won’t this happen
    or I show it
    I regret
    all my mistakes
    wanna study
    wanna get it
    just before
    it’s just too late

    now you’re leaving
    I’m not leaving
    staring at you
    as you leave
    one more shot
    I don’t have shots
    so now I stand here
    watch me bleed
    cause I need you
    wanna meet you
    wanna know you
    wanna hold you
    wanna stock you
    wanna mock you
    just before I get too old

    now I’m washing
    all the dishes
    cleaning houses
    cooking stoves
    wish I moved
    in your direction
    now I got another load
    much too laundry
    much too cleaning
    much too late to try again
    when I see you
    you’ll be taken
    so I guess
    me
    you
    just friends
    I will harass you
    and embrace you still
    I’m slick I will get away
    what I do
    it might just harm you
    I am sure I will get away

    I am charming
    I am evil
    you know me
    I don’t make sense
    watch me
    dancing
    beneath roses
    when I walk
    behind your fence

    yeah you see me
    all around you
    like a mellow
    to a stove
    why I tease you
    with my clearance
    now it’s me
    and you alone

    Am I crazy
    you don’t get it
    what my poets
    don’t make sense
    my names
    ebony
    mcmillan
    I’m High maintenance
    and intense

    so define me
    and come seize me
    study lift
    and over all
    watch my safety tips
    and safety net
    cause one day I will fall

      This poem is also about:
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    Sexual Attention

    he’s my drug
    and im addicted
    it seems unreal
    it seems conflicted
    the way that he touches
    it seems so real
    and how his attentions
    to stumble and seal
    he tells me things
    i wanna hear
    it doesn’t mean nothing
    and that’s what i fear
    the way that he kisses
    he kisses like a pro
    sometimes when he leaves
    i miss him so
    im obsessed
    with his passion i can’t get enough
    sometimes it gets easy
    sometimes it gets rough
    just knowing he wants me to give him
    my all
    his fingers my lips
    they feel like claws
    i swear i do love him
    because he’s so real
    but im not sure
    if he knows how i feel
    he’s all about
    affection
    protection
    and sex
    even though he keeps contact
    with one of his ex
    whenever we’re out
    we pretend we are strangers
    just knowing my heart
    could just be in danger
    he makes me feel
    like
    I will never die
    just knowing he’s known too
    make me cry
    even though he’s suspicious
    i can’t let him go
    the truth should be spoken
    i love him so
    the way we touch
    our lips meet slow
    the way that he holds me i can’t let go
    the main idea
    i had to mention
    the way he can touch
    it’s like sexual attention

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