My thoughts from my mind, of my life and my times.

Bad Habits

2010-07-09T12:56:00.000-07:00

Bad Habits

I'm her bad habits

Just a big part of her vices

I'm what she goes to her girlfriends for

To get all the advice she needs

Her friends giver her food for thought

Her mind they feed

I'm her bad habit

She always ask when will she see me again

Like she singing wit Lenny Kravits

I'm something she wants to forget

But feigns for me like I'm her cigarettes

Laced with nicotine

I lay in between, her legs on occasions

To give her body a vacation

From the main land

From her main man

I'm just her bad habit like cursing

Her nerves I'm always working

For her only to get over it, After I kiss all over it

Her bad habits will she ever get over it?

Wade "NightWriter" Townsend II

@NightWriterPoet

Dreams

2010-07-06T15:08:00.000-07:00

Dreams
Dreams are emotions
Dreams are thoughts
I reach for my dreams
That’s what I’ve been taught
I run fast to chase my dreams
Cause dreams are meant to be caught
Dreams are meant to be fought for
And never meant to be forbidden
I write my dreams down
So with me there’s no forgetting
See people thought Martin Luther King’s dream was deferred
I say his full name because it needs to be heard
Mr. King was a dream himself
He had a dream himself, and through Barack Hussein Obama his dream was kept...
Alive, by you the youth, and your parents instilling it in you that positive progression can go a long way

Wade Townsend II
@Nightwriterpoet
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Tongue Route

2010-07-06T14:24:00.000-07:00

Tongue Route
I was warming your neck, with my soft caress
Then I noticed your breast needed to be kissed
They were close together like fruit in a basket
I slightly pucker my lips
And suckled the dark horizon
Where the areola meets the breast
This sensitive area, I love to press with my tongue
And leave it a little damp
I blow a cool breeze across them
To turn you on like a lamp
As I try to go down, you pull me back up
Then your lips grasp mine
Our kisses are strong and time-consuming
Leaving no time for breathing
We sound like mini bulls as we breathe with our noses
So let me take my tongue from your mouth
Pulling it gently out
Grazing over your rose petal lips
Not staying away for too long
My tongue runs back
Circulating your lips then glides down
Through a soft valley of tenderness
Passing by your navel and your pelvic bone
With my lips and tongue to my final destination
Where I kiss between the valley of the shadow of life
Where the brain signal of words are lost
I have a bad network
You are personal to me
So no need to describe your wet worth
I’m a gentleman and I see love on the horizon
So you’ll need to stop being nosey like that incoming beep on Verizon

Wade Townsend II
@Nightwriterpoet
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Wade "NightWriter" Townsend II

Skeletons in her closet

2009-06-01T20:09:00.000-07:00

She said, I got skeletons in my closet
Don’t know what I’m a do with all this
Pain that I’m concealing
Forbidden never revealing
It hurts like my skin is pealing
So I say this to ease my feelings

I said, I love you for sharing your past
But I’m not really caring about your skeletons
Because their just old “bones”
Ex friends with benefits
And I had a few of those
But that’s the extent of it
Your mine, I’m yours
And my hearts your home

So we could care a less,
About what happened before we became an item
Those old “bones”, peace is where they rest at last
R.I.P. to the death of lust
And now entering our world
As we birth our trust

Wade "NightWriter" Townsend II

The quote on quote “good guy” finishing last again...

2009-03-26T00:25:00.000-07:00

We’re like a movie and my role is…

The quote on quote “good guy”

I know I’m your friend, and I do the right things

Like give you great advice

I definitely have helped you when needed

And what does it bring?

Brings you to the mindset of me using lines

Sometimes, I get a fake smile or cute laugh

As your friend I would like a hug

You know the kind, where you rub my back

I’ve been around through his mistakes

I wish you would wake up!

What does it take?

Even been there when he hit you with the…

“We need a break”

“It’s me not you”

“I need time to find me”

“I found someone new”

Thats when I thought, we could be together

Guess what do you do?

Your heart grows cold

I go from your friend, to your future, to becoming apart of your past

I hate it when this happens, but the truth is, Us Good Guys, we all finish dead last

Wade NightWriter Townsend

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The Day The Devil Stopped By

2009-03-23T08:43:00.000-07:00

The day was hot and the night was much to cold

My flesh cried out son the devil is after your soul

So I began to shake and shiver with fear

And pack my things quietly, so the devil couldn’t hear

Moving through my house just like I’m a robber

Trying to find something that I could crawl under

I’m not a momma’s boy, but I wish I could call her

The striking of the lighting and the roaring of the thunder

Under the cover I go, so I could relax

The fact of the matter is this is not an act

Of kindness, all my sins run through my mind as

If I was reminded, that I thought the lord was blinded

To what everyone else could see, so I pause and pondered

As I prayed for forgiveness

Then I stopped hiding, and I stood up proudly and wondered

Why else was the devil picking on me?

Was it fear he wanted to see?

I clinched my fist and stuck out my chest

If it’s a fight the devil wants, it’s a fight he’ll get

The devil arrived at a quarter to nine saying…I’m ready to take your soul with me this time

The devil shouted, are you ready to die and come with me?

Don’t be scared to face this reality

I looked the devil straight in the eye, and showed him my cross

That was linked tightly to my choker chain

The devil knew the fight was over now, before it even began

I thanked the Lord for saving me, and giving me his helping hand

And I didn’t even ask what happened or why

All I know is, the devil said I was just passing by

Wade "NightWriter" Townsend II

She asked me

2009-02-22T23:02:00.000-08:00

My ex-girl asked me what I have been doing all this time. And where have I been?
I replied writing, working wishing and wondering
She said what does that mean, you wishing on a star?
I said naw I’m writing, writing my life, what I see hear and feel
I’m working, working, on myself and the betterment of me as a man
And I’m wishing, wishing wellness upon every female I have ever hurt in anyway
I give you my blessings and apologies in every way
Do you accept?... Wait, wait! Keep that to yourself
That’s a feeling that’s not ready to be felt
No matter what the reply is, I just want you to know
I truly am sorry for not being what “That guy is”
You know the guy you are seeking or may already have
I probably blew it by creeping, but that was my past
And I sit back and laugh now, when I see my brother acting like I used to
So I stopped and passed down; my knowledge to him, that bruised you
I refuse to; watch him follow in my foot steps
And lose who? I don’t know; but she could be his one
I can’t choose you! I had my chance and I’m not the one
Then she told me I forgot one, I said what
She said wondering.
I told her I was wondering, wondering why I’m on the phone with her
And not the one I’m with, I gotta go thanks a bunch
Thanks for helping me realize that change has come and for the advice.
I know you’re my ex and my friend but, this relationship I can’t sacrifice.
Now I'm on to my next friend, my new best friend and my one I can't sacrifice.

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Wade "NightWriter" Townsend II

Hateful Roommates

2009-02-19T00:46:00.000-08:00

How did we go from a happy romance to hateful roommates

Let me explain with a rhyming timeline

We went from growing up together to developing a marriage

I’ll truly cherish this big moment in my life

But who knew we would inherit the bad side of things

Started out good, sending premarital late night texts

To ten years of marriage with kids

Marking our calendars for when the sex is

Ending all of our calls, on a sweet I love you note

Now it’s a race to get off the phone, Followed by “goodbye, wait…Hello?”

So now we end calls with no goodbyes?

What happened to the baby I miss you, I love you, and all the sighs

I packed on a few pounds, now you playing my size

I used to look forward to seeing you

Now I can’t wait to say goodbye…

I’m off to work; my supposedly late nights

You off to church; to supposedly get right

But I done road past the church and guess what?

No silver eclipse in site

And I come from work and you ready to fight

Yelling, “WHAT BITCH YOU FUCKING!”, because you smell like…Sweet warm embraces

Now the grip is loosening up, shit just don’t feel right

Now everyday where drifting further apart

You were my love, my soul, my heart

Damn this just doesn’t make sense. I can’t believe I just used you in past tense

The fire that started us, is burning us apart

Pull it out slowly, this knife I speak of in my heart

We went from making a loving eye contact

To scowling stares

Two matching hearts, are now divided into separate pairs

Now you sleep up, and I sleep down stairs

But I’m fed up and I’m ready to go shid

I would have been left yo ass if it wasn’t for the kids!

Wade "NightWriter" Townsend II
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Stain on my mind

2009-02-05T21:21:00.000-08:00

What does it mean when I can’t get you out of my dreams and you’re a permanent stain on my mind?
Images of you flash across my face like windshield wipers
Until I cant take itSo I close my eyes
But that doesn’t work
I try to sleep through it (3xs)
But I keep awakening
These dreams aren’t nightmares
So why do I wake up in a cold sweats
I haven’t really got a full nights rest, ever since the day I left

What does it mean when I can’t get you out of my dreams and you’re a permanent stain on my mind?
You’ve made an impact on meYou inspire me to try hard, when I’m discouraged
Never letting me put my head down, when I feel flustered
Filling me with courage and confidence
In my mind you’ve placed a monument
An area of interest of your great significance and natural beauty
Erected in your memory

What does it mean when I can’t get you out of my dreams and you’re a permanent stain on my mind?
You’re permanent like a sharpie on paper
And tattoos to skin
Your name is imbedded in my mind
And deep with in… my heart
I now realize I’m in LOVEAnd this is what GOD has handed me
But I feel like what we have is permanent
So our love is branded till eternityI know we have a little distance between us
But we could never let that get between us
Because you will return to me

What does it mean when I can’t get you out of my dreams and you’re a permanent stain on my mind?
It means that LOVE has been foundAnd I no longer need to search and find…LOVE

Wade "NightWriter" Townsend II

surrogate lover

2009-01-08T03:10:00.000-08:00

You are my surrogate lover

Not my significant one

But the other

Because she already filled that void

You do things she won’t, and she does things you can’t

And that’s why I cheat with you two

You pick up where she lacks

But she takes care of me; she even walks on my back

And that’s why I speak with you two

She’s good with stressful situations, she holds my hand

And we walk on through

You know how to touch me, but she knows how teach me

That’s why I sleep with you two

When I kiss you two

Our face is a puzzle piece, which joins together when our lips meet

My love for you both, is one in the same

Damn I’m a cheat

But am I really? If I’m what you both need

Agreed we all did separately, to give each other everything

My love for them was real, those two meant everything

And I agree with myself

That greed ruins everything

I wish we could be more

But I’m so in love with my significant other

That you could never be more

Than my surrogate lover

I'm sorry but I love her

Nightwriter

Poetry Affair

2009-01-05T21:30:00.000-08:00

Poetry I don’t have a woman I suppose
I know I love you
So to you I propose
You’ve officially replaced my female friend
I remember when, we first met and where it began
My little white binder titled imagination station
Keep out this journal book is Wade’s
Those times were ages ago
Man I miss those days
Poem number one called The Breeze
Now that was pages ago
I’m closer to you now recreating you with ease
My hand my mind a pen and pad
I recreate you with these
I apologize for keeping you a secret for so long
Will you forgive me please?
How could I not love you?
When you’ve been around more than love ones
And you’ve been here to help me cope with lost love ones
I lose sleep over you, you having power over me
You just might, sometimes we talk all night, until morning
The short time we lost through college
Caused me some mourning
I’m overjoyed now and glad we’re rejoining
And rejoicing you since, you came back in my life
Helping me make the right choices
Towards my relationship you have been a strain upon
While causing neglect towards the one
I love and the one who has been there
I love you for what you’ve done for me
In nothing but a simple poetry affair

Close your eyes

2009-01-04T21:22:00.000-08:00

Close your E-Y-E’s, come close to me
I have something to propose
In your hand my heart is enclosed
Feel my lips comfort yours
Don’t hesitate unclothed
Your to tense, relax you’re the one I chose
Your pores release steamI predicted the forecast
Before it was even seen
From our stomach to your navel
I’ve created a stream
As the temperature raises more
Your body is my temple
Watch me praise it more
From the top to the bottom
Ceiling to floorI love you from the inside out
Starting at the core
Beginning at the back of your neck
My kisses are warm rain
My love healsBut it’s a disease that eats away at your brain
Causing deliria, numbing your spine
Leaving you speechless, this is a feeling you’ve never felt
Who’d a thought you could reach this
As I infiltrate you, I tug your hair
Then give you mouth to mouth, because you scared me
As you (deep breath sound) gasped for air
I rolled you over, thrusting from the waist Over and over and over
As the sheets began to get ruffled
I’m loving you so crazy, you try to say something
But your voice is all muffled
Back I pull your head, so your voice I could hear
I put my cheek against yours, Splash, drops a tear
I whisper baby you okay
You reply back, I’ve never felt this way
Look what you’ve done
What once was a bed is now an ocean
Not only am I love with you, I love your motion
Hints the scratches on your back
When where not sexin’, my brain sends flashes back
Upon me, you’re not my first,
But you’re the one to me.

Wade Brian Townsend II

Make Love to your mind

2009-01-04T21:01:00.000-08:00

I want to make love to your mind
So here is what I’ll do
I’ll cover your eyes so you feel blind
And subdued
The only voice you hear will be mine
I want to stimulate your mind with my voice
Massaging you temples with
Enticing words of relaxation
And stress relieving verbs
Words of endearment, voicing my passion for you
Not just simple fondness for you
Looking for something un-yielding
Or more compellingI telling you this so my words
Kiss your soul with affection
Causing an arousal, but there is no erection
Because I want to make love to your mind
Examining your inner you, your soul
It’s you I want to know, it’s with you I want to grow old
It’s with you I want to hold close
Nothing sexual just rubbing of the noses
I want to do nice things for you
Let me shower you with roses
Click, click (cameras flashing)
Pictures of you my superstar full of poses
Running through my head
I love to stare at you, and get lost in your eyes
Your eyes are a maze for my mind
Do you realize I’m amazed that your mines
I want to learn how to exhilarate and satisfy you mentally
You’ve done this for me already
Queen is what you represent to me
That’s why I want to build you up
Not sex you up or feel you up
But I want to FILL you up
With words of love, tenderness, and vindication
This is more than lust or infatuation
This is a situation I love to be in
The relationship starts now
So here is where we begin

Wade Brian Townsend II

*My thoughts from my mind, of my life and my times.*

Bad Habits

Dreams

Tongue Route

Skeletons in her closet

The quote on quote “good guy” finishing last again...

The Day The Devil Stopped By

She asked me

Hateful Roommates

Stain on my mind

surrogate lover

Poetry Affair

Close your eyes

Make Love to your mind

My thoughts from my mind, of my life and my times.