God's Beauty By Bo-Edward Lawrence

God’s beauty 

I'm infatuated,

 By the little things I see in your eyes and in your smile.

Grace and magnificence peers out your skin like beautiful legions that know secretion,

With a smile that's so intriguing,

That traps me even when you are not speaking,

Your love is beautiful but your charisma is so misleading.

Baby you are the definition of beauty and elegance.

It must be hard for you to watch me as I lean in to kiss yah,

When you’re trying to be defined in the lines written in gods scriptures.

Your eyes wonder while your body begins to denature.

As you begin to drip,

Trees begin to build, I wish you can understand my animated picture.

A picture that moves smooth along the grooves of your fingertips.

Our relationship is unique the one that all your friends become jealous with.

The one that everyone searches for and tries to get into,

You’re the only one I'm talking to I just thought that you already knew.

And if we were to be compared to how the ocean flows in a different point of view.

While everyone else's is drying up I keep that ocean flowing healthy and royal blue.

What's love without trust?

What's Minnie without Mickey?

What Tigger without pooh

What Peter without Louis?

What's me without you?

Surprisingly I can't find the time to adore your beauty.

Or even withstand the pain that I would be suffocated in if you were to say you wish you never knew me. .

See your exterior is not your only sense of beauty,

You don't get distracted by the diamonds and rings all those things

You happen to be one of those Girls that bury their sins

 And truly cares about what kind of fabric my heart is being carried in.

With love like that,

You have me thinking about what kind of church we are going to get married in.

See but my heart is big so don't use

Chiffon because it can be kind of a cheap.

Use something like leather and hope it last forever

Because your my never ever,

My never ever want anything better,

Don't never ever give me a burger without the cheddar,

My never ever enter this weather without you as my sweater,

My never ever talk to that trick because I have you I don't need to have met her,

My never ever receive anything from you without you crossing your Ts and hearting your Is in this letter.

My never ever ever never

Ever never

The point is I want you forever

-          Bo-Edward Lawrence

My Suicide Note by Bo-Edward Lawrence

My Suicide Note

You know i never thought i would be alive long enough to write this poem.

Witnessing God in my dreams, talking to me

I didn't want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. 

As sad as that sounds.

It was almost like a reverse nightmare, 

usually when you wake up from a nightmare you're so relieved. 

I woke up into a nightmare.

I woke up to the sounds of my knuckles knocking on the devils gate. 

I am not his advocate..

God forgive me for my sins.

My angel wings have been burned off my aching skeleton 

The pain i feel is more traumatizing and genuine as if i was a war veteran

sleep is the cousin of death and suicide is its closest relative

This cold barrel to my dome, never made me afraid but for some reason i feel like I’m going home.

God, I’m coming home

They say every second, minute, and hour of the day you write your future, your story.

There were many times i wished i could tear out some of the pages, but instead i always feel like burning the entire book.

its all bad! 

The entire world is against me. 

Can someone. . 

Tell my mother that she is the kindest angel i have ever known

and my father, thank you for teaching me how to be a man.

Tell them I’m sorry that this life lesson doesn’t feel like a blessing but instead like a curse.

Tell the reporters that i was never into drugs or a criminal 

just make sure they don’t sell me to the world as a bad person.

I raise home to my head and put it next to my temple 

and i reflect . . . .

The easiest thing in life is to quit. The hardest thing in life is to live.

Just to know that all my pain, all my hurt can end with a pull of a trigger. . 

I want my death to be beautiful, i want my death to be meaningful. would it be considered beautiful if i scattered my brains on this windshield as my old thoughts create a Picasso.

I don’t want to be the man that nobody knows until he commits suicide, and then everyone had a class with him.

Sometimes home isn’t the answer, sometimes running away isn’t the right thing to do. 

I want to be known as the one who stared down the barrel of a gun and found enough beauty to look away. 

and live. . .

The Strongest Girl I Ever Met By Bo-Edward Lawrence