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My favorite R&B artist. Sway 🐑. by @crowning.point

So deeply out of this world,
so profound...

one must be singular to feel it.

A FEELING so divine-
almost like a heart beat;

if only you could just hear it.

A love that is so pure,
that it dwells behind
closed doors.

A wall that is so high
that to enter over,
one must soar.

A soul like this is fragile-
just like a child that
is first born.

And it is gentle,

like an elderly woman,
whose soulmate,
has been mourned.

When you look into the eyes,
of a spirit so refined:

in the midst of its stare,
you simply lose all track of time.

All sense of thought.

All wondering mind.

All shock of fear.

Because your body is intertwined,
within your mind,
and your ears.

Its hymns from deep within,
a love like this,
does not have words.

Because a song
that's from the heart
is sweet,
like chirping of
beautiful birds.

It is innocent like a child,
and misunderstood,
like a mental patient.

The very thing that makes you smile,
but go MAD in the same equation.

-Ashley Da Illest 👑

#PoetsOfIG #PoetOfInstagram #PoetsOfInstagram #WriterOfInstagram #WritersOfIG by @crowning.point

I drown,
as I wonder,
if we're the mates,
deep to our souls.
I sit and ponder
if we found
each other late;
wrong time-
real home.
Where an atmosphere,
of true misunderstandings;
outrageous fights-
that are not even,
close to dysfunction:
we always stop.
We make it right.
I wonder if he is
my soulmate.
We can not leave
each other alone.
In the dead silence,
of nothingness-
we lurk the corners,
quietly, to roam.
He looks for me
I look for him.
But, we are never
face to face.
He grew in me,
just like a flower;
you put us together,
we make a bouquet.
Because, he adds to
my life;
I try to multiply,
in his.
I'd give him my
heart, my love,
my throat.
And if I could,
I'd give him kids.
I fell blindly into
a love,
that only he,
could truly see.
He guides my eyes.

It's always you,
that brings the light,
all out of me.

-Ashley Da Illest 👑 by @crowning.point

Villains are born, from the maximum level of a humans tolerance, for pain. Therefore, let us take a moment of silence for them. Because it is genuinely sorrowful and dismal, when somebody is hurting SO bad, internally... that they'd willingly choose wickedness, over their innate feelings. Their senses, that are meant to empathize. To love. To cry. To forgive. To reIate. To understand.
We must acknowledge, that their behaviors come from their profound suffering.

However- true heros are the ones, whom life constantly decides to rape them in their ass, with no lube; those whom repeatedly get kicked down and fucked up. Yet, they still love others and take care of people, as if they're not even broken. Their heartaches show. But their love shows, even harder. It takes bionic strength to have a heart, in a world that only exploits and destroys it, on a daily basis.

-Ashley Da Illest 👑

#PoetOfIG #PoetOfInstagram PoetsOfInstagram by @crowning.point

I'm VERY Dominican by @crowning.point

It is crucial.
Because he pried my heart, right
from my chest, as I stood,
with weak knees,
and tear glands full of anguish.

He became my sweet and bleak
demise; saccharine, from the taste
of memories that will last a lifetime.
Sugary,
from the thought of his flavor,
lingering on my lips; from visions
and dreams that were once plays,
of actual vivid silence...

In eroticism.

BUT esolate because, my heartbeat
has flatlined, in the palms of his
hands. My breathing, no longer
whispers in the echoes of his quintessence-
because he took away the rights, to my
redemption.

Deserted, I am left only to crawl,
to a mirage of my heart being purified
in a hallucination of water, that just
MAY save me from capsizing and submerging
into the black hole, that
of, which is myself.

But notice how I
had enunciated, upon its hallucination.
Because there is no well of
purification.
This is all so very real.
And the nucleus that makes up of me;
my centerpiece...
mural of palpitations,
is defeated, in love.

There are no other words to speak upon,
after this.

-Ashley Da Illest 👑

#PoetsOfInstagram #ArtistsOfInstagram #WritersOfInsragram #LyricistsOfInstagram #PoetOfInstagram by @crowning.point

by @crowning.point

Being 40 and tired, is not just physical. It's visceral. I always hear people tell me, that I'm not old- and that may very well be true, in age. But I've survived things in this world, that would have made SO many of you fold. Like a fucking pretzel. And, I mean that. But, God is good. I'm here. My daughter is a 14 year old, with her own boyfriend. I've learned, and have absorbed so much information, within this encephalon of mine; I just share my life's lessons, with my daughter. To those that have hurt me in life, I forgive you... even though, a lot of you could suck my dick. But I'm just here to spread love, man. My life is PACKED full of trauma, that actually made me a better person. Almost dying, more that a few times, made me less scared to live. Ironically. I hope that I bring joy, to any of your lives, especially from what I had lacked. That's what makes it more real. However, I think I'm pretty dope on my own. Sometimes, some of the dopest people, come with fucking battle wounds. To 40, nigga. Holy shit. by @crowning.point

It's just Dominican music. Relax 🙄. lmfao. by @crowning.point

Infiltrated by the stars...
as they did peek,
to watch them sleep.
She wore his love,
within her heart;
but it was heavy,
and it did seep-
into his arms.
He held it tight,
it was so much,
he couldn't breathe.
She was the Moon:
she watched at night,
making sure,
he wouldn't decease.
He was the Sun:
he burned so bright...
he struck a beam into her
soul.
He left a hole,
into her nucleus,
bleeding only a LOVE,
that HE would know.
That's why he carried it
for her.
He was strong enough,
to bear the weight.
But her glow,
keeps him alive.

Thus, creating this word,
called "fate".

-Ashley Da Illest 👑

"PoetOfIG #PoetOfInstagram #PoetsOfIG #PoetsOfInstagram #WritersOfInstagram by @crowning.point

The mind, produces hatred.
Yet, the heart generates love.

And, they both constuct pain;
the question to you:
how deep? How much?

Do you listen to your thoughts,
or do you feel from deep within?
Do you choose your palpitations,
or do you dwell within your sins?

-Ashley Da Illest 👑 by @crowning.point

by @crowning.point