Comeover

by | Oct 4, 2023 | Creative Writing, Detention Center Writing Contests, Poetry

By Joseph Mark Dorsey II

Poetry, Arlington County Detention Facility/Heard/OAR writing contest, October 2023 

I remember the first day I saw you

You caught my eye

You always sat at my table

That’s when I knew you were mine.

You is hot like fire

I love the way you whine

And I love what’s mine, yeah.

Is you coming over

Coming over here?

I am sitting here waiting

Waiting for you to appear.

I close my eyes

For a couple of seconds

There you are over there.

Where you are standing

I need you to come over.

I need you to come over

So we can drink, smoke hookah,

Go out and chill.

I need you to come over.

I need you to come over

So we can do it all over again,

I need you to come over.

I need you to come over

So we can drink, smoke hookah,

Go out and chill.

I need you to come over.

I need you to come over

So we can do it all over again.

My eyes are shut tight

I see your face again

It was just the second time

You always running through my head.

I am missing you days and night.

I am not gonna fuss and fight.

Holding your pillow nice and close.

As I am holding you tight.

Is you coming over?

Coming over here?

I need you right here.

Right here next to me

So we can live our lives so happily.

If you only knew

That it’s only you and me.

I need you to come over.

I need you to come over

So we can drink, smoke hookah,

Go out and chill.

I need you to come over.

I need you to come over

So we can do it all over again.

Is you coming over?

When you coming over here?

I am sitting here waiting.

Waiting for you to appear,

I close my eyes for a couple of seconds.

I open wide.

There you are over there.

Where you are standing

You say you coming over.

When did you say you coming over here?

I need you right here

Right here next to me.

If you only knew

We living our lives to eternity.

I need you to come over.

I need you to come over

So we can drink, smoke hookah, go out and chill.

I need you to come over.

I need you to come over

So we can do it all over again.

I need you to come over.

I need you to come over

So we can drink, smoke hookah,

Go out and chill.

I need you to come over.

I need you to come over

So we can do it all over again.

 

Bye-Bye Love Boat (P.C.P.)

by | Oct 4, 2023 | Creative Writing, Detention Center Writing Contests, Poetry

by Charles R. Hall

Poetry, Arlington County Detention Facility/Heard/OAR writing contest, October 2023

Baby, without you I wasn’t nothing.  I couldn’t focus or think without you.  I love you when you was around me and you was unstoppable.

Baby, when I heard your nicknames; Love Boat, Sacks, goop, wet, I get so happy I smile.  I get very excited.  I know I need you just as much as you want me to need you.

Baby, you don’t know how you give me strength and make me feel like the Hulk.  When me and you fooling around, damn, we so tight.  Baby, you make me lunch out when you in my system.

Baby Damn!  As time goes along, I realized me and you shouldn’t be an item.  Or, if so, it’s time to dump you and let you go.

I outgrew us.  I no longer want to see you again or be a part of your madness so bye bye P.C.P.!