Nog I like your story telling style! Hope you are feeling newly inspired! Your poems made me feel like I knew you
Thanks but I don't think inspiration's coming soon. Most of the stuff I wrote came from imagination rather than life's experiences. Here's the first poem I wrote at age 16. It's pretty rough but I still kinda like it.
Tainted Queen
She was my queen; she gave me all I need.
I cherished and loved her.
When I came home from a long night on the road,
She was there for me.
When I strayed from the golden path,
She said not a word but kept me on track.
We had our days, listenin’ to the beats
Of lyrical kings and poetic queens.
This was before, before she was tainted
By other niggas and fools acquainted.
She was violated, corrupted
Beat up, and disrupted.
The love I had for her was getting troubled.
I couldn’t love her the way I did before.
It was like my love for her had sunk to the floor.
It hurt me how other guys played her around,
Changing her meaning, her being and her sound.
She was beautiful once,
Like the slowly setting sun.
This was before they came into her life.
Nameless, generic destroyers of her light.
They tempted her with claims of false prophecies,
Which were nothing but lies and dishonesties.
They stripped her raw, toyed with her emotions,
Pretended like they loved her, but only abused her.
But, I don’t know the entire story, I just know the results.
They could’ve been right in their own minds,
Corrupters reveling in their own sins.
When I saw her, I saw the results and I couldn’t love her again.
We had a love so deep that it was like rejecting your own twin.
This had happened before with other men,
Who took a chance and fell in love with this enigmatic queen.
It must hurt to be her; to have all men’s desires but falling for their sins.
Don’t get me wrong, there are guys who still love her.
But not as much as I cherished her.
Wait a second, maybe I didn’t.
I left her without trying to help her get over it.
I lost the love I thought I had.
Maybe, I was just sprung on her beauty.
Beauty that seemed to emanate from Aphrodite.
That doesn’t matter now, since she was tainted.
My queen, forevermore, is tainted.
I tried remaking it a year or so later...
Tragic Beauty
I remember the days I spent with my queen.
When life was beautiful and truly amazing.
We were in the golden stages of our relationship.
Nothing mattered but our love’s culmination.
When she smiled, it was like sunshine all around.
But, when she cried, tears from heaven came down.
She had the serenity of a sweet angel.
But, when she had to, she could turn Lucifer.
I know I felt like the luckiest man on Earth.
Because, she was truly admired by everyone
And I was the blessed man who landed her.
We had our wonderful days, listening to the beats
Of lyrical kings and poetical queens.
I treated her like she was so precious.
Even Venus would’ve been jealous of all that admiration.
But, our delightful relationship was at its sunset,
To be replaced by a storm of pain and unrest.
I guess she was introduced to some charlatans
Who told her if she did some things, she could get far.
I don’t know if she did their wants willingly.
But, I could see what they did to her beauty.
Her skin used to be radiant as Helios’s light.
Now, seemed dark and damp like the night.
Her hair, formerly extravagant and long,
Now was diseased-looking and taut.
Her eyes used to hold an air of great tranquility
Now, they only held a sense of tragic despair.
What did they do to her to make her like this?
I don’t know their process, just the results.
Before, she was statuesque and astonishing
Now, she was decrepit and looked like nothing.
But, that was not the worst of what they did
They made her to have not a simple care.
She began to just hang out with anyone.
She let them abuse her body like a cheap prostitute.
She lost all respect for her former great being.
She had seemed to lose all feelings
For me and the wonderfulness we had in our loving.
She just ignored me like I wasn’t in this world.
It hurts so much when I think of that girl.
But, I’m not really talking about some beautiful woman
This is hip-hop or what I might soon think of it.
I dislike that ending now but I didn't know how to finish it back then. I still like the final result though.
alright dammit! I'll put something down... 
