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I'm Lejon Mumford from Detroit Michgan. I'm 17 about to be 18 on Nov 28th. I love writing poetry and I actually started after my father passed away in December of 2006. I wrote a poem in his Obituary that i thought was really good, and it took me three months to write again and my baby inspired it in march when i wrote a poem about my father on the internet. It sparked a lot of comments on Facebook so i pretty much have been writing ever since. Although since then my writing abilities have grown and using my two favorite rappers (Eminem, Lupe) I have pulled inspiration from their lyrics time and time again. Oh and i really have gotten alot of inspiration out of Linkin Park also. When I write I'm able to become any one, which means it's a different point of view thus my name becomes Notion because I am a living concept or depiction of everything when I'm holding my pen.

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Thursday, April 2, 2009

A Lips Touch Can Talk


Passionate touches
our blood rushes
and luscious kisses touch her hips
and her stomach and her breast
kissing the tension off her neck
and I kiss in a way that my lips submissively
cushion her skin as i softly press them to her flesh
and separate me lips on her neck after kiss
so she can feel me breathe for a sec
and think about the passion intimacy erect

taste me oh heavenly creature
that is you woman
I'll climb the levels of earth that is life
to taste the night
savor your light
while you devour my might
making a king weak at his site
but inflamed inside you
daring to breath your essence
I'll count back from eleven
from each orgasmic conception
that I pull from releasing your intercepting
dam walls
the walls housing my passion fruit cologne
the true beautiful smell of my own
"You"
and I will wear you in my dreams
after love scenes
when everything seems to find time
to lay in bliss

Passionate touches
our blood rushes
and luscious kisses touch her hips
and her stomach and her breast
kissing the tension off her neck
and i kiss in a way that my lips submissively
cushion her skin as i softly press them to her flesh
and separate me lips on her neck after kiss
so she can feel me breathe for a sec
and think about the passion intimacy erects


Sunday, March 29, 2009

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Regreting My Sense of Smell




She is so so close


I can smell her scent still on my shirts


I can feel her kisses so good it hurts


and i hurt so bad


that my insides flirt


just a little with the cold


and embraces it until it can't be molded


frozen block solid


and I become dressed, very well suited


I am no longer naked in her eyes


she can't comprehened my thoughts


she can't see my blemishes


she can't see how my beautiful heart relishes the thoughtof us


all she can see is an expressionless face


niether stronger, nor weaker


kind of like a mix of uncertin chemicals in all black beaker


she can't see me as i clearly see her


she can no longer see in, nor through me


yet she stays, and this is wat gives me


the greatest of pain


so so very close, so close


I can smell her scent still on my shirts