As i lay in bed thoughts worry my mind...
How long before she calls, how many days before she worries for...how long before he sleeps and she grasps a moment of time away?
The repeats of our times together, how much she always cared for me when i needed someone...how she was there before he came between us...
Where I use to lay, where my love once dwelled undisturbed, he now lies with his presence keeping her at bay...
The days once filled with us are now surrounded by him
Her wedding day crushed me, her beauty unknown and her eyes drenched with hope for her future with him, no longer talk of memories together, no future for us...
Nothing left to mark our days just the body between us...him with the heart of a child and me with the heart of a lonely lioness doomed to walk the Sahara no companionship, no one to make the long hot days bearable...he lies between us....
His mouth filled with half truths, his mind cluttered with insecurities, his heart selfish and thoughtless, and his soul black and dim....he lies between us
I dont expect for her to ever really see, to ever really know that beneath it all he laid between us...
*Inspiration*
Having to make nice with a fungus growing on her life
Friday, December 31, 2010
Digressing
Cold are my thoughts
Deep are my feelings
Bottomless with much emotion
I never thought i could be so hurt by someone who was no one to me
Odd how my memories back track me to a time where hear you say my name or simply speak to me made each drop of rain seem like a small blessing and every storm cloud a shade tree
How hard to eye myself, mirrors prove to be hell bent on showing a reflection so distorted it's unrecognizable
The torture of dreams of happiness depress me, so i don't sleep...i don't dream
Insomnia a rude reminder of how my mind doesn't belong to me
Of how thoughts of you and all unsolved mysteries circle my head until nauseous, until tears and sighs are the only tonic that can lull me to sleep
Living, sleeping, breathing with my enemies
Calling them by name like friends, never disclosing that they are truly foe
Reverting to a place where fear is a war hug and hate is a soft kiss
Simply so i won't have to face another day with truth staring at me
My only option for self-survival is digression...damn, writers block,,,,
*Inspiration*
aiisnmo dan ymdseinrf
Deep are my feelings
Bottomless with much emotion
I never thought i could be so hurt by someone who was no one to me
Odd how my memories back track me to a time where hear you say my name or simply speak to me made each drop of rain seem like a small blessing and every storm cloud a shade tree
How hard to eye myself, mirrors prove to be hell bent on showing a reflection so distorted it's unrecognizable
The torture of dreams of happiness depress me, so i don't sleep...i don't dream
Insomnia a rude reminder of how my mind doesn't belong to me
Of how thoughts of you and all unsolved mysteries circle my head until nauseous, until tears and sighs are the only tonic that can lull me to sleep
Living, sleeping, breathing with my enemies
Calling them by name like friends, never disclosing that they are truly foe
Reverting to a place where fear is a war hug and hate is a soft kiss
Simply so i won't have to face another day with truth staring at me
My only option for self-survival is digression...damn, writers block,,,,
*Inspiration*
aiisnmo dan ymdseinrf
Poetic Dreams
Loneliness is tempting she thought
When alone her world opens up
Time alone in her solitude leaves her space to think, only thoughts of him rush in like ocean water to the shore
Her skin starts to flush, her eyes to water
She becomes dizzy and her hands began to wonder
Wondering if the heat in her face has spread through out her temples trying to focus her energy on her thoughts
Thoughts of him becoming slow-motion fantasies
The flat of her chest so warm she's dying to finish the movie in her mind
In her mind his touch is so careless, but tender and daring begging her to submit
The small of her back damp with the fantasy of him her hand wonders
Her stomach stiff, navel drenched, back arched she wonders
Could it be like this loving him with a heart so full, his tone low, but comforting and warm enveloping her in dreams so sweet
Her fingers creeping to the source of heat in her lap
She strokes the switch and turns the furnace up blazing her own thoughts
In her mind he is there inside of her love, he moves her roughly, but cradles her gently letting her know it is okay to give, and give until you hurt the sweetest hurt
She reaches inside until she touches the softest most vulnerable G
She nurtures it until it loves her back, sending her contorted body into shock allowing a wave of care to shower over her until clean
Her arms limp, her fingers dripping liquid care to the carpet
Her breathes heavy, cooling her temple, finally her film draws to an end and she is satisfied
Her solitude, her comfort
Her loneliness, her friend
Her temptation, her lover
She is simply a poet and in her seclusion she writes poetry with her body
*Inspiration*
Hands that are willing to give..
When alone her world opens up
Time alone in her solitude leaves her space to think, only thoughts of him rush in like ocean water to the shore
Her skin starts to flush, her eyes to water
She becomes dizzy and her hands began to wonder
Wondering if the heat in her face has spread through out her temples trying to focus her energy on her thoughts
Thoughts of him becoming slow-motion fantasies
The flat of her chest so warm she's dying to finish the movie in her mind
In her mind his touch is so careless, but tender and daring begging her to submit
The small of her back damp with the fantasy of him her hand wonders
Her stomach stiff, navel drenched, back arched she wonders
Could it be like this loving him with a heart so full, his tone low, but comforting and warm enveloping her in dreams so sweet
Her fingers creeping to the source of heat in her lap
She strokes the switch and turns the furnace up blazing her own thoughts
In her mind he is there inside of her love, he moves her roughly, but cradles her gently letting her know it is okay to give, and give until you hurt the sweetest hurt
She reaches inside until she touches the softest most vulnerable G
She nurtures it until it loves her back, sending her contorted body into shock allowing a wave of care to shower over her until clean
Her arms limp, her fingers dripping liquid care to the carpet
Her breathes heavy, cooling her temple, finally her film draws to an end and she is satisfied
Her solitude, her comfort
Her loneliness, her friend
Her temptation, her lover
She is simply a poet and in her seclusion she writes poetry with her body
*Inspiration*
Hands that are willing to give..
Unforgettable You
Rain washed windows and drawn drapes
Shadow the face of a woman with no memory, no distinct value or luster
She can place no event with a time
Her tears, pure liquid memory…she is drained, broken dazed, and confused
No specific event broke her, but rather a collection of thoughts and memories brought her to pass…
One tear…one memory….that is all she really wishes to forget…
Her head light, near empty, with one tear refusing and refuting her
A memory so strong that it is made up of what she thought to be a lifetime of random connections….a series of hugs, touches, kisses, kisses, promises for tomorrow made yesterday never unfold today …
She calls it the unforgettable tear, in her mind made up by Unforgettable you…you who blazed a trail so deep into her memories that she with or without your permission, will not and cannot forget…
To cope with losing a game designed for only the unforgettable to win…
She sits with no intention, how can a heart be broken, and when is it truly broken…when the last real I love you is never spoken, when the kiss that could have safe it all never occurs, or when the first tear marking the beginning of an end falls
Who intends to hurt in love for sport, but some words…no matter how simple the gesture or mundanely put, can bring a person near death…
“It’s not that it isn’t working, it’s just not working how it should…don’t be sad don’t even think about me, just forget…pretend as if I were never here…just erase me…”
Words so explosive, never meaning ignite…carry in so many different memories…
Erase, erase all times of true happiness, all times of sincere acceptance, erase every feeling, every thought…simply wash your mind as you would your body and forget…me, you, us…forget everything I’ve said…every I love you, I’ll always need you, even the days spent pondering our forever forget…
These are just terms to the unforgettable, plainly…orders of release…simply stated matter of fact..these things to the unforgettable are ways of life… they have no distinct value, place, or time amongst them, they are memories that upon request and command can be forgotten …
But who could erase Unforgettable You…
*Inspiration*
The Most unforgettable woman in the world R.I.P.
Mello Smooth
The tone of your voice, I mean that low smooth rasp drives me crazy
Each syllable feels like one warm finger running across a part of my body...down my spine
My breathing heavy, my body light, my mind nearly blown and all you’ve said is my name
One touch, and my body falls limp to the bed, already soaked from the sheer thought of you listening to your mello smooth
You owe me one night!
The torture I’ve endured at your hands, the sweet agony, pleasure with so much pain
The torture I’ve endured at your hands, the sweet agony, pleasure with so much pain
I deserve to have you, and control you while under my tantalizing spell
Your eyes look at me, and see parts of me that I couldn’t believe existed and those parts feel the fullness of you
You don’t have to tell me you love me, my tongue won’t form the words
Don’t ask so much from me, just give yourself to me and let me have you and lift you to unbelievable heights
Listen to my mello ....so smooth, and let my words ....so savory, tame you and release you
Don’t ask so much from me, just give yourself to me and let me have you and lift you to unbelievable heights
Listen to my mello ....so smooth, and let my words ....so savory, tame you and release you
Like silk let my words fold over you, and down your body .... giving you chills
Shiver under the pressure of the thoughts of my how I feel, my warm but seductive breath on your nape, my words sharp
Let pleasure enter your ears but don’t tell me they touched your heart just feel me, and my mello sensations
Let pleasure enter your ears but don’t tell me they touched your heart just feel me, and my mello sensations
Taste me, my chocolate so sweet, and let me linger on your tongue
Feel my chocolate melt in your mouth like my body in your arms
Feel my chocolate melt in your mouth like my body in your arms
Draw me into you, there is no other way this could possibly work if you don’t
Like a moth I am mesmerized by your flame.... its glow, its mystical scarlet and amber dance
Your sway matched with mine, our mello smooth comparison....our moments shatter boundaries
Like a moth I am mesmerized by your flame.... its glow, its mystical scarlet and amber dance
Your sway matched with mine, our mello smooth comparison....our moments shatter boundaries
Drink me, and have me in your soul...take in the fuel you need Fire Starter
This isn’t love...though it’s often mistaken
Its common necessity, and mutual demand
Feel me submerge you inside, and recognize my smooth tactics and respect my mello way
Love is cliché so don’t love me... instead need me , and want me
Me and my mello smooth vibrations
*Inspiration*
Mello Smoothe(Sumthin' Sumthin'), Now, Maxwell
This isn’t love...though it’s often mistaken
Its common necessity, and mutual demand
Feel me submerge you inside, and recognize my smooth tactics and respect my mello way
Love is cliché so don’t love me... instead need me , and want me
Me and my mello smooth vibrations
*Inspiration*
Mello Smoothe(Sumthin' Sumthin'), Now, Maxwell
Monday, October 11, 2010
its complicated. . .
Why oh is it so hard to trust?? I mean anyone, if you meet a person why is it more reasonable to believe that the person will do you something before believing they'll do you some good. Rough childhoods are grately appreciated by me. . .it Was hard going thru it but seeing how ppl are in this day and age the walls built during childhood stand to take a whooping! But im not saying all of this because im advocating mistrust, im just experiencing some complications. I think ive found the guy! I mean "The Guy" he's everything ive wanted for sometime now(a long while!). Im just afraid of actually being happy and that he might actually be and honest and true soul. I know its far fetched and all but i cant shake the sensation that he might be the man to make me happy and if that is true then why am im sooo worried about his trustworthiness. . .but When i really think about it, its not that i dont trust him im afraid he doesnt trust me. . .i Mean ultimately ppl who have trust issues usually deep down are worried if that person really trust them, and if you cant believe they trust you if you cant be absolutely sure they trust you youll never really trust them. Needless to say he trust me and finds me to be a very moralful young woman and i appreciate that he does, because i feel the same about him but the hoes he spends time w/ when he's not spending time w/ me are truly the ones i dont trust. Its not that i think badly of all woman, its the simple fact that there are more women than men and even in my young age of 20, i feel the urgency to mate off soon before all good mates are . . .mated .. .?? Anyways im concerned that i might be one of those love to be inlove girls and that is certainly not my style, but i love romance. . .what Can i say its complicated. . .
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