If I say everything that flows through my head, the world would freeze in fear. Instead I suffocate my thoughts into nothingness…
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“Unrequited love is terrible. There is no pain on earth like it.”
See how the eagle soar so high in flight, a majestic sight for all in the heavens and soil beneath? One day I will release that toil in my heart with such ease and not with a sigh.The way I allowed you to slip into my blood like vicious lustful red blood cells was anemic danger. For one who hardly drinks I was ready to sip on our conversations which were always so red winery deep.You fed an insatiable hunger that hang like a parasitic creature sucking more and more. I love that feeling of comfort I felt around you which especially came from an intellectual simulation which surrounds my passion. Just like Jojo “I am a sucker for a guy with a beautiful mind,” the mind you dutifully pluck under layers of protection. Yet I saw it and so began my journey into heartbreak. I am bait to you, reeling your line at convenient times to keep me netted.
Guarding My Heart [An Alphabet Poem]
An array of thoughts
Babbling through my ever so
Cautious mind. Should I
Delve into your world of
Fissure red-hot emissions or slide through to the
Glaciers on the other side of
Halt to the three four?
Inquiry mind of mine
Just needs to
Know am I as appreciated as your
Makes it seem.
Nodding your head in the heat
Of passion does not
Provide a justified answer.
Questions I do have the
Right to ask for my heart
To keep me safe and for the sanity of my thoughts
Urging me to dissect the
Very deep core of your
Wavering attitude. I will
X-ray every emotion, every
Yearning my heart, my body gives before I get to that
Zone of comfort.
When cinders from all the dust
soils your clothes, food and mood
do what you must
to stay level-headed cool.
Smile inside even if it does not
crack to your mouth.
Do not allow that crippling rot,
filling your heart with a drouth
decaying all chances of future joy.
Hold on to the hope of the Cinderella blessing,
where the glass slipper melts away all stressing.
The silver lining is around the corner
so pick up your persistent armour.
A poem encouraging all (myself included) to hold on to faith that circumstances will change for the better. My contribution for Jackie’s Thinking Corner encouraging all to inspire positive thinking.
The Heart Admits
When I realize the extent I let you touch my heart, it makes me cry.
It was that deep, levels of emotions dipping into mariana trenches of soul ties that…
I need to call my pastor.
I do not want a permanence but a taste that may erase the trace of you.
But seedlings of doubt urge me against sampling thine fruits thinking of a future date that will never be.
Yet it does not stop the twirling of butterflies that reach to the eyes like the effect of pollen to a spring allergic.
Surviving Malicious Gossip
I will keep my head up and when my chin starts drooping, I will slap it back into location.
When their words fly darts of Pit Bull viciousness, I will smile in my heart because I know even if he is silent, my God sees everything.
Even when the temptation to respond raises quick like the cheetah out for a meal, I bite my tongue to keep my storm at bay.
I am encouraged by the words of the Good Book, I find comfort in knowing that nothing is wrong with me because scores attack.
Attack with their matching red coated armies because I decide to wait for sex. It is my decision and if I perhaps change course in the future, it is still my decision.
So I live to raise another day because of the mercies of God not to rage holy war with anyone but to live peacefully with all men.
Not because I am afraid because I have two blood mix that can shut down these fool but because God has done a number on my heart.
I am not cantankerous, needy and hiding under a cloak of much needed attention (that is the issue with many motor mouths), so quarrelling does not appeal to my nature.
May God deal with them.
Prompt Stomp Week 14: Survival
Jaws of Death
Sometimes it is healing.
A person no longer suffering.
Death is peace, depending on
your viewpoint angle.
It like a gentle sunset riding away
on waves of see you later, not
that you cared anyways.
Death is coming.
I do not want to say goodbye, she told him with her lips.
She wanted to feel closer to him up on her tippy toes.
Time stood still as she drunk from the tall drink of champagne
as everyone else melted in the distance.
I want to hold on, to feel that warmth of your touch he told her with his kiss.
Moments like this, he did not care about public attention.
He needed to get as much affection he could before he knew he had to let go.
Goodbyes sucks but for now he is making memories with his girl.
What/Why I Love
Your non-physical touch unfolded my heart like a flower in the beginning of bloom.
You made me responsive and hungry for your love just as a bee sucking the attractive nectar.
I remember when I felt that small yawning inside, too nervous to think about it, let alone admit it.
Then came the Lion roaring in my chest and it scared the daylights out of me like the sun dipping over the horizon.
I remember when I first met you, dealing over the affairs of History. I was too busy sorting out the loose ends of our project to notice you but when I did, boy oh boy did I love what I heard.
Like Jojo “I am a sucker for a guy with a beautiful mind” and you were that man.
Our minds dance over ideas and debates of politics, history, family and religion. Our discussions became food, an insatiable delight.
I suspect my head fell for you before my heart, a heart that you once ask me to follow.
It is a puzzle, like Charlotte in a web I wrote my heart on my sleeves without realizing my actions.
My heart cried bullets of despair when I caught how far my ship sailed into your harbour. I gave so much without any discussion of exclusivity.
Your name was always in my head along with a goofy grin when I recall something you said and/or did.
Your stubbornness collided into my stubbornness into a boiling pot of too much comfort with each other
Although time has faded the urgency of feelings your essence still hugs my being. I no longer beat up myself for thinking of you. It is what it is…
Prompt Storm 11: Why/Why I love