You came over me like a summer storm:
Unexpected, Sudden, Explosive.
Did I catch the scent of your rain?
Did I feel the shift of your wind?
Did I notice the darkening of your
cloudy gaze as it settled on me?
The lightning of your words
presumed the thunder in my heart.
And I was caught in the downpour
of your affection.
And I was drenched in the torrent
of your desire.
How did I miss the scent of your rain,
And the shift of your wind, and the darkening of your
cloudy gaze as it settled on me?
You stole your way into my thoughts;
The swarm of your clouds
became a haze over my mind.
until I became a tempest of emotion,
And the furor of my storm matched the fury of yours.
And we were swept away, together,
in the flood of our desires.
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 4:06 PM UTC
You think I don’t see
The way you lean away from me,
as if my Blackness is catching.
I watch your eyes, watch your things;
Taking inventory in preparation
For
What?
I see your smile get the tiniest bit tighter,
when I park myself next yourself
and ourselves are no selves
At
All.
Yeah, I notice the way you begin to shift,
like an unscratchable itch is inching inching inching
across your skin.
Or is it just my skin?
Those whispered words between you
and your little blond-haired friend
are not as soft as you’d like to believe
But I think you already know that
and I know that you know that I know,
not like
it
matters.
And I am left to bear the brunt of your discomfort
Saying my bad, my fault, it’s on me
But it isn’t, is it?
You think I can somehow ruuuuuub my
blackness
all. over. you.
Besmirching your not-so-fair skin
(you’ve got a little something right there).
Am I condescending on your privilege,
invading on your right, not my right, to be you and not me?
Huh,
Well guess what?
You can’t catch my blackness.
It’s not a disease,
coughing and breathing and bleeding you in.
It won’t wipe off on you if I touch you (yeah I said it)
Breathe easy home girl.
Besides, I wouldn’t give it to you if you begged me
hands raised, knees bent, eyes welling, swelling, filling and spilling.
I didn’t catch my blackness. You won’t either
But maybe if you could,
you would
understand how your actions make me feel
And wouldn’t that be progress?
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 4:01 PM UTC
You make me feel like
A natural Woman.
Like a woman with curves
And hips that don’t lie,
And ******* that don’t quit.
You make me feel like
An intelligent woman.
Like a woman with intellect
And thoughts in her mind
And wits in her soul.
You make me feel like
A beautiful woman.
Like a woman with sparkling eyes
And luscious lips
And a captivating smile.
You make me feel like
A wanted woman.
Like a woman you desire
With the touch of your hand
And the song of your mouth.
You make me feel like
A real woman.
Like a woman who wants
And inspires
And entices you.
You make me feel like
A powerful woman.
Like a woman who can charm your heart
And beguile your soul
And devour you whole.
You make me feel.
You make me feel
You make me feel
Like a Woman.
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 3:52 PM UTC
How could I have come to love you so?
In such a short period of time
The depth of my feelings leaves me
Breathless, a sigh
And the thought of leaving you makes my chest ache
How did you steal so softly into my heart?
Worming your way into the deepest oceans of my love,
You’ve rooted yourself in me and I can’t dig you out
When all this is said and done, I will be the one who hurts, bleeds
And you will go on, as you always have
Standing Eternal.
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 11:46 AM UTC
You're my biggest regret;
Bet you didn't know that...
I was always good
at surprising you.
Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 1:49 PM UTC
i refuse to play by your rules.
i fold into myself as you
attempt to dictate my Mind.
your words fall
like bricks
upon the surface of my Heart.
you push and you press
and all I want to do is run.
do you not see?
can you not tell?
i am not a piece
of clay
for you to impress upon.
you cannot mold my beliefs.
you cannot form my values.
your wrong is not my wrong.
your right is not my right. and
Salvation
is not yours to call.
you gave birth to me but
you didn’t give me Life.
you are not
entitled
to my Soul.
Jul 23, 2012
Jul 23, 2012 at 8:57 PM UTC
I think I killed a man today
I stabbed him twice and twice again
His blood gushed out
Over my hands
A tempest of life
A Niagara fall
I stared at him
He couldn’t breathe
I watched him leave
I watched him bleed
His accusing eyes
I watched them dim
And fade and fade
To haunt my days
I killed a man
I took a life
I felt no shame, no guilt, no pain
He died in vain
I’m glad he did
I think I’ll do it all again.
Jan 21, 2012
Jan 21, 2012 at 3:13 PM UTC
I don't blame you
Not for the words you forgot to speak
Not for the actions you didn't take
Not for the thoughts you left me to think
Not for the regrets, not for the mistakes
I won't blame you
or your eyes blinded so conveniently
or your ears momentarily blocked
or your lips silenced repeatedly
or the shame the years have unlocked
I shouldn't blame you
because I did not open my mouth to tell
because I fought my battles alone
because it's not your fault you didn't know
because I kept my burdens all my own
I do not blame you
I will not blame you
I should not blame you
But I do
May 22, 2011
May 22, 2011 at 11:05 PM UTC
Heathcliff my love,
Had I known you at times before
Before the glory days of your tormentor
Perhaps your future would not be so bleak.
Heathcliff my love,
If you had not been so hated
Your misery and doom lain fated
Your life might have reached its peak.
Heathcliff my love
Were you not bruised and beaten?
Were you not shamed without reason?
Until you had no cause to be weak.
Heathcliff my love
Once you have broken free
With your rage contained barely
Will you find the revenge you seek?
Heathcliff my love
When terror is six feet below ground
And all that remains is offspring dumbfound
Will equivalent wind render his oblique?
Heathcliff my love
The one you detested you have become
And young son’s potential left unsung
Do you finally see the havoc you wreak?
Feb 3, 2011
Feb 3, 2011 at 7:36 AM UTC
The trash is half full,
With papers and words and half finished thoughts
Now lost in the land of never-to-be-completed
The wallpaper has continued its peeling;
The brown underneath a long forgotten memory
A breeze blows through
A stranger in an equally strange place
This house is no longer home.
Jul 26, 2010
Jul 26, 2010 at 6:15 PM UTC