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Pain visited me today,
It creeped in as an unexpected guest.
I felt his presence, he looked me in the eye & smiled as he tore my soul into pieces.
My world came crashing down…
Uncertainty filled my mind,
sadness befriended me
My eyes were appointed as clouds, they began their duty of giving out water.. causing non-perennial dams..
The touch of her hand,
I’ll never forget.
I watched her fight death, she put up a good fight…
God gained more than an angel but a soldier indeed.
Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 7:00 PM UTC
I could take centuries wringing about you,
Oh dear friend.
My newfound, unfamiliar friend.
If you told me -a year ago- that you’d be my best friend, I would’ve probably given you this fake smile you’ve forced me to wear all these months.
I would’ve probably flipped my braids, taking the other direction and vowing never to look back.
But here you are,
Oh dear friend.
You replaced my best friend. The second you realized that I knew that she left, you didn’t hesitate to introduce yourself.
You managed to take over my speech as well.
Sobbing became your definition of eloquence and I had to quickly learn that since you made it clear to me that you are here to stay.
You not only managed to build a home in my heart but you make certain to leave your mark; leaving me with bloodshot eyes on a daily.
Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 6:55 PM UTC
It's in the way your heart bleeds but still believes in love.
It's in the way your smile brightens up the room.
It's in the way your nurturing spirit makes the young feel safe.
It's the way you take precision in your choice of words
It's in the way you're selfless in loving
It's in the way you're not proud in learning.
It's in the way you appreciate all that is in & around you.
It's in the way you let pain camp in your heart because love bought it there and you'll do anything for love.
It's in the way your fingers search for his in everything...
It's in the way you're so perfectly destroyed.
It's in the way your doubts scream yet you choose to listen to your naive love be-living self..
Love..
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 3:28 PM UTC
01:52 am
have you ever asked yourself like why you so lonely?
01:53 am
or empty?
that maybe you give too much of your essence to people and never leave any of you for yourself
01:55 am
i know i do
02:05 am
and like that's maybe why i get so attached to humans
*because in them,
i find myself*
02:07 am
i need to change, because things shouldn't be this way
02:10 am
but it's hard sometimes you know, when most days you don't leave the house because you feel unworthy of the space you take up
02:16 am
so you'd much rather disintegrate into soil because you've become all too familiar with people stepping over you and admiring the outcome of your beauty but never the roots of your pain
02:19 am
i spend so much effort watering people in order for them to grow and hardly get enough sun shine to feed my own soul
02:25 am
because i don't know how to do anything else but care for everyone but myself
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 4:04 PM UTC
#12 | 31 Poems for August
I prayed to God and humbly thanked Him for your existence.
Even though I barely say much, I know He’s always listening.
No matter what you say or do, I’ll always remain in love with you.
All I want to do is show you the world’s panoramic view.
I’ve been blessed with the chance to love you.
I guess dreams do really come true.
Love, I’m bad at this beautiful thing people call love.
Listen, your complexion is truly a blessing.
I want the beauty of God manifested in all we do.
I’m fighting for our love, I wish you would too.
I’m fighting for our love, I can’t do this all alone.
I’m still learning how to love, I can’t do this on my own.
No matter what you say or do, I’ll always remain in love with you.
All I want to do is show you the world’s panoramic view.
I have gradually let my guard down for you.
In due time I hope you’ll do the same too.
Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 11:11 PM UTC
YOU WITH;
The hands that made the weapon. I laugh at YOU.
The heart that couldn't feign love. I laugh at YOU.
The wisdom that couldn't guide & advice.I laugh at YOU.
The hunter that couldn't provide. I laugh at YOU.
The courage of the world but never owned up. I laugh at YOU.
The ***** donor that couldn't be a father,nevertheless a man.
I laugh at YOU.
No-Kidding-I'm-Seriously-Joking.
-LOL-
-(L)ack of love
-lots (O)f love
-laugh out (L)oud
Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 11:10 PM UTC
#8 | 31 Poems for August
When I’m flooded with echoes of silence, my actions will slowly begin to speak.
Sometimes I cannot explain how you constantly have me feeling weak.
Loving you is a feeling I cannot control or put into any form of speech.
You’re always on my mind whether you’re by my side or not.
Nothing is more beautiful than the love that lies within.
Nothing is more beautiful than the poetry my hands have written on your skin.
Nothing is more beautiful than touching you, kissing you and loving you.
I cannot control nor explain loving you the way I do.
Distance and time will never dissipate our memories, I will always want to be next to you.
Know that this love will carry us into the future no matter what we go through.
Nothing is more beautiful than the love that lies within.
Nothing is more beautiful than the poetry my hands have written on your skin.
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 2:50 PM UTC
While I've read many times before that;
it's a bad habit to fall in love with somebody who doesn't love you.
To hold on to locked doors..etc...
It is also a terrible & tedious exercise to search outside for answers that are found within.
As if wanting some sense of comfort
-( a certainty). I mean if ***** shares similar sentiments then
it must be 'okay' it is then Possible...
We feed off confidence from others,never really trusting ourselves enough to define us.
Ask yourself,
How's it my purpose if you have to confirm it for me?
Look within & doubt your doubts, after all you're the only you that knows you.
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 11:21 AM UTC
#7 | 31 Poems for August
I haven’t been answering any of your texts or calls.
I needed some time alone, I know it has been a while.
It has been a while since you’ve heard me laugh or seen me smile.
I’m a mess, lately I’ve been feeling really stressed and depressed.
The things I’m holding back are things that need to be expressed.
I’m a mess, I need to get all this pain off my chest.
I don’t know who to run to or who to run from.
Or if I should be running at all.
If I’m willing to talk, will you listen like you always do?
We take life for granted knowing very well that tomorrow is not guaranteed.
I’m praying and hoping that someday I’ll be someone that they need.
I write to write, put the pen to paper and then I let it all bleed.
I never believed in people like you before but that was until I met you.
Vibe with me, pour a glass of wine and spend some time with me.
I promise that you’ll get blown away like autumn leaves on a windy street.
Breathe, breathe and listen to the echoes of your heartbeat.
That’s what it feels like to be free.
That’s what it feels like to vibe with me.
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 10:45 AM UTC
#9 | 31 Poems for August
I can never visualise God without the pulchritude that is you.
Nothing compares to the love that you give out to the world.
No matter the train of thought, it all leads to you.
We meet in the pages of our story where the ink holds us together.
As I write, these words become intertwined in the veins of loving hearts.
In the rain of your presence, my words always form a rainbow.
Forever overflowing, God’s love will never run out on you.
Confidence, happiness and love look absolutely good on you.
With such pulchritude, who wouldn’t believe in God?
This is for the women who taught me how to embrace God’s love.
Ever since that day, my demons questioned the value of their existence.
This is for the women who don’t seek the world’s acceptance and validation.
This is for the women of a different status, 31 to be exact.
This is for the women who know the true value of trust, the ones that always have each other’s backs.
To the women who are phenomenal in every single way.
To the women who eat, live, breed, give and sweat love; this is dedicated to you.
This is written for you, and to all the women who are still trying to find themselves this is for you too.
Every woman is phenomenal in every single way.
Every woman should have poetry written about her.
Every woman with a soul like a library deserves a chance to fall in love with a world that loves reading books.
Every woman is God’s resplendent work of art.
Every woman is beautiful.
“There is nothing more rare, nor more beautiful, than a woman being unapologetically herself; comfortable in her perfect imperfection. To me, that is the true essence of beauty.” - Steve Maraboli
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 10:44 AM UTC