Just like the caterpillar that
turns into a butterfly,
things take time
I was upside down
building my cocoon
I covering me
So I could show you the best of me
Yet your patience
was already wearing thin
But my cocoon stage had only just begun
Nothing I did was being prolonged
nothing was overdue.
I was building me
but you didn’t quite seem
to understand the beauty of it all
But I continue to build,
I am in no rush
It takes awhile to see **** grow
It takes awhile for me to warm up to you
It takes awhile for you to be able to read me like an open book
but you gave up on me
you didn’t even try
you couldn’t quite see the beauty of it all
why can’t we just take our time?
I am worth the wait
I have so much love to give
but I’m selfish with my love
I don’t want run out of love
****
I don’t want run out of you
why are you so impatient with me?
to you I am just a caterpillar
with no potential
one who is not worth the wait
maybe this is not for us
Or maybe your eyes were not worthy enough to see me outside my cacoon
because you couldn’t quite see
the beauty of it all.
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 12:28 PM UTC
Summer is the season where I'm all up in my feelings.
I start missing people I shouldn't miss,
wanting things I shouldn't want.
Praying that we cross paths even though I know that's a bad idea, but I'm still optimistic.
And why am I feeling like this anyway? 19 years old waiting on imagery, believing in fantasies. And these emotions are real and raw. These emotions cut deep and no knife can create a deeper wound.
I'm telling you my mind is a dangerous place. I don't like to be alone. I am my own personal killer. I don't need no additionally help, I pull my own trigger and it's sickening to know that I can do this to myself. And it's sad to know that I can't save me from myself.
How can summer be so cold? How can summer steal my inner glow? Even my skin has lost its radiance. **** I wonder how's the winter going to be.
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 6:29 PM UTC
Flaws upon flaws,
My skin crawls,
The mirror reveals all,
My mothers words,
Lost to the whims of the world,
In a pursuit to please other girls,
I feel like an object of social dissection,
With the eye of the beholder,
What's your interpretation?
You see it too,
I hear the horror in your averted eyes,
You see all I despise,
There's no way for me to hide or deny,
I shouldn't be so fazed,
It's just a phase...
It will all fade.
~Zupe
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 7:46 PM UTC
I may not hit you up everyday but I still pray for you, talk about you, think of you. I always wonder what you're doing and if you're doing okay. I wonder if you need my affection as much as I need yours. What I'm feeling right now is more than a helpless want. And these feelings might go away but right now they are realer than ever. And I only want the best for me, the best for you and I could be the best for you.
I may not talk to you everyday but I still pray for you, I ask God to protect you because if something happened to you my heart might just stop and a part of me just might get lost. Isn't it funny? I hardly know you but I feel like you're a part of me.
I hope this lasts longer than the days of summer, longer than any season because this **** right here has deeper meaning and if it doesn't for any reason, just know I will always appreciate you and I will always pray for you.
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 3:16 PM UTC
woe is he,
who fell in love
with me-- a tragedy
written in the stars.
woe is me,
who looked out
for thee-- the artist
of all my scars.
woe are we,
who couldn't see
the impossibility
of our hearts.
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 3:06 PM UTC
Dear mr lover
brother, fellow lover
you came to mind
you're a type of blues
A hint of funk
& I thank Jah for that
Now brother, fellow lover,
your name has a certain ring to it
So I thank your mother for that
Now mr lover
why you so shy?
You're a man of swagger right?
A man with an ego too big for his own good
the man of night
The thief, the predator
A man that walks that walk
& talks that talk
One who holds his own
A kicking it back kinda guy
you just tryna keep it cool, right?
A smooth type of brother
But see mr lover
Your eyes give it away
they burn like flames
mr lover your cool demeanor is front, ok.
See your body language reads differently. the body of the mind is what I comprehend
your body language is what I'm fluent in
& mr lover it's the language of possibilities
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 8:09 PM UTC
But I didn't mean to fall for you
I didn't mean for our paths to cross
because if I could undo our friendly encounter
I would give every penny of my earnings
everything pound, every diamond
EVERYTHING
because our highs weren't high enough
& our lows caused this darkness to rain inside of me
I swear it was an accident, Cupid made a mistake
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 6:44 AM UTC
dear beautiful lover
I thought about you today
I'm completely and utterly in awe of you
I am smitten by all your shades of ebony
I can imagine you standing right before in all your shades of almighty
my king, it seems that we are fighting against distance, time and gravity
we are in our own universe
this gravitational phenomenon caused this soul to attract
to
you
you intrigue me
& I want to explore you
physically
mentally
& emotionally
I want to absorb you
soak you up like sponge
I want to fill up the hunger of my curiosity
with
you
I want to feed off of your intellects
be drowned in you intellects
I want to be attached to you in
every
single
way
I want you to write tasteful poems about me, as I do about you
but my everything,
it seems we are fighting against
distance, time and gravity
but maybe this is interlude
& our time will come
until then I shall just admire you from a distance
& write secret poems about you
until my pen runs out of ink
By Cheyanne Ntangu
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 3:09 PM UTC
If it wasn't for my curiosity,
I would have never of sold the body of my love to the demons of the world for them to get intimate with,
for them to fornicate with.
curiosity kills,
but he was still the
sweetest
piece
of
sin.
I give it up,
I gave my love virginity away
to the seeds of Adam.
The ones that woman was made from the dust of
I need cleansing,
I want what I once had back
If I knew I would have never of
played in loves playground,
and this is all because
of my curiosity.
By Cheyanne Ntangu
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 8:55 PM UTC
It's 7:52pm and I lay here in darkness
The sun light seeps through my blinds and the same way I watch the sun set, is the same way I watch the sun raise. My depression deprives me of sleep.
I lay here reading love novels all day. which only deepens my depression, as I yearn for it to be me. Even the characters pain seems more exquisite than mine.
What's wrong with me? How can I be so young and feel so old? Even my inner goddess is getting rusty.
What beauty do I have left?
But I choose to mourn in silence, with this strange feeling in my chest but I don't cry. My face remains emotionless. No one will understand the mist of my struggles, besides I'm too broken, too ****** up to be fixed, or to be wanted.
By Cheyanne Ntangu
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 3:19 PM UTC