The world is somber.
as it ceases moments existentially.
Seeing the earth like this
dwindles dreams & chips away at us all.
This is the instance our elders warned us about
to not let the vile of the world within.
Aug 1, 2019
Aug 1, 2019 at 11:11 PM UTC
When I go back more then a decade to the thought of my feelings in that exact moment of ulamite knowing of how much love I have for you. It takes me back as it slowly brakes me down, into this lovely moment
As I try to ignore this feeling in my face, as if the realizations is a relapse. The feeling painfully manifests in my nose as the pressure releases and I accept it all over again the warm wet feelings slowly move down my face, into my own comforting bitter sweet tears.
It is always within me even with his lack of presence. The love is still here.
Jan 31, 2017
Jan 31, 2017 at 4:32 AM UTC
Surviving the day is worthy of merit, but once you can make it to bed, it's a ******* victory!
Jan 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017 at 10:44 PM UTC
I'm sorry that I thought you were perfect for me.
I'm sorry that I thought you were capable of loving me, the way I needed to be loved.
I'm sorry I thought you respected me.
I'm sorry that I finally trusted a man again, and in doing so opened up to you of all people.
I'm sorry for the next woman that finds out too late that you, are incapable of loving a women.
Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 9:38 PM UTC
Euphoria is what he gives me
His prescence is all that's needed
I'm eager not nervous
Frequencies change when we step together
A sensational electrifying pulse flutters my heart as I stare into his eyes once more
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 4:58 PM UTC
Making people do what we believe is best for us.
Control.
In a state of wanting what we think we need.
Limited.
How is it possible to know what we need while so blinded by our egos hunger?
Selfish.
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 4:18 AM UTC
#31 | 31 Poems for August
(Written with Naledi Tshikota)
Write me a sonnet, point dozens of Cupid’s arrows to my heart if you dare to awaken it.
Tune into your inner Shakespeare, fantasize us as Bonnie and Clyde if you care to spend time in it.
Recreate the Titanic, recreate it with the ending of The Notebook if you can bear to believe in it.
And if that doesn’t work, cast me to sleep like the Romeo you are and let me awake next to your lifeless flesh and dagger as I pierce my soul with it.
Write me a sonnet, let every single one of those fourteen lines bleed with emotion.
Leave The Notebook next to my notebook and become the protagonist of my dreams.
Think like the wind and attain the kind of power that’ll allow you to blow me away on any given day.
Your presence keeps transforming our thoughts into beautiful poetic paintings, Basquiat and Picasso would’ve been proud.
Write me a sonnet, silence every impurity that does awaken my love.
Summon the essence of my soul for the taking of your unforsaken hands and make Mona Lisa cry sacred tears of joy.
Create simplistic glimpses that only our superior beings can understand, only then can I unleash my undying emotion towards your uncontested universe.
Write me a sonnet, the kind that will make me realise that your heart isn’t filled with any doubt.
The day I realised that words could touch you, I wanted to become a poem.
The kind of poem that Maya Angelou’s ink always dreamt about.
The taste of your smile still lingers on the edges of my lips.
I see galaxies in your eyes, it must be in the way I love you like I do.
I could’ve settled for less but I don’t want anyone else but you.
Write me a sonnet that speaks to the heart of my mind.
Because I always hear your heartbeat when I think about you.
Write me a sonnet that intertwines our inner intuitions.
A sonnet that makes you believe in shooting stars if you’re into wishing.
And finally that captures the very essence of the unknown soul that’s unspoken of.
Because it’s within your golden silence that I hear the loudest cry.
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 2:17 AM UTC
It's the first time I feel my heart is whole, unbroken and full
I am proud that I pushed myself for so long, and finally exceeded this glass ceiling that I unconsciously created.
I reached a place of self actualization
A place I thought was made up for traumatized people to aspire to.
I feel that for once my heart is actually mine.
That my heart is home
Home for me not the people that abandoned me.
What a feeling.
I learned my worth
And I feel free
Thank you.
Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 2:02 AM UTC
Why do we always find a way to come back to eachother? He said.
Me: it reminds me of a wind chime,like the wind blows us back into rhythm.
What? He said.
Me: Our hearts when we are chiming together it is like a mesmerizing melody.It reminds me that we are beings on our journeys meant to meet the ones we can't and don't ever want to forget. That kind of feeling that once you get that vibration that consumes you,you're never going to be able to replace it.
And he would of said: True.How can it be that we do this all the time ?
Me: Love is the catalyst to every decision, and this is how beauty shines through and creates happiness. Happiness is the meaning of life, and letting go of fear is the purpose. Individually our happiest place is while we are together...why are we holding back? We are soul mates.
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 9:03 AM UTC
I am sitting in my studio
trying to get to you.
Gazing at smoke
drift off this beautiful ember
All
the way up
to the ceiling
slowly
filling the room
Hitting this without you,is just not as exciting
I guess
I
hit
myself
beat
myself
to this high point
to this fluffy cloud
All though
all alone
I am content
slowly drifting
away.
To a place
No one can tell me negative things
if they did
I probably
would not care
My mind
uncontrollably goes
to this wonder place
you know,
that place
where any idea is cool
and everything is,
you know
positive.
But
Lighting my bowl
flashes me back
to that moment
you know,
the reality
that you are not here
simply, cause
you do not want to be.
Quickly
pulling myself back
to a positive thought
I start to tell myself
what you have done is really no big deal,
and how you make me
smile.
I grin.
You know that cloud
I zooted myself to,
the figment
that I created
I fell from it
I fell so hard
I have no idea what I could be feeling
feeling?
Feelings,
As crushing as it has been throughout the years
I have never been ashamed of these feelings I have for you,
that I just simply can not explain,
why?
I understand,
you do not believe
these feelings,
at times
I do not even believe these
things
to be mine,
someone must of put them here,
maybe you did before you left.
Regardless
I can not believe
how consistent they are
how selfless they are
how unchangeable they are
cause
of
how
you
are.
~~~~~~~~
How you were unaffected
by my feelings
I hesitantly
showed you.
There was
no reciprocation
of your feelings cause,
you could not even feel for yourself.
But
without words spoken
I knew
there was feelings there
that you denied
Cause
what was there within us
vibrating back and forth
was so potent
so vibrant
so tangible
it could only have been denied status
but
could not help, but to have been seen.
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 10:39 AM UTC