a love that can never be replaced
style, elegance, grace, deceit and subtle element of hate
all traits you possess.
a love I have no desire of pursuing any longer
a love you permanently damaged, but only made me stronger
a love that doesn’t feel the same
a love you undermined
now it’s fair game.
i loved you
now my love is lost in a sea of deceit and your own superficiality
something you would have to confront
it was never going to be easy
i do hope it’s the most grueling, exhausting thing you’d ever have to go through
maybe you’d feel a pinch of how I felt being with you
but now you’ll understand how my love for you is now lost.
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 2:12 PM UTC
everything
i embraced you and thought I had everything
but I felt nothing
i thought I had everything
i had nothing
the thought of you was something that was golden; polished and smooth
prized possession and treasured
finally, I had you
it was somber and dull
filled with agony
I thought I had everything
but I had nothing.
nothing
i left though I had nothing
i now have everything
i am joyous and untroubled
i have everything, though now I have nothing
my back and shoulders are relieved now that I don't have the pressure of carrying such burden
i am free
i have everything
though now, I have nothing.
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 12:08 AM UTC
looking vacantly at something that caught me by surprise
a queen, blinded by her guilty pleasures
in a free space surrounded by sterling men
instead she chose him
the man who’s no good for her
but she couldn’t see it
walking into a pit of fire
as a bystander, i waited on the perfect opportunity to question her decision
“why would you do that to yourself?”
i like the risk of getting burned
i like the thrill of running away from the fire
i love the heat
May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 1:47 PM UTC
It's about 6 months later,
And your name continues to roll off my tongue
Like desperate droplets of water that,
Had by chance, gracefully made it's journey through the canopy of a forest.
It's about 6 months later,
And I continue to be tantalized,
As I reminisce about the moments of your very first touch.
The steady beating of your heart,
As my head lay stolid against your warm bust.
It's about 6 months later,
And your name still feels like home, yet so far away from home.
So close that I can touch it with my heart, but
So far that I can't even reach it with my arm.
It's been roughly 6 months later,
And I'm still not quite over you.
Your poetic stained lips drew me in like a bee to a flower;
******* up every single drop of nectar I could,
Concocting pure honey out of our love for each of us to devour.
It's about 6 months later,
And I am still entangled within your love.
Without the slightest intention of breaking free;
In hopes that I'll be somehow trapped for all of eternity, but,
Then again I have to think.
"Is this really the best thing for me?"
"Is the distance now between our hearts too far out of reach?"
Because it's been about 6 months now,
And it seems like you've moved on...
It's funny because I thought we would be together
Till Michael Jackson decided to sing another song,
Till Perry Christie gets re-elected, or,
Till Donald trump likes black folks at all.
All 3 things simply impossible,
As the thought of me and you not together.
But, it's been about 6 months now, and,
I'm beginning to feel a little bit under the weather.
"Together forever?", my friends would ask.
"Did you not hear me?" I would say
"Together forever, but for real this time...I'm sure of it...Trust me,
I know what I'm doing...I....love...him."
It's about 6 months later,
And I wonder every day if the thought of me ever crosses your mind.
If you think about us laying down watching the starry night sky while you're on your high,
If you happen to laugh from time to time about our silly inside jokes.
Remember baby, sigh...sigh...sigh...todo.
I sometimes ponder as to if it was real or was it just another story that began with "once upon a time",
But I always seem to find myself missing your poetically inclined, open mind, ******* you're fine,
Please take up all my time,
My heart begins to beat faster and faster.
**** I hope this story ends with "Happily Ever After".
It's about 6 months later,
And I pray that 6 months from now,
You will be able to look into my eyes and remember me
As the girl who has the audacity to be beautiful
Even on days when everything around her is ugly.
The girl who correlates your name with angels of a heavenly choir Singing at the beautiful exodus of her flight into the heavens.
The girl who was not afraid to get up in front of an audience
Of people she did not know,
Not only to prove to you that she was worth it,
But to pour out of her heart the startling truth...
That it's about 6 months later, and I am still solely in love with you.
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 7:42 PM UTC
bricks cemented together.
a wall.
surrounded by barbed gates and wire.
put up to turn away the most extreme weather.
weather?
love. feelings. you.
past relationships built this wall.
my heart is in a prison.
protected by the finest and most elite security.
i wanted you to break down my wall.
piece by piece.
so I can accept your love, flaws and all.
unfortunately my wall just became even more robust.
minor details.
the things you did, just gave me more reasons to keep my wall up.
the situation had me broken.
it had you broken too, that you couldn't be what I needed.
i'm sorry I placed you in a position where you had to play the role of a wrecking ball.
i watched you try to break down the wall.
bare hands.
clenched fists.
painful.
i watched you give up and cry.
your cry for help.
let me in please.
selfish.
that was selfish of me.
i should've known you wouldn't possess that kind of strength.
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 12:28 AM UTC
wildfire.
the more my love grew for you, the more you ran away from me.
protect yourself.
runaway and seek shelter.
pack your things, evacuate and move on.
how you suffered until you couldn't bare it anymore.
you left me alone to burn, consumed by my own flame.
i tried to understand, but I can't.
for you could not love me the way I loved you.
but my love was true, and for you.
you tried to put out my fire, now I realize you couldn't handle the everlasting flame of my love.
my love was the fire.
you were frightened by the thought of being swallowed by the heat of my flame.
i was only trying to love you.
you didn't want to get burned.
you couldn't embrace my feelings.
you ran.
you ran away from me.
i thought i was the light of your days.
but all i brought was darkness.
i thought i was giving you love.
but all I gave you was agony.
my flame gave off dark and hazy smoke, that blinded you.
my love was a wildfire.
Dec 29, 2017
Dec 29, 2017 at 1:09 AM UTC
Houston...
I try to mend things that are forever broken.
Let me drift away.
Don't help me.
I will find my way.
Houston we have a problem.
I believe it's time I relinquish my past, which you are apart of.
With you
My happiness
Under restriction.
Trying with you again is pointless.
I'm drowning in defeat and disappointment.
Houston you are my problem.
I can't hide from you anymore.
I must encounter the road of confrontation.
Tedious and weary, but staggering because it leads to your nature.
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 12:10 PM UTC
Truth is, the world needs more people to love.
Love is so rare now because everyone wants to play the tough guy. Truth is you're hurt on the inside and need LOVE, but has a fake "savage" persona.
Truth is, everything is about likes, follows, views, etc., but no one has morals. We are willing to do anything to get the above listed. Think.
Truth is, we are QUICK to bash people instead of help them become better.
Truth is, we are quick to reject correction and become FOOLS.
Truth is, we need to stop worrying about what people think. Love yourself and do what makes YOU happy.
I don't know who made it cool to be "cool".
Be yourself. If people are not f-cking with you, for being yourself, then so be it. They obviously don't need to be in your life.
Truth is, we need to focus on becoming better as individuals.
Peace and love.
-Ron McKenzie, @ronomckenzie
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 10:43 PM UTC
Back's against the wall now.
What am I to do now?
The pressure is weighing down on me,
the masses surrounding me.
with their mouths open, guns loaded.
mouths going,
guns blazing.
I don't wanna hear it but my ears are wide open.
Their Mouths are loaded with malicious and poisonous utterances.
Their Mouths are filled with hatred, ready to be spat on my face.
Whatever I choose to do, isn't enough.
It isn't good enough.
I am never enough.
As I'm getting older, I'm realizing that Their Mouths are of no significance.
Their Mouths and presence are only here, to TRY and bring me down.
Self love and self confidence is what I'm working on, but the feeling of not being good enough overshadows my realization,
I am enough.
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 5:21 PM UTC