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Naomi Chevalier May 2016
Beat
The sound of the heart
Beat
The steady drum that determines the time and rhythm of our life
Beat
This heart is a token of our life that we all possess
Beat
It sends life blood, shooting through arteries and streaming inside our veins
This persistent *beat
beat beat
determines whether we live or are considered dead
If we are all moved by this immensely powerful *****
That beats for life
love
hope
and what could be,
Why do we insist on treating one another less than our equal
This hearts that beats cries for what we all want acceptance and love...
If we want to initiate change we need to have a discussion
But after feeling pride that we CAN recognize that there needs to be change and doing nothing for the injustices we see
We need to decide how much of our heart are we willing to give to another
to make this change happen
We will find that we cannot give what we do not have, and in order to have, we must give away

*Beat
We are all here... and we are all born with the inalienable right to be loved, and to love. It is our choices that take away the freedom of others and ourselves. We must make choices that benefit, more than just ourselves, but ones that help other people be their most capable and confident.
We need to love
Naomi Chevalier May 2016
Your name was like a prayer to me
Safely kept in the corners of my heart
With one utterance I was afraid it would
Send you away
If I could do it over I would say your name every day
And cherish it like a prayer unto my soul
Our love could have healed that hole
That I know pained you
But my lips could only speak truth
And your ears were dead to honesty
Your feet and head took you away from me
You lost me, and I never had you.
Naomi Chevalier Apr 2016
Please tell me something beautiful
I want to feel alive
Like stars framed in the sky
Out light extinguished long ago
But the ethereal traces of us can still be
Observed dancing throughout the galaxy
And with every glimpse of those lingering memories
My heart grows colder and more distant
From this world
And travels further, expanding continually
But finds no solace to fill the void it irreverently leaves
Please, forgive me
I regret everything. I would want nothing more than to see you just one last time. To apologize. But you moved on long ago.
Naomi Chevalier Apr 2016
I can't go into the city
It reminds me of you
Your voice haunts my footsteps
The sights bring butterflies back to my stomach
And when evening comes, my heart can barely contain its excitement
At the thought of seeing you
It becomes incensed
So to cool it down
I think of your demeanor towards me
When I knew it was falling apart
I go back to that moment
When you bridled my passion
And my will submitted to yours
I think of the disdain with which I perceived you regarded me
Not her again
Is what I imagined you said
Every time your phone lit up
But really, I just wanted you to feel the love you deserve
This is my curse
Always giving, never receiving
Like the water bearer that is my sign
Aquarius in the sky
Water heals,
Why couldn't I have tried harder

Going back to those streets takes everything I have
I must not cry
But I can't, I don't know if you are everything to me
But I sure as hell wanted to find out
Why do I mourn that, which I never had

I never meant anything to you
Admit it

But you had the potential to be my whole world

But I know now , that to try giving you what you need
You would have to be as willing as me

And so I continue to pour out love waiting for you to catch it
Not knowing is the hardest part.
Naomi Chevalier Apr 2016
When I was 18 I fractured my pinky
riding my Huffy bike from my dorm to my vet tech class
I sat there in class for the next two hours
in horrified silence
not wanting to leave
I couldn't miss class
My hand turned from a beige to a lovely shade of indigo
like I had dipped the right side of my right hand in a vat of ink

That pain was nothing

When I was 20 I unceremoniously jumped from a mustang named Spirit
Fracturing my leg, the only thing keeping it attached was the muscle, tendons, and skin
But even that had been broken by a white bone
I cried and cried

That pain was nothing

See for a fractured finger or leg
You receive attention, and help
doctors crowd around you and inject you with morphin
and prescribe hydrocodine
to numb the pain
so that you can be put together again and heal
eventually forgetting why you cried in the first place

But what about a broken heart?
No one comes
and you are the only who feels that it would have been better had you been shot, because then you would know why you feel this way
there would be evidence of your pain
and a reminder that you used to be whole
not just a shade of who you once were
people wouldn't tell you to get over it
that you just need to think about something else

This pain is everything
Naomi Chevalier Apr 2016
He texts me in another language
One I am familiar in
My heart feels at home
He doesn't need an invitation into my life
He signed up before
And knows he belongs
He makes me feel loved
My presence is to him, a caressing breeze
Playful, and light
I speak to him in tongues of  love
Wishing you hadn't forgotten to speak it too
He can never replace you
But I will let him in
And he will do his best to fill the gaps you left in my language
You were my greatest dream
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