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Jun 14 · 216
distance
Nalani Breeze Jun 14
There's a distance growing between us,
a quiet space where words used to be.
Your eyes don't meet mine as often,
and your laughter seems miles away.

I lie awake, wondering,
if your heart has found another path.
Is there someone else
drawing your smile, your attention?

I notice the small things,
a text you quickly hide,
a name you casually mention,
and my heart clenches in response.

Is my mind playing tricks
or is it truly someone else?

I wish I could ask you
but fear holds my tongue
and there's also a knowing
that you will dance around honesty

Each day, we move further
apart from one another
love is slipping through our fingers...
Jun 14 · 213
Journal Entry 6/14/2024
Nalani Breeze Jun 14
I've been feeling uneasy lately. It's hard to shake this nagging sense of doubt when there are so many inconsistencies. One day, everything seems perfect and we're laughing and connecting like never before, then the next day, things change... Your words don't match your actions, and then distance creeps in for no clear reason.

It's exhausting trying to make sense of it all. I can't tell if it's just my imagination or if there's something genuinely off.  I keep wondering if I am being too sensitive or if these inconsistencies are signs of a deeper issue. It's confusing and honestly, pretty scary. I'm always on edge, waiting for the next unexpected shift. It's hard to move forward when we cant even stand on solid ground...
Jun 6 · 203
Nah.
I don't desire a woman whose presence is as common as the air we breathe, whose essence is diluted by the multitude of admirers begging for her attention.
I seek a rare gem,
A woman whose allure is as enigmatic
as the depths of the ocean, her mystery captivating
and her charm unparalleled.
I crave a companion whose company is a privilege,
earned through genuine connection and mutual respect, not handed out freely to any passerby.

Give me a woman whose beauty is not measured
by the number of suitors at her door,
but by the depth of her intellect,
the strength of her character,
and the fire in her soul.
In that rarity lies her true allure,
a treasure to be cherished
not a prize to be won in a game of chance.
Jun 6 · 184
Surrender
Surrender your body to me.

Bare body pressed against the brick wall
Hands tied overhead
Hair pulled back
Your body so warm and hot
Feel my ice cold kisses on your shoulders
My wet tongue running up your neck
Feel the red imprints of my hands on your ***
Moan for me ever so slightly
Beg me for more
Beg for me to never stop
Shutter at the feeling of my hands on your *****
Bite those pink lips at the pleasure of
my teeth markings on your body

Surrender yourself to me

Let me toss you on fresh sheets
Spreading your legs apart
Gently placing my hands on your slit
Rubbing slowly against soaked laced *******
Tongue tied in your body
Feed me your taste
Fill me with the flavor of your honey
Grip my head with your legs
Watch me explore your valley
Stare at me with such intense eyes
As I climb up tracing every curve with my velvet tongue
Wrap your glistening legs around my waist
Take me in until you can no longer go
Grip the sheets, head tilted back
Claw at my body
I'll  guide you along the line between pain and pleasure

Surrender yourself to me

Let's explore our pleasures together
Jun 6 · 79
Unraveling you
I want to unlove you.
To peel away each memory,
every whispered word, and trace of your touch that clings to my skin like a shadow.
I want to unweave the moments we shared, unraveling the fabric of our time together
until there's nothing left
but threads of what once was.
To scrub my heart clean of your imprint,
to erase the echoes of your laughter
that haunt the corners of my mind.
I want to unlove you so thoroughly
that the void you left
becomes a distant, forgotten echo,
a faded photograph in the album of my past.
But in this pursuit of unloving,
I find that every attempt stitches you deeper into my soul,
where love once blossomed
and now bittersweet memories take root.
6/5/2024
May 25 · 120
Unearthed
Nalani Breeze May 25
quiet moments of the night, beneath the shimmering glow of the moon, I find myself enveloped in a sense of longing, a yearning to reconnect with the roots that bind me to the earth. As an Afro-Indigenous soul, I am a child of two worlds, yet I feel the weight of disconnection pressing upon my heart.

The wind whispers secrets to me, carrying echoes of ancestors long gone, their voices mingling with the rustle of leaves and the song of the night. I listen intently, eager to learn the stories of those who came before me, to understand the wisdom they left behind and the legacy they entrusted to my care.

But in the midst of this longing, I feel a sense of displacement, as if I am adrift in a sea of unfamiliarity, searching for the shore of belonging. I ache to reclaim the traditions and customs that have been lost to time, to honor the heritage that courses through my veins like a river of memories.

And so, I turn my gaze to the moon, seeking solace in its gentle radiance, knowing that it too has witnessed the struggles of my ancestors and the triumphs of their spirit. In its luminous embrace, I find the courage to embark on a journey of rediscovery, to chart a course back to the roots from which I have been severed.

For in the quiet of the night, when the world falls silent and the stars shine bright, I find the courage to reconnect with the land that bore me and the people who came before. And though the path may be long and winding, I walk it with determination, guided by the whispers of my ancestors and the gentle caress of the wind.
May 25 · 111
Love's Reckoning
Nalani Breeze May 25
The weight of regret settles heavy upon the shoulders of those who have shattered hearts in their wake. Like ripples in a pond, the consequences of their actions spread far and wide, touching lives in ways they could never have imagined. Karma, that unfathomable force of the universe, has a way of balancing the scales, of bringing about justice in its own time.

For those who have broken hearts, karma is a relentless teacher, offering lessons in empathy and understanding. It whispers reminders of the pain they inflicted, urging them to confront the consequences of their actions with humility and grace. They may find themselves on the receiving end of rejection, abandonment, or betrayal, forced to reckon with the same emotions they once callously disregarded.

Yet karma is not merely punitive; it is also a catalyst for growth and redemption. Through the trials and tribulations it brings, those who have broken hearts have the opportunity to evolve, to cultivate empathy and compassion where there was once indifference. They may come to understand the depth of their own actions and vow to tread more gently upon the hearts of others in the future.

In the end, karma serves as a reminder that we are all interconnected, that the pain we inflict upon others reverberates within our own souls. It is a call to mindfulness, to consider the consequences of our actions before we act, and to strive for kindness and integrity in all that we do. For in the dance of karma, every step we take echoes throughout eternity, shaping the world in ways both seen and unseen.
May 24 · 102
"Echoes of Invisibility"
Nalani Breeze May 24
In a room full of people, I often feel like a ghost. Conversations swirl around me, vibrant and alive, yet I remain on the periphery, an observer to lives that seem effortlessly connected. There’s a hollowness in being overlooked, a quiet ache that settles in the spaces between words left unsaid.

I move through my days wearing a mask of normalcy, my thoughts a labyrinth that few care to navigate. Eyes glance past me, uninterested, unseeing. I wonder if they sense the depth beneath the surface, the complex landscape of my inner world. But no one asks, and I remain a solitary island in a sea of faces.

The longing to be seen, truly seen, is a silent plea I carry within. To have someone pause, look beyond the facade, and recognize the nuances that make me who I am. I crave that connection, the feeling of being known and understood, yet it remains elusive, a distant star in a vast, indifferent sky.

In the quiet moments, I wrestle with my invisibility, the weight of it pressing down. I yearn for the validation of a gaze that lingers, a voice that says, "I see you." But until then, I navigate the shadows, hoping that one day, someone will see through the veil and acknowledge the person hidden within.
May 24 · 351
Edge of Hesitation
Nalani Breeze May 24
In the quiet spaces between
moments,
I feel the weight of possibility.
Love, a distant shore,
glimmering with promise,
yet obscured by the fog of memory.

I stand on the edge,
toes curling over the precipice,
wondering if the leap
will lead to flight or fall.

In your eyes, I see a universe,
uncharted, vast, inviting.
But the heart is a fragile vessel,
bruised by the tempests of yesterday,
hesitant to set sail again.

I trace the lines of your face
with my gaze, cautious,
as if touching something sacred
might unravel the safety of solitude.

To love is to risk,
to open wounds long closed,
to invite joy and sorrow
into the sanctuary of the soul.

I am afraid,
not of you, but of myself,
of the unknown terrain
that love demands I traverse.

Yet there is a pull,
a quiet urging from within,
to step into the light,
to let go of the fear,
and trust the journey ahead.

— The End —