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Nitsua Asemed Dec 2016
Please, talk to me.
Converse with me.
Just say something,
Say anything.
I'll listen well.
Just speak and tell,
Tell me something,
Tell anything.
A word or two,
O why won't you?
Just tell me please,
A bit of ease.
I miss your voice,
I miss your noise.
Just say something.
Say anything.
I'll listen well.
Just speak and tell.
Why are you weak?
Why won't you speak?
What breath's to save?
Rise from that grave!
And say something!
Say anything!
Please talk to me!
Converse with me!
Nitsua Asemed Dec 2016
My love for you counts on to one.
Always there like the rising sun.

My love for you counts on to two.
For all you want, I'll gladly do.

My love for you counts on to three.
It shines so bright and soars so free.

My love for you counts on to four.
My love, you are whom I adore.

My love for you counts on to five.
For your acceptance, I shall strive.

My love for you counts on to six.
Your broken heart, I'll always fix.

My love for you counts on to seven.
Your soul, so pure, takes me to heaven.

My love for you counts on to eight.
It holds me so, it must be fate.

My love for you counts on to nine.
I trust with you this heart of mine.

My love for you counts on to ten.
I love you, please love me again.
Nitsua Asemed Nov 2016
Who are you?
Who are you?
My God,
Who are you?

Are your silent words
The only thing I hear?

Why did you make man out of clay?
If you knew that somewhere, someday,
They would become evil?
They would become evil?

Why did you give man such free will?
If you knew that our hearts would fill,
Their ownselves with evil?
Their ownselves with evil?

And if you have pow'r, why not fight?
If you knew they'd bend by the light?
The dark demonic evil?
The dark demonic evil?

Who are you?
Who are you?
My God,
Who are you?

Are your silent words
The only thing I hear?
  Nov 2016 Nitsua Asemed
Ma Cherie
I'm not your curvy woman,
& you're not my handsome beau,
I am not your willful wife,
not a naive Bambi doe,

I'm your favorite hippy chick,
but to you,
I'm just a girl,
I'm not your shiny fiancé,
or your lovely lil' pearl,

I'm not your special lady,
just a pretty gal,
you sometimes call,
I'm just a familiar pal,
to catch you if you fall,

If you want a special lover,
don't call me just a friend,
I'll be there for most anything,
on this you can depend,

But,
I've kissed too many frogs,
I wished too many stars,
I was left behind too much,
it left some open scars,

I'd gladly play this game,
with any other boy,
I want to be "the one" with you
not just a **** toy,

Well maybe stupid cupid,
got careless with his aim,
he hit the wrong target,
either way,
it's  such a shame,

I'd really feel much better,
if someone were to blame,

I wanted to be your everything,
to stay,
no matter what,
this is worse than anything,
  another bleeding cut,

I'd hold you every night,
I'd like to be your lover,
I wanna be with you,
not only under cover,

I love you more than anyone,
that I have ever known,
I thought you would have seen this,
that this,
I would have shown,
  like every tiny seed,
that I have ever sown,

I held my hands with highest hopes,
this time it might have grown,
I wish I could have stayed,
but that seed again,
has flown,
taken away,
today,
gone again,
I'm blown,

My heart is,
just like anything,
it's not something I can own.

Cherie Nolan © 2016
Not about anyone in particular, this is a poem of reflecting past & others. Idk?  Thoughts truly appreciated : ) ❤
  Hope you are all well many hugs & thanks. Still dealing & surviving- this hectic life, much deep loss, political catastrophe & bracing for Winter's bone here. - Peace - ❤ Vermont
Nitsua Asemed Nov 2016
I am the machine in the In-between
The worlds that we know and know not.
And while my heart beats to the song that fleets
Its purpose is never forgot.

With ink as my blood, I pour out the flood
Of thoughts we've all wanted to share.
With blood as my ink, I've only to think
What we want to say, I must dare.

With the quill, my arm, I've grown quite alarm,
To voice out all that needs to be.
With the arm, my quill, with my strength, my will--
I'll sing Freedom for you and me

My gears shift and turn, with hard truths we learn,
The tale of corruption and vise.
Yet we did not yield, but took sword and shield
And fought for our reason to rise!

With the heart of man, I'll stick to the plan,
And shrug off the joy of release.
With quill on each end, I'll twist and I'll bend
And shoulder the burden of peace.

Now I'm stuck in place, now I'll be the face,
The one that says the unspoken
The thoughts unexpressed, I'll write with no rest.
To repair this world that is broken.

With ink and with quill, with passion and will,
I'll fix the grotesque and obscene.
With blood iron hand; I'll write for I am--
The machine in the in-between.
Nitsua Asemed Nov 2016
'Goodbye forever.'
Like a poison dart
Her beautiful words,
Deeply pierced my heart.

'Goodbye forever.'
Like a leaping sword,
Left me with a scar
Of my own accord.

'Goodbye forever.'
Such a poet's write,
That it makes me smile
Yet fills me with fright.

'Goodbye forever.'
Her words made it seem
Like my life's not real,
It was all a dream.

'Goodbye forever.'
The words come to spill,
My life out of trance,
And threatens to ****.

'Goodbye forever.'
Like the silent sky
Disturbs me to core,
Without knowing why.

'Goodbye forever.'
Like a maelstrom dread,
Would wash me in blue,
And leave me in red.

'Goodbye forever.'
As hope flies away.
That my life will ne'er--
See another day.

'Goodbye forever.'
I took to the grave.
Her beautiful words,
I can not be saved!
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