Virtuous

Virtuous Oct 2018

Heard a banging on the door
Relentless
And strong
I peaked through the door hole
Someone who I thought was long gone
Took a step back in a panic
How could he be back?
Another bang on the door
Nearly gave me a heart attack
“Open up! I know you’re there” he screamed
“I know you’ve missed me!”
“No!” I reply
“Sure you have! Now let me inside”
He pushes on the door
Over and over again
I crouch down and cover my ears
Hoping for it all to end
One more push
And he’s finally inside
I run and try to find a place to hide
I feel a strong grip
That pulls me by the hand
Flipping me around
In his arms I land
“I’ve missed you”
He leans in uncomfortably close
There’s tears in my eyes
And a lump in my throat
“Did you really think that I would disappear forever?”
He asked
“Look at us. Together again at last!”
“I don’t need you! I never needed you!”
I proclaimed
“The moment you left the better person I became”
He laughed
“Is that so?”
I yank myself free of his grip
“Yes and now it’s time for you to go.”
“But...”
“But nothing!
This chapter is done.
And a new part of this story
Has begun
Your presence is not necessary
This freedom Ive obtained is not temporary
Leave!
And take your toxic atmosphere with you
And believe me when I say
We are through!”

Intruders come in all forms
Depression, Anxiety, and Fear
All unwanted
But all are conquerable

Virtuous Oct 2018

Cry O’clock

It’s not time to cry yet
Just a little while longer
Wait till the sun sets
When everyone has laid
Their heads to sleep
And then everything bottled
Can be freely released
When the moon has taken its place
In the sky
Then you can cry
In the dark where no one can see
And you can finally just be

Virtuous Oct 2018

Clouds

Head in the clouds
To much of a dreamer
To come down

Virtuous Oct 2018

Ghost

It all started with a little Ghost
Until you became that Ghost
You asked for my username
And pretended that you couldn't find me in order to get a number
I wasn't fooled...your spell I was under
I was both impressed and flattered until I became angry and shattered

I remember our first date,
The Mall is where we chose to meet up
Stumbled across Sephora and you watched me look at makeup
Too busy trying to rub foundation on your shirt
That I didn't see the other girls lipstick on your neck
What was I supposed to expect?
That we would be happy and live happily ever after
No my dear, cuz life is too much of a disaster
They say the truth hurts
And that may be true
But I would rather live a hell of truth
Than a paradise of lies
If only your smile wasn't so hard to resist
And the smirk in your eyes
The kind that made me faint at heart
And filled with butterflies
But those are just feelings
And they only last so long
And quickly overshadowed
By everything In the situation that is wrong

Virtuous Oct 2018

The Poets of Old

How I would have loved
To sit at a table
With the famous poets of old
To pick apart their brains
And Hear their words of gold
Learn the secrets of how they write
And have more insight into their life
At least we have their memory in ink

Virtuous Oct 2018

Preachers Daughter

She’s a preacher’s daughter
She doesn’t know anything
About the world
Or what it means to suffer
And to be in pain
She’s a preacher’s daughter
Her smiles are genuine
And not painted on
To hide the lonely heart
That lies beneath
She’s a preacher’s daughter
A role model
Never wishing to hide
From the crowd of eyes
She’s a preacher’s daughter
Always does what is right
Because she doesn’t have
An empty hole to fill
How could she?

This poem is very personal to me, i do not regret my upbringing, I only wish to share a bit of the struggles and journey that I’ve been through to become who I am today. I still have faith and believe in God, and I am blessed to have friends now that see me for who I am as an individual and not a title. Never make assumptions, we are all human, fighting the same battles that life throws at us.

Virtuous Oct 2018

Knife

I didn't see the knife in your hand
When we hugged
They say there is nothing new
Under the sun
I'm bleeding but I'm free
Because someone killed my fake reality

Another throwback poem