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Amina Jade Nov 2013
Oh mother dearest,
how dare you, blaming me
for the blood on your tongue
and look, I see
you've got a mouth full of glass
chomping grotesquely, on the shards Of lies fed to everyone
I watched the blood trickle out the corners of your lips
as it drops on the ground it reveals the raw gory truth
yet you remained senseless to the pain you caused
ignoring my cries for love,compassion, understanding
It's all I ever wanted as a babe
I wanted a reaction from the numb corps you were encased in
yet there was no mercy behind your cold sunken eyes
your merciless voice like a monster
booming violence
my shuddering body in the corner
my fragile heart beating through sharp lashing thoughts
forming the words and emotions of
I fear you
I love you
I hate you
I need you
I needed you
These where the wounds left for me to lick clean  
scaring forever in linings of my fleshy chest
I wanted to hold you close, but you were the wind
I chased your chilly breezes forever desiring the cold affection
I was angry, hatred radiated my entire body
an ever lasting fever of detachment  
I craved relief from the scolding heat wave baring upon me
Yet I was always left dehydrated
my lips became dry of separation and desolate of attention
slowly becoming numb to this hot unloving desert
I became cold like you and I now am the wind
a bone aching cold, uncaring and detached
of the love and respect I lost for you as small girl.
this is extremely personal, but here you are.
Amina Jade Nov 2013
I'm posting so many things at once, only because i've been hoarding all my poems.
But here you are, take a peice of me, chew me up.
and criticize my taste.
Amina Jade Nov 2013
I feel myself becoming lost in those soft green eyes
they hold my gaze causing me to sway like the sea
I swoon with my clumsy sea legs
sweeping me off my feet
pulling me into your arms like a rip tide
letting your waters wash over me
quickly I lose sight of the shores of what is real
I begin to feel the pleasure of the satin sand anatomy
gently brushing my skin with sensuality
engulfing me with the salty ocean of day dreaming
I embrace the feeling of being lost at the hands of your ocean
for the body of water that holds your soul I wish for it to hold mine too
I dive deeper,
although in those moments your eyes only hold mine for just a second
its like you drown me in intimacy
curious me must explore the vastness of these feelings that slowly bring my suffocation
I plead for you to hold me under your aquatic scenery until I beg for land
then lend me thine hand and pull me back to the dry lands of reality
Until I can take a swim once more.
Amina Jade Nov 2013
Crave,
eyes connecting
strange senses from across the room
I can feel you and the sweet smelling pheromones clouding our minds
a thick fog
we must find each other
ignoring all other callers of love, its you and I, we need to explore.
closer,
body language calling
mouths are moving but we don't listen
we only want to feel the way our body's could converse
the possibility of it drives us nearer nearer
still afar but it's dragging us together like magnets
we have to touch.
Capture,
Hear the heart pounding
It's beating within a rhythm uninterrupted
here our bodies dance and we become body
we seek and we found salt dripping pleasure.
******,
Reaching for that point
We are like the tide pulling in and out across the sand
a casual brushing flesh on flesh
utopia rises in the horizon
we breath, we grasp, we fall,
into each other and lay rest for the deed is done.
Calm,
Slinking away
Don't make a sound
don't ruin the peace created by sleep
it's better this way, if we leave with no words
make it a mystery
its one they'll never forget with an ending predictable
leave it at that
letting the door shut behind you
with only a whisper of goodbye.
Sun
Amina Jade Oct 2013
Sun
The birthing sun of the east, it rises with a certain beauty
Crawling like a new born into the sky, curiosity illuminating all it touches,
magnificence as I begin to feel the pureness.
I can see sun rays bursting through the window of my soul
shining down with its bottemless luminosity.
Light creeps into the depths of my blood pumping heart
and in that very moment it twists open to the warmth
like a blooming blossom in the gardens of my chest.
I take it all in at once and savor thee emotion that has filled me.
It is the rising of the sun, dawn of a fresh new beginning.
On the contrary,
its the wise sun of the west, its soft wisdom now puts my restless mind to bed.
Wrinkled in knowledege, beginning to ******* down by time
seeing the whole world while it slowly passed.
While sinking away it paints a glorious memorial never to be forgotten,
a canvas sky filled with tangerine oranges and lavander purples.
I become saddend by its goodbye, yet accepting at the same time
because the sun will be reborn the following day,
like a never ending galactic reincarnation of the ever lasting beauty it holds.
Amina Jade Nov 2013
We are the savages,**
normalities stand from a distance and secretly admire
the domesticated eyeing in envy to our resilience of society's taming shackles
so they reject us with pointed accusing fingers
forever deemed an unworthy animal.
We belong to nature and they're all hunters
fully equipped with  nonfictional weapons to destroy the wilderness with in
poaching our furs and horns
only to hold the satisfying idea we are becoming extinct.
We believe in something greater
its a diamond ring proposal of freedom
sparkling in the sunlight of judgment
unfazed by  starless nights
we still shine bright in total darkness
becoming a beacon of light  to the helpless moths.
We are born as nomads of law and principles
they want to break us, bind us in rules and regulations
take our souls and throw them to the masses of cold blooded creatures
they all swim mindlessly in a wonderland of controlled morality
but to the hot blooded, these cool waters are foreign
forever belonging on land
letting our predator  instincts be the guide
knowing what is right and where to flee when its wrong
but they expect us to drown with the rest
in the materialistic greed infested river of the world.
We will never be broken
we are the wild
we are self thinkers
we are the untouchable spirited winds of the world
rebel eyed with our backs against those who have become the thoughtless corps
filled with animosity and jealousy
we are free and we roam the jungles of prosperity
still shining bright, a true savage.

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