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 Mar 2015 AnneMahri
Louise
I lost my inner poet
apparently she was last seen
just staring idly into space

She was sitting with her notebook,
gently pondering
in a quiet, tucked away place

I could only see the back of her
she wouldn't turn around
I so wanted to see her face

She was always so quiet
and very often reflective
working at her own steady pace

Not only am I left without poetry
I am also lost for words
she may have taken them all
along with my grace

The search will continue
maybe until the end of my days
as I fear she's left no trace
This was something I wrote last year.  I hope I don't ever lose my inner poet lol
 Mar 2015 AnneMahri
Koketso Faith
Before I met you
Nothing seemed interesting
My world was dull
I'd lie in bed looking at the ceiling
While counting sheep
I had nothing to think about
But why people would mess with their feelings
What was this "love" that everyone talked about?

Now that I've met you
I know longer have to count sheep
I lie in bed thinking whether u real
Yes our tongues often collide
Hands examine our bodies
But are you the real deal?

Everytime I think about you
I smile
I long your touch
My stomach turns into a zoo
I bite my lower lip
As I remember the secret our tongues shared

Meeting you has made my world heavenly..
 Mar 2015 AnneMahri
Koketso Faith
Every morning I walk to you room
Hoping to hear your favorite song playing
Or you talking to your friends over the phone
But I hear nothing
The silence is getting louder
My heart beat is competing with the silence
As I try to push myself to open the door
But I'm scared of the pain that I might release
Its been a while since you've been gone
But I still haven't found the strength to move on
I slowly turn back to my room
A tear drop as I slowly turn to my room
 Mar 2015 AnneMahri
Koketso Faith
Its a minute past midnight
My thoughts won't let me sleep
Memories are haunting me
I think of the last time I saw you

The pipes in my eyes burst
Impure water is released
Salty drops that carry untold pain
From the eyes to my soul

I never should have let you go
The walls of my life are a prison cell now
I watch as reality slices me
Sadness swallows me
Truth digest me and
Regrets defecate me

I close my eyes in the hopes of not waking up in the morning
 Jan 2015 AnneMahri
Dorothy
Green peppers
Red peppers
Onions
and shallots
Get ready for some intense flavor to hit your pallets


A splash of vinegar
Salt
Chives
And garlic
Your tongue will dance for joy and actually seem to frolic

Epis
Sos Pwa
Rice
And baked chicken
The taste buds in your mouth wont know what hit them

Four hours later and I've enriched in my culture
I'm almost like a new woman
Because today I learned to cook food from my parents native nation
The time and effort was so very worth it
And now I feel a little bit more Haitian
Creole Translations:
Epis = herbs and spices
Sos Pwa Rouge = Red bean sauce puree
 Jan 2015 AnneMahri
Yawnamariee
Yeah, I'm different
Lyrically imprisoned
Afraid that someone with sensitive ears just might listen
Unorthodox
Simple
My sexuality is something I'm going through
I'm the only one that knows what's best for me
It seems like every human being is testing me
'Oh! Ye thy highness praise thee unorthodox queen'
It's ashamed how I hate every human being
But hey! I'm just being me
Love to read the lines in between....like
Two witches, twitches stuck like glue
Stuck in the shadowlands wonderin' what I'm gonna do
I'm just ashamed
Afraid of wonderin' if I'm gonna change
What's wrong with my brain?
Everything I do or think is just totally insane!



-BARS ❤️
 Jan 2015 AnneMahri
Adriean New
I told her, "Momma I don't like boys, I'm sorry."
I told him, " Daddy I don't like boys, I'm sorry."
I told them, "Grandma, Grandpa I don't like boys, I'm sorry."

They never said it was okay or that I was accepted.

I told my friends, "Guys, I don't like boys."

They said they still loved me for me & they accept me.

Sometimes you have really good friends. Sometimes your friends are family.
True story
 Jan 2015 AnneMahri
Amber Dunn
Ever since I was twelve I have
craved
a woman's touch.
Ever since I could remember I have
had a natural mistrust in men.
I have broke the hearts of many
men because it just wasn't
enough.
I need a woman's touch.
So soft yet strong.
Understanding kisses and familiarity.
Same anatomy telling stories in the dark.
Yes, I need a woman's touch.
To hold me and shape me.
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