M M M: Favorites

Jul 2013 M M M

Camila

If you are willing to be with me be prepared to deal with my insecurities and bring stick and stones to destroy brick by brick the wall I've been building around for all these years. It will take time and it won't be easy, but I promise I'll put all the effort in me to help you inside.
I'll try to put behind the past and give you my trust, but you gotta understand that after seeing only for me for so long it will be hard to start thinking of WE instead of I.
There will be times when you will want to run..
..please don't.
Other times I'm gonna get scared..
..don't let me escape.
I can assure you everything will be worth it, because once you get thorugh that thick layer you're going to met me. The real me.
The girl that was hidden under anger, sadness and fear; and that girl has the biggest heart in the world, it's not new, it was mistreated and has some dust.
But once you shake the dust and stop paying attention to the big old scar on the side, you'll realize it still works and it will give you more love than anyone thinks possible.
So if you try your best to get inside I will try my best to open the door.

Jul 2013 M M M

Who I am.

Jul 2013 M M M

Camila

Who I am.

Who am I?
I'm a dreamer. I'm hopeful. I'm a bag of bones interconected with emotions, through my veins runs as much excitement as blood.

I am messy hair, small eyes and steady hands and my hair is as wild as me, and my small eyes catch all the beauty hidden in the corners, and my steady hands become an earthquake when I'm about to be kissed.

I'm in my twenties. I'm a teenager in matters of love and I'm a grandma when taking care of my friends. I'm a beast when it comes to fighting and I'm the weakest when it comes to crying. I feel too much and show too little.

I'm a daughter, a sister and a friend. I'm worried. I'm anxious. I'm happy. I'm a rave as much as I'm a book and coffee. I talk until my voice fades but my mouth is a tomb for secrets.

I'm a writer and a reader. I'm a dancing machine and a shower singer.

I'm raising an eyebrow when I don't believe you. I'm a random kiss on the shoulder when I love you. I'm cafuné when I care for you.

I'm optimistic. I'm cautious. I'm becoming what I always wanted to be. I'm strongheaded and lighthearted. I'm in constant wait for the world to show me this is not it and fairytale endings exist.

#me #personal #description #whoiam #iam

Jul 2013 M M M

For the Best

Jul 2013 M M M

Alexander Albrecht

For the Best

I used to love
being all on my own
That was until
I had you in my home
We'd have music play
and all the lights would be on
I haven't flipped a single switch
since you've been gone

I used to love you
like a shark loves the smell of blood
And now I'm stuck missing you
so ******* much
We used to play games
like opposing teams
But those battles were never
as bad as they seemed

I miss your face
I miss your hands in mine
I miss all the gloomy days
when you'd let your sun shine
I miss your mistakes
Hell, I even miss the lies
But I don't regret the fact
I left tears in your eyes

No, I don't miss the pain
and I don't miss the fights
Now that your gone
I'm fast to sleep every night
I don't miss waiting on you
or being your mother
But I do miss the joys
of having a lover

I feel so bad
for leaving you lost
But you were eating my soul
and it wasn't worth the cost
I don't miss the fears
I don't miss the mistrust
I only miss the feeling
of there being an "Us"

Yeah, I only miss the feeling
of there being an "Us"

For a friend who needs a little time, now that she's going through a tough transition.

Jul 2013 M M M

I'm No Poete

Jul 2013 M M M

lindisa mathabela

I'm No Poete

An artist, creative and imaginative
Powerful enough to place, into mere words,
The phenomena that take place in his mind.

Marveled enough by his surroundings
That evoke anger, gratitude or happiness
His mind efficacious, his talent omnipotent.

Bourne of superior intellect
Taken in by souldiers of courage and
Raised by wisdom, pain and knowledge.

I'm No Poete, just a Mindless Writer.

Each day the Poete rises from his rest
Each day the Poete more powerful than the last
Each day the Poete expresses greatness from within.

Rhythm and brilliance flow deeply in his veins
Beauty created by the molding of his words
Truth is spoken through the realness of his verse.

Poete Prophet, able to see what's hidden beneath
He sees the lies abstruse in sugar-coated deceit
He reveals the fib's tales and makes them his gospel.

I'm No Poete, just a Mindless Writer.

Exquisite verse, natural and unrehearsed
The Poete will forever be mind blown
And continue to expose the joy in his word.

He writes not for tangible wealth or
Useless recognition, but he blesses his pen to paper for the simple appreciation of veracity.

The Poete steals sight from the blind,
He takes weakness from the strong,
And owns the shades of colour, all to create artistry.

See I'm No Poete, just a Mindless Writer.

Jul 2013 M M M

Untitled

Jul 2013 M M M

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Untitled

if poetry is words spoken aloud
what poetry then describes your silent steps
moving toward me through the crowd ?
what can i say about the wind
wisping hair in your face
tempo of movement
style and grace
i'll be now (for this one second)
who i really am
you make me a poet
and my heart is yours to claim
don't stay away too long
for my breathe gets shallow and weak
the picture of you smiling on my phone
sends currents of joy and laughter through me
so, keep your freedom as long as you must
but please look on me kindly
for my poet's heart can only take so much

Jul 2013 M M M

love song (writing)

Jul 2013 M M M

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love song (writing)

with the rise and fall of her every breath,  i believe
in the love and beauty capable in someone,  like me

if i were an artist i'd paint her for all,  to see
and make others tingle inside just wanting,  to be

as close to her

as she is   to me ...