I'm dying,
Feeling the comforting cloud of death
doing flip-flops through my strain.
Energy bursts are useless attempts
        at frosting flakes of panic and regrets.
Slipping.
Forgetting.
Curt instructions from a dangerous smile.

Cloud of death. Your mysterious tension
             caresses every
              blood-vein in my body.
My lungs restrict,
my lungs constrict.
Empty shallow boxes
      filled with the nothing of
          resistance.

Can’t anyone see? Does anybody know?

Does
    anybody
     have the
      slightest idea
       of just how
        tiresome
         paying
          attention
           can be?

So let me go. Leave me alone.
Let the fibres of believing unravel,
          slip apart
            like
             cracked glass
             about to
              shatter.
I'm hurting.
Disillusioned membranes zoning into silence.
The self-illusion so palpable and strong.

End. Stop. No more.

Please be with someone who will embrace the thorns in your body with her naked hands and bared feet.

Be with someone who will mend all your broken bones and stitch your open wounds.

Be with someone who will love the features you hate the most and find you beautiful anyway.

Be with someone whose heart is big, so big that she would choose to have it half for herself so she could give the other half to you until you learn how to love again.

Be with someone who will look at you with all the love in this world so doubtless and certain that she would never trade you for the world.

Be with someone who will not have it any other way even when you are in your lowest state and all your puzzles are left unsolved but still finds the missing pieces when all she ever was, is weary.

Be with someone who will carry you and take you home when you are drunk or sick even when all she had was a spine full of injuries.

Be with someone whose dreams are the most beautiful because she never forgets to include you in them.

Please be with someone who will do everything I've failed to do. Someone who can give you all that I never did.

Till you can’t walk
Till you are sore,
Yet still smiling
from the thrilling experience,
Till you are sweating pleasure
from every pore.
Till your breath murmurs
my first name with every inhale
Till my voice is the only sound
your ears need to hear.

i would
rest my head on your breast
and listen
Enjoy the sweet tunes composed by
every noted word you harmonize

Tales of your life stories before they became entwined with mine
Narratives about your dreams
About who breaks your glassy heart
And what tickles your eye-ducts
into opening a flood of tears.

an inner world of wishes
she deserves beautiful things,
The Nubian Queen,
Sunflower Child.

~ New-Black-SoUl #NBS

~    
        All the poems I write
     are just the beginning
                              and end
               of every thought
   I've ever had about you.