Jan 2014
Feeling like quicksands surrounding me,
trapped here sinking into the unknown,
grasping at flimsy vines- like branches
from this willow tree near by.
The more I move to catch a hold
of it's long flowery vine- like branch,
the more I'm swallowed up
in this murky quicksand...
I need to get out & move on from here.
It's not so cold & a bit comforting to me,
scary as it is to be sinking to my death.
Like those strong arms
which once held me closely- so tightly,
I almost suffocated... almost.
I had a dipsomania for those arms,
like those vine- like flowery branches.
A curiosity brooding over me
for a need I'd hardly allow,
like the longing to move out of this pitted hole
where slowly I'm being devoured...
Sadly for me, I seem to have a lack of
romantic-relationship acumen.
I've fell into your trap yet noticed you were
a master at excogitating reasons not to do
the assigned requirements for what would
of been a everlasting affair.
You've sinking me faster into the depths of loneliness
lies welling up and surrounding me in darkness.
Sandy banks seems with in reach,
yet I can't get a firm grip on this branch- like vines,
omnipresent swinging gently in the breeze.
Like those strong arms
which once held me closely- so tightly,
I almost suffocated... almost.
I had this painful self-injected
craving for you like taken ******
for the first time,
only drug of choice though was you.
In my mind eyes, your succumbing
to my wicked desires where
I put you into un-rational thoughts,
guess you'd say it was
irrational
to think of you in such a poisonous,
concupiscent way.
Knowing as I do that you've
yet to quench me or fulfill this
wrongful,
painful burden of need,
not of late and not for a long time now.
I'm stretching out my arms,
all the while the slightest movements causes me to
descend deeper into this murky slushy quicksand...
Seemingly it's rising up,to cover my chest
I'm finding it hard to concentrate,
I guess it's the same for you
with your irascible disposition,
ever since you've found out,
I'm no longer willing to be your victim .
I'm not going to let you swallow me whole
leaving my bones to surface later
once you've dried up
from the magnitude of your collections,
with in your murky lugubrious quicksand.
I've fought this long & I'm winning,
I have the willow's finger-like viney flowery
branch, firmly with in my hands.
I've grasped on so tight, because,
because- I know what it's like to be free,
to live and not be ****** in,
to forever & never able to reach
that bank which always seemed more like
a mirage,
I knew to be more real then the many sandy
"I love you's"
you've plead & fibbed out to me,
I felt what it's like to laugh & dance
as the sun beats humidly down on me,
I know what I want & it's not to be with you
or die in your*
QUICKSAND!
Always Me Ayeshah ®
Copyright ©
Ayeshah
K.C.L.N 1977 - Present YEAR(s)
All right reserved ®
trapped here sinking into the unknown,
grasping at flimsy vines- like branches
from this willow tree near by.
The more I move to catch a hold
of it's long flowery vine- like branch,
the more I'm swallowed up
in this murky quicksand...
I need to get out & move on from here.
It's not so cold & a bit comforting to me,
scary as it is to be sinking to my death.
Like those strong arms
which once held me closely- so tightly,
I almost suffocated... almost.
I had a dipsomania for those arms,
like those vine- like flowery branches.
A curiosity brooding over me
for a need I'd hardly allow,
like the longing to move out of this pitted hole
where slowly I'm being devoured...
Sadly for me, I seem to have a lack of
romantic-relationship acumen.
I've fell into your trap yet noticed you were
a master at excogitating reasons not to do
the assigned requirements for what would
of been a everlasting affair.
You've sinking me faster into the depths of loneliness
lies welling up and surrounding me in darkness.
Sandy banks seems with in reach,
yet I can't get a firm grip on this branch- like vines,
omnipresent swinging gently in the breeze.
Like those strong arms
which once held me closely- so tightly,
I almost suffocated... almost.
I had this painful self-injected
craving for you like taken ******
for the first time,
only drug of choice though was you.
In my mind eyes, your succumbing
to my wicked desires where
I put you into un-rational thoughts,
guess you'd say it was
irrational
to think of you in such a poisonous,
concupiscent way.
Knowing as I do that you've
yet to quench me or fulfill this
wrongful,
painful burden of need,
not of late and not for a long time now.
I'm stretching out my arms,
all the while the slightest movements causes me to
descend deeper into this murky slushy quicksand...
Seemingly it's rising up,to cover my chest
I'm finding it hard to concentrate,
I guess it's the same for you
with your irascible disposition,
ever since you've found out,
I'm no longer willing to be your victim .
I'm not going to let you swallow me whole
leaving my bones to surface later
once you've dried up
from the magnitude of your collections,
with in your murky lugubrious quicksand.
I've fought this long & I'm winning,
I have the willow's finger-like viney flowery
branch, firmly with in my hands.
I've grasped on so tight, because,
because- I know what it's like to be free,
to live and not be ****** in,
to forever & never able to reach
that bank which always seemed more like
a mirage,
I knew to be more real then the many sandy
"I love you's"
you've plead & fibbed out to me,
I felt what it's like to laugh & dance
as the sun beats humidly down on me,
I know what I want & it's not to be with you
or die in your*
QUICKSAND!
Always Me Ayeshah ®
Copyright ©
Ayeshah
K.C.L.N 1977 - Present YEAR(s)
All right reserved ®
