NV - Hello Poetry

NV Feb 2014

They say "be my valentine."
So we can wine and dine.
We'll fake the beauty of love,
pretentious eternity,
and forevers that are temporary.

He says "I should honour you today."
Let me buy you cards and roses.
Let me feed you strawberries and cream, baby dream.
While this night ignites.
When I know he's only feeding me with lies.

Tells me "I'll show you the seven wonders of the world in one night."
When I know he can never show me one love for the rest of my life.

But I believe.
See God created Adam and Eve, to love as a unity.
But even they took the apple from upon the tree.
And quite frankly,
I don't want a bite at love.

But here I am, holding on to faith and destiny.
'Cause I know my love will come on the day the Lord proclaimed for me.
Not a money-making scheme man has made it to be.

You'll see.
He'll prove.
(God Almighty doesn't need a valentine's day to do it.)

NV Feb 2014

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“I sit before flowers,
hoping they will train me,
in the art of opening up”
— Shane Koyczan

Guess poetry is my boquet.
Oh boy, how it has made me one hell of an artist.

NV Feb 2014

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YOU ARE NOT A WASTE OF SPACE.*

Infact, you are what makes it complete.

With the stars in your eyes,*

*and the crescent moon in your smile.

NV Feb 2014

starved..

And I skipped
breakfast,
lunch,
and
dinner.
So I could be "pretty".

(Funny,
how I starved my body too,
when I knew my soul also needed to be fed.
And I felt bad,
because sometimes the body of Christ didn't fill me.
And I still happened to drown in holy water.
Much like Jesus,
I felt the world had crucified me.
Difference being that maybe I deserved it.)

If you're not good enough,
then you really no good at all.
(At least that's what they told me.)

And because if you couldn't see it,
then it didn't matter.

And that's why it was okay.
For my body to be far more important than my soul.

NV Jan 2014

this, that .

Do this,
not that.
But sometimes,
you have to do that,
to be okay.
But this,
is better,
so forget that,
and be "fine" with it.

NV Jan 2014

movie scene heartbreak.

smeared lipstick,
running mascara,
"you said forever",
eats a tub of ice cream,
repeatedly stabs your voodoo doll in the chest.

Not that I've had any whatsoever

NV Jan 2014

fatty.

' You getting fat. '

Seemed so effortless,
the way in which those words floated off their tongues, and seeped through the opening of their lips.

Only to leave me feeling like a broken mirror.
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It became a melody within my mind.
A song containing the content of bad lyrics, with no warning of parental advisory.
(Because honestly, the mirror spoke more words than momma's mouth ever could.)

' You getting fat. '

If there was any hope for me ever finding ways around that phrase.
It would be that I was,

getting there.

Not that I had,

arrived.

Their definition of fat?

Could it possibly have involved wide hips?
Volumized butts?
Fuller thighs?

Maybe.