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Ree Bunch Feb 2016
Voidness replaced with hope.
Positive lines sprouts seeds of happiness.
Growing,
        Growing inside her is a work of art.

Ambiance of mirth.
Brown eyes enchanting her soul.
Running,
        Running swiftly away with her heart.

Thoughts of confusion.
Assaults her mind.
Who?
       Who is this inglorious wanderer?

The word summons her to death.
“Where did I fail?” engrosses her.
GUILTY
       GUILTY emits as her miracle child is committed for ******.
I always try to think about how the parents of the people who commit unthinkable crimes feel; although I pray I don't learn firsthand.
Ree Bunch Jun 2016
An elephant and a dog became pregnant at the same time. Three months down the line the dog gave birth to six puppies.

Six months later the dog was pregnant again- and nine months on the  dog gave birth to another dozen puppies. The pattern continued.

On the eighteenth month the dog approached the elephant questioning- “Are you sure you’re pregnant? We became pregnant on the same date ; I have given birth three times to a dozen puppies, and they have grown to become big dogs, yet you are still pregnant. What’s going on?”

The  elephant replied- “ There is something I want you to understand. What I am carrying is  not a puppy, but an elephant. I only  give birth to one in two years.

When my baby hits the ground- the earth feels it.

When my baby crosses the road- human beings stop and watch in admiration.

What I carry draws attention, so what I’m carrying is mighty and great!”

Don’t  lose faith when you see others receive answers to their prayers.
Don’t be envious of others testimonies.
If you haven’t received your own blessings- don’t despair.
Say to yourself, *
“My time is coming, and when it hits the surface of the earth- people  shall yield in admiration.*”
This piece spoke to me in so many ways,  so I wanted to share this with my HP family.
Ree Bunch Apr 2016
As I sit here with a hangover from pride and devious assumptions;
I see where my downfall began-

          University Café at 8:24 pm:
I saw the way she looked at you- a second too long with a twinkle in her eye.
I could have sworn you gazed longingly back, but I gave you the benefit of the doubt.
You told me she was a study partner from class, so I dropped the subject of the matter.

                 Your dorm room at 12:37 am
I thought I would surprise you with a late night gift, but I was the one surprised seeing “her” there.
You claimed you both were just studying and talking about absolutely nothing, but how could I believe that? I refused to be the fool.

                                Your friends dorm room at 12:52 am
I sensed the way he looked at me behind your back.
I cried on his shoulder; loosening him up with my seductive skullduggery.
I then let him consume in your late night surprise.

                                                   Present  1:13 pm
My assumptions have departed, but guilt has risen in its place.
You rush for me still trying to reconcile last night’s misunderstanding, and I finally see your truth;
but I’m too ashamed to divulge mines to you.
Skullduggery - deceitful behavior

We've all made an *** out of ourselves from making assumptions before,  but what happens when you act on those assumptions ruining something that could've been.
Ree Bunch Mar 2016
Baby girl,
I loved you since you chilled in my tummy.
Your smile and joy carried me
Through the hardest times.
Although mommy couldn’t afford everything you deserved,
You were happy, right?
We lived in a tough neighborhood
That instilled meanness into your soul,
But I remember my baby girl that needed
To be cuddled when you were cold.
But that meanness has misguided you,
Mis-educated,
And defiled you.
I was never your enemy.
My NOs were protection against a cruel world.
I never felt less love for you.
Even when I may have said something mean.
Mommy was stressed working 3 jobs
Trying…
Praying to move us; that was my dream.
But it’s too late now, baby.
Mommy’s gone on without you.
That meanness has turned you
Into a person I’ve never knew.
My teenage, baby girl just one question.
Did killing me give you any kind of satisfaction?
Based off of so many crime shows I've seen where children **** their parents just because they aren't allowed to do as they wish.  I'm scared to think how the world will be in 30 years : /
Ree Bunch May 2016
As a child I received a special bag.
I started to pack it with useless things.
Over the years it became heavy and unbearable to carry,
Yet I could never leave it behind.
The vibrant colors had since faded,
the pink zipper no longer zipped ,
and a weird musty smell flowed from it;
Yet I lugged it around-
it created a groove into my shoulder from its heaviness-
causing me to cower as I walked.
One day, I grew too weary to continue carrying that bag around.
I dropped that bag filled with regret, worry, low self-esteem, and self hate behind,
Since then I have walked tall; feeling as free as I could be.
Ree Bunch Mar 2016
My father bought me some gifts.
One was the biggest dollhouse;
With a doll, fashion clothes,
And all things that glitter gold.
With a frown I asked for more!
He then bought me a red car,
So my doll would be a superstar.
I shouted I needed more!
He then bought me a male doll.
I married them; naming him Jamal.

After, I started to ponder;
About all my father’s gift,
How he showered me with love,
But I only saw what he missed.
At times people, including myself, forget the blessings The Father has given; instead they only notice what they feel they are missing.
Ree Bunch Apr 2016
How do we fix that which has been broken?
When important fragments are dastardly missing!
Shall we mend it with what we can salvage and live with imperfections?
Or smash it to smithereens and say the heck with it?
We all know marriages take work, but if valuable elements (honesty, trust, etc.) are missing, what do you do?

  (A question I hope I never have to contemplate on.)
Ree Bunch Apr 2016
Is love buried underneath that slew of threats?
Does suspicion translate into tendency and intimacy?
Should I attribute you as a firm protector of me?
Are your fists substitute for a passionate kiss?
The fear of you, I had, should’ve given the answers that I sought,
but blindness took its toll; until I lay dying at your feet.
Young love is all that I wanted it to be,
but that so-called love you had; loved me too deeply.
As you hid me 6 feet below, where amative souls sleep.
Amative- disposed to love

The answers to all of my questions are no; never confuse love with controlling behavior. Domestic violence is never OK!
Ree Bunch Mar 2016
Your lies were dipped in bittersweet chocolate;
with a heaping amount of caramel sauce drizzled on top.
I gobbled up more than I care to openly admit;
in fear of what others will think and say.
After enjoying your momentary treats;
came the truth;
with so much salt, it was baffling to eat.

A.K.A

(10 w)

The lies I ate, but
the truth I couldn’t take.
Ree Bunch Mar 2016
You're like week old milk.
I know you're sour,
**But I still have to take a whiff.
Ree Bunch Apr 2016
I see her digging feverishly-
digging holes in search of things to keep.
She digs even though her palms are calloused and raw.
The yellow sunlight has moved to the moonlight’s glow.
I can only see her futile struggle;
in search of the things that’s already resting in her cupboard.
Sometimes people are constantly searching for happiness, love or etc. But as they're so focused on searching they miss it when it's right in front of their face.
Ree Bunch Apr 2016
I was nervous and shy during our first meet,
but your zeal for fun set my nerves at peace.
We played dress-up; wearing heels bigger than our feet.
Rouge lipstick smudged all over our two front teeth.
We danced and twirled to the music’s funky beats;
as the moon crept- many secrets were released.
The sun awoke; a new day I was eager to see.
I waited to see what fun you had for me,
but you and your new friend played- not thinking in “we”.
I wore a smile, but my heart was in disbelief.
I was losing my friend with no way to compete;
while I gather dust in my dollhouse pink suite.
I knew as a doll sadness and neglect were always meant to be,
yet I hoped that this friendship would be everlasting and unique.
Losing a good friendship is very hard- sometimes it is not a result of a disagreement- it's just life moving on carrying you two apart; nonetheless it is a sad time in life when it does happen.
Ree Bunch Apr 2016
Roam with normal faces,
so beware of malicious people and naysayers;
whether they are friends or complete strangers.
Evil spirits work through others all the time,  so be wary of people trying to cause you to sin or act out of character.
Ree Bunch May 2016
False advertisement of eyes, hair, and full body.
Pushing these up;
Packing that down.
Waxing and shaving everywhere-
Because the bald eagle look is supposedly essential!
Wait….
When should one reveal their true self?
Ree Bunch Apr 2016
I always knew this day would come;
when these deceptive infrangible walls would be permeated like walls of hanging beads.
This roof blown away like dust.
These windows shattering like  candied sugar.
And me hiding in my poorly conspicuous place – under the bed;
cupping my mouth – holding back the terrified scream that’s sweltering at bay.
I haven’t blinked since I heard your intrusion.
I know you’ve come to do hideous acts; play out your unspoken, dark fantasies.
Terror and panic are demonizing my mind into a petrified state.
Tears begin to stream as I see you walk into the room….
You  s ...  l... o…  w....   l…  y…    approach the bed
you     c
         r
        o
       u
      c
     h
And our eyes meet, I see that evil twinkle of a hunter finally catching its prey.
Ree Bunch May 2016
June 17, 2006 was my golden birthday; as it was the year I turned 17.
Senior year was to start in a mere 2 weeks- I’ve already started dreaming of how my life would be.

Curfew extended because I was almost grown…
Prom night dance and tearful graduation hugs..
Youthfulness that’ll depart slowly while at University..
I even dreamed of meeting my future husband to be..

But August 2, 2006 had other plans in mind; as it was the last time I saw my mommy alive.
Life changed so quickly then- she was buried on the 8th and I moved to Baltimore by the 10th.

I became a shell of who I used to be- no longer living in my perfect shaped fantasy.
It’ll be ten years in a couple of months, and every summer uninvited depression slowly comes.
Every summer I find myself crying for no reason and becoming extremely down on random days.
Ree Bunch Mar 2016
The person I was
didn't define
the person I became!
All glory is given to The Most High for that! His mercy and grace endureth forever!
Ree Bunch Jan 2017
Yellow stained teeth yet she smiles.
That smile is excuding pride.
Body hair growing wild,
Yet her arms give such warmth.
She disappears amongst a crowd.
Lurking as a helpful eye.

Men laugh at her unibrow,
Dismissing her giving heart.
Disregard of her love's vow.
She'd love with all of her being
And her pride yellow stained smile.
Yet eyes only see her flaws.

Her inner beauty shines bright,
Guiding true love through the night.
There is a person for everyone that will only see the beauty that truly matters.
Ree Bunch Mar 2016
Happy Birthday Ms.31!
I hope you have delightful fun.
Here’s a bell to ring and ring;
Until you see a beauty or a queen.
I might bring a mirror to turn to you,
Because you’re the one making my dreams come true.
Happy birthday Ms.31!
And I hope you’ll have delightful fun.
This is a poem I wrote for my mom when I was 10 years old; on her birthday. She made it until her 37th birthday with a smile; although she was suffering with lupus. She would be 47 on March 19th.
Love you always <3
From your Pikachu
Ree Bunch Mar 2016
I am a woman,
confirmed by intricate womanly organs.
I am a woman,
Whose heart has been stolen.

I am a woman,
Who looks upon her husband’s soul.
I am a woman,
Trying to comprehend contentment’s goal.

I am a woman,
Running from society’s judging eyes.
I am a woman,
That sometimes cuddle with lies.

I am a woman,
Looking underneath broken shards to find faith.
I am a woman,
That understands the wisdom of what Jesus paid.

I am a woman,
That believed I was damaged to the highest degree.
I am a woman,
Whose flaws shaped me into plain, exquisite Ree!
Ree Bunch Jun 2023
Although you may not see a baby on my hip or at my breast.
I am still a mother nonetheless.
Although you may not hear a newborn cry as you walk past.
I am still a mother nonetheless.
Although you may not see him sleeping in his warm bed.
I am still a mother nonetheless.
You may think my baby is not here.
But he's in the way I walk and breathe instead.
My son lives on through me.
I'm still a mother, just like the others you see.
For my lovely boy Joseph 9.3.19 ❤️❤️
Ree Bunch May 2016
Fall straight in line-
I make my
definition of normal!
Being different just means I'm unique
Ree Bunch Mar 2016
“I love you”
Echoes off vacant walls.
She tried waiting for the perfect moment,
To permit the sacred words to fall.
She undoubtedly believed they had ample time.
If only she knew tragic fate would befall.
He’s bleeding out too fast to stop.
“I love…. “  begins to squirm and crawl,
As her lover’s heart deplorably stalls.
If you love someone make sure you let him/her know.  I rather live with embarrassment versus regret.
Ree Bunch Apr 2016
I’m standing in the bedroom doorway-
watching you sit on the black chair:  
drink in one hand- remote in the other.    
Only question I can think of is;      
Who is this stranger on my couch?        
You look just like him- even your frown.          
You’re driving his car – using his stuff,            
and taking his role as my man;              
but you’re frighteningly unknown to me.

My man, showered me with kisses-  
his corny jokes rolled until the night,    
our connection was undeniable,      
but your heart is so very distant,      
your intimacy has desiccated and died;        
I can barely get 2 words from you,          
so you must be an intruder!

Where’s the man I fell heavily for?
The man that had joy in his eyes  
Or maybe it is me that has changed!    
Either way I’m fighting for the real “us” again.
Ree Bunch May 2016
You wore socks to bed- knowing it irked me.
Faced me while we slept- breathing your stinky breath in my face was a definite, guaranteed.
You loitered as I changed always trying to cop a feel- ignoring my agitated pleas.
You watched your wrist- telling me I’m late; of course, I forever disagreed.
Invited yourself to my TV time- talking to me as if I was free.
Told me I was beautiful; each and every day- annoyingly, times three.
Sometimes you had an ‘I’m the king’ attitude, and I was just your sidekick wannabe.

Sadly, I still wash all of your socks each and every week.
I face the fan as I sleep, so it dries my tear’s wet streaks.
I continuously pause while getting dressed- waiting to hear you make the floorboards creak.
I put on my makeup extra slow anxiously anticipating your frustrated shriek.
I turn up the TV’s volume hoping you’ll come interrupt to speak.
Waiting for your mushy compliments as I check the mirror at my womanly physique.
I made you a personalized crown, so you could be a king that’s honored and chic.
But silence and heartbreak are all that is left here to tweak.
You’ve departed this world suddenly, leaving my life confusing and disastrously bleak.
Now, your once irritating traits have become the only thing that my broken heart desperately seeks.
I know the things you do now that I complain about are going to be the things that I will yearn to see the day you are no longer here.(Most High forbid)
Ree Bunch Apr 2016
I still remember the day you stole my love.
My world became blurry, except the image of you.
I imparted every unique part of me.

                    I still recall the day you pummeled my love.
                    Taking my innocence and your serving of my heart.
                    You left me wounded, but I guess that wasn’t your plight.

                                         I still hate the day loving became complicated.
                                         I no longer share pieces of myself.
                                        The distinguished part you took- *I’m unable to rebuild.
Ree Bunch Apr 2016
I’ve started keeping your love stashed in jars.
Hugs, kisses, and words only; so far.
Your hugs are filled up to the brim- glittery twinkles of shimmery bits.
Your kisses can’t keep still on top of my shelf; it dances around losing itself.
Your words are my most prized possession, since I know that they are truly heartfelt.
On difficult days I visit my jars and sprinkle myself to feel the love we grew thus far.
I wish people could really stash jars of love for those days where they seem to forget the love they once shared. Until then I'll just continue reminiscing with very old emails ;)
Ree Bunch Mar 2016
Jealously or sorrow?
Which one gnaws at the seam of a heart?
Pieces fall, imparting a hole so hollow.
Your happiness is an understandable part,
But how do I rejoice with no hope to borrow?
I was truly happy for you from the start.
As the blessing cohabitating within you joyfully wallows,
But sadness and happiness are playing a game using my heart as a board for darts,
And my judgement using my emotions as a soiled harrow.
At this instant I’m incapable of being smart.
I just pray to be called “mom” on a future ‘morrow!
Ree Bunch Feb 2021
I remember the first time I heard your symphony playing at 143 bpm and it made my heart skip a beat and float to your composed musical notes.

We were in sync from that moment forward.

Surely, I had heard a symphony before, but there was something indescribable about the rhythm of yours- It was the most beautiful musicality that I had ever heard, and I had a front row seat.

Abruptly, the harps, cellos, percussions, and violins stopped – with baffled looks and sadness strewn on their faces, the orchestra quickly rose and cleared the stage.

Is it over already? Is it any chance that they’ll come back to continue the effortless harmonization that once was? I thought that we had 12 more weeks together to create, compose, and flourish.

You passed on too soon my son, leaving mommy’s symphony playing without cause or passion. My heart will never forget the intricacies of your composure and movements.

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Science says that the heart only consists of valves, ventricles, and arteries; but what else can bridge an invisible rope to another’s sophisticated rhythm and fall straight in line.

It can shatter without breaking; melt, but continue to beat; harden, but still capable of giving love?

It has to be more…

It has to be...
You were only here a short time, but you changed me forever. 9.3.19♡
Ree Bunch Mar 2016
Rich coffee aroma consumes the room.
Coffee’s perfume and red lights relax about.

Your round face is polished exquisitely.
While your pink and turquoise dress flares and touts.

I watch you from a dank, lonely corner.
My wooden frame squeaks and moan all throughout.

Your steel basks in light making an aura.
Your beauty twinkles brilliantly and spouts.

Once I sat with you, enjoying my day.
Falling for your steel and all of your grout.

Then a rant, roar, and swish broke me in half.
After, I was discarded like a lout.

Now, I can only watch you from afar.
My love engulfs my being and shrilly shouts.

A new chair now kisses your underside.
If I am fixed one day, I’m swinging clouts.

His metal frame does shine very nicely.
But wood versus metal, would win no doubt.

I’m attractive and more comfortable.
He’s very hard and ugly in stout.

Next Thursday is trash day and I’ll be gone.
My frame will die, but not my love’s devout.
The things a chair would say if it could speak; I wonder : o
Ree Bunch Apr 2016
(Years) * (girl + boy)= Friendship

(Crush)(crush)(friendship)= Lovers

(Lovers + commitment) / Monogamy = A relationship

(Relationship – trust) * (mendaciousness) = Fallible liaison

(Fallible liaison) * (# of years) / My heart =  Wasted time and regret

**But math nor relationships were EVER your strong suit.
Mendaciousness = habitually telling lies
Fallible =liable to err
Ree Bunch Mar 2016
Lust misted upon me.
It blinded my vision.
Affecting my 20/20 vision for you.

Secrets drenched my attire;
Weighing down my mind and body.
Making it difficult to keep up.

Lies rained down between us;
Creating a moat; separating us
Farther and farther apart.

A whirlwind of pleasure disguised
The destruction that was
Ultimately laying waste.

A tornado of guilt captures
Me up in its volatile tunnel;
Thrashing me about.

Truth floods us, dragging us
under; drowning the little life
Our relationship has left.

The drought of forgiveness
Results in the death
Of the future between us two.
Ree Bunch May 2016
Indescribable heat searing fresh skin;
your words mutilate my heart with a Masamune Katana.
Joyfulness your presence once gave - now tarnished- forever tainted.
Bountiful regret saturates your words- emitting rivers of apologies.
But beauty I often saw behind those eyes is replaced
with a distinct shimmer of a Masamune Katana lying just beneath.
I  understand people speak in anger and say things they should never say, but it's more damaging when a friend repeats something that  should  have never been brought up- that was told  in secrecy-just to cut the person deeply. After that I  think it's impossible to ever look at that person in the same light; all I'm able to see is the words that once came from their mouth.

Masamune Katana - A rarely made sword that is beautiful, yet deadly.
Ree Bunch Mar 2017
You laughed and caressed my cheek.
Your hugs so strong and endless.
Your words play on repeat,
"I love you fervently"

You showed me the person you really are;
But I thought it better to paint you as my masterpiece.
When people show you who they are- believe them.
Ree Bunch Jan 2017
Pickaxe swings,
shards fly.
Pieces move,
yet inners hide.

I've been swinging
both day and night.
Understanding you
is a futile fight.
Ree Bunch Jul 2016
We've been talking for hours.
Struggling for ultimate power.
Can't you read my inner cues?
I still sit trying to get through
Only to notice you have no **** clue!
Ree Bunch May 2016
I don’t want to feel!
I’m fearing the changes in life that are inevitable.
I want to be brave with a nonchalant shrug and a smile on my face.

       I don’t want to be drowned in a river of irrelevancy-
      That may be only apparent to me in my thought’s captivity.
      I want to be content with what I have- feeling no need to compete.

         I don’t want to let life’s struggles drag and flail me as they see fit.
        Becoming someone unrecognizable to myself.
        I want to have strength to show myself that I can be tough.

But nights like these where silent tears roll~
I’m frozen in the same spot as life’s failure tease without mercy or control.
Sometimes I find myself comparing my life to that of friends and family members, but I need to realize that - that is comparing apples to oranges; we all are on a different journey through life.

Mish aza- I don’t want in colloquial Arabic.
Ree Bunch Mar 2016
She admires him from afar.
His radiant skin absorbs
Her lust and her complete focus.
His laugh is the gasoline
That sets her womanhood ablaze.
She desires her full lips
Against his seductive skin.

Her lust filled focus is yanked
Back to the true future she face.

His heart was not hers to nurture,
Yet his heart was hers to reject.
That silky skin was spoken for;
That laugh ignites another’s heart,
Yet tortures hers sub equally.
The war to fight her morals
Wages untold ruin inside.
Should she allow lust to stimulate her,
Or respect her friend’s family future?
Ree Bunch Mar 2016
Music made from you,
With your voice,
Your instruments,
Are unrivaled.

Exquisite notes flow effortlessly,
Entrancing women,
To descent deeper,
And deeper in love.

Your composition style,
Is a gift inherited.
It can not be acquired.

You told me your
Ingenious father showed you
All that you know.

The casual way,
You beguiled me with
Your music, making me
Feel heaven bound.

My heart was your instrument,
Manipulating and conquering it.

Lies were your notes,
Enchanting them to
Appear truthful.

My mind the foolish audience,
Awaiting an encore,
One performance was
Never good enough.

You continuously performed,
Yet I continuously stayed.
We've all knew at one point the relationship was over BUT we just stayed.
Ree Bunch Apr 2016
Why can’t I get an attitude when I’m not invited?
Throw a tantrum like a spoiled toddler.
I want to shout and complain when things are going awry.
I want to withhold my words until things fall in line.
I shall carry these grudges until they bury me deep!
You’ve ****** me off, so a slap is what you need!
I want what you have, so I’m taking it from your grasp,
as I walk away joyful; the thought of you is now part of my past.
I want to be the pettiest person you’ve ever meet,
but I’m an adult; so all I can do is fake-smile and pretend.
Ree Bunch Mar 2016
We promised to always be friends;
Since our first meeting at age 8.
You were adventurously crazed
And I reveled in your crazy.
I had your back from the very start;
As you have mines until the end.

Although, younger years were normal;
From 10th grade things weren’t the same.
When did stubble grow on your face?
When was “****” added to your name?
Did you hear the change in your voice?
I’m starting to feel so deranged.
I’m unable to feel relaxed with you,
But is love a path for us two?

I demand the feelings to cease,
But now I’m curious of what may be.
What if I reveal my puppy love?
Shouting I want more than a hug!
Yearning for your passionate kiss,
And you sensually caressing my hips.

I gather courage to tell you.
Confessing my heart’s lustful truth.
Your manly face reads confusion.
As mines read “Oh ****! I’m losing…
A big smile spreads across your face;
And you say you’re feeling the same way.
Ree Bunch Mar 2016
I know you exist only in the depths of my mind,
                    But I want to revel in those deep caves;
Trying to pull you into existence.
I imagine how glorious my future would be with you.
                      My life wouldn’t have that seedless void.
I wallow in my mind’s caverns, where you dwell,
But the longer I dwell in those deep caves;
                        
The harder it is for me to survive reality.
Ree Bunch Apr 2016
I did love you so much once.
Even though you only saw my wrongs.
I stayed with you through the hard times,
but disliked the man you’d become.
I realized happiness no longer came around;
only anger and depressing sadness held me down.
One day Evilness deeply implanted within you,
and all of the abuse escalated- with scars to prove.
I should have left while you slept,
but my deep Evil wanted sweet revenge.
Where’s the woman I used to be?
She was so timid and happy go-lucky.
I do regret what I did,
but I saw no out; only death.
It had to be either me or you,
and this time, I knew, who I would choose.
Ree Bunch Apr 2016
My world is depriving me of oxygen;
as you parade around with your new girl,
and I receive pity stares from friends.
I play unconcerned ‘til I get home,
then I showcase all of my sadness
with my pen, paper and nonstop tears.
I’m going to use you as my muse
to tell you to go ***** yourself, poetically.
When it's over, but you still have those **** feelings when you see him with someone new!
Ree Bunch Mar 2016
I don’t want to talk,
So pretend I’m sleep.
I don’t want to eat,
I’ll just drink tea.
I rather not be touched,
Human contact; not in your dreams!
I’m quiet for a reason;
Are you too blind to see?
I’m having a ****** day,
Where no one knows what to say.
So, if you like the “nice” Ree,
Good advice is to let me be!
Just one of those days
Ree Bunch Mar 2016
I love you are words
That are spoken to often.
Tell me not; show me!
Ree Bunch Apr 2016
Can’t you see me standing right here?
No worries, as long as you do what you’re told.
I whisper your tasks directly into your mind.
You complete them expertly; my work of gold.

I dabble in all of your unsecured senses.
They say the eyes are the windows to the soul.
I direct your gaze to that human over there
and love where your imaginative mind goes.

It’s time to devour deliciousness, my precious friend.
New task is to eat until your inners grieve.
Your stomach will stretch! Complete what I ask!
Have seconds, even fourths, but never say please.

How dare another human think they’re better than you?
You will shame and hate her until the end of time.
Tell everyone you’re the gift given to the world-
that you bless them daily with your beauty’s shine.

The task of lying is personally your favorite.
You lie happily with no sadness in sight.
The drama you conjure makes me so proud.
Your best lies even started a massive fight.

You wear wrath and anger so beautifully.
I make you drape them around your lovely neck.
The glow coming from it blinds logic's vision ;
with only a whisper I make your life a wreck.

We’ve been joined together for a long while now.
You chose to fulfill all of my given tasks.
Since you have died, you will travel down with me.
Your way to the light- you’ve forsaken in the past.
The Deadly Sins
Ree Bunch Mar 2016
It started with “Hey!”
I was shy and reserved.
You were boisterous and outgoing.
We became instant friends.
You balanced me on life’s balance scale.
Our lives became in synced.

It continued with “I love you, as a friend”
Daily calls ending at 3 am.
Movie nights in our ugliest Pjs.
I became your relationship therapist
And you became my life counselor.
My heart became entangled with yours.

It grew tricky with “I love you”
Your presence made me giddy.
Your smile made my inners swoon.
Hearing about your relationships
Filled me with envy.
A battle arose between my mind and heart.

It fell apart with “I need you”
You put me down easily.
Showing me my place in your life.
I could be everything but not the “one”.
You would never feel the same,
But we could remain best friends.

It ended with “…… “
Our friendship isn’t able to bounce back.
I cry daily knowing I can’t have your love.
I can love you better than any!
Maybe you’ll realize when I’m gone
That with my heart; is where yours belong.
Ree Bunch Apr 2016
The sun’s sleepy eyelids peel open slowly;
revealing her deep golden eyes.
She rubs yesterday’s gunk from her face;
until she’s radiantly dazzling.
She brushes her non-crooked teeth,
so they can be blindingly bright.
She shares her warm, unconfined joy;
as she dances high up in the sky.
*On cloudy days- she said “Forget it! My bed is too comfy to defy.”
Watching the sun rise is one of the most relaxing things to do at 6 am- other than sleeping of course lol.
Ree Bunch May 2016
You know it amazes me
how long I’ve known you!
It’s been some years, don’t you agree?
Conversing about this and that;
Casual chats over a cup of tea,
But crazily after all these years-
I don’t know you – you don’t know me!
Crazy how you could know someone for years, but not really know them at all.
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