#tilltheend
Pursed you for decades, old habits that shadowed me across the cosmos through eons
Will never ask you to love me; irrelevant what we all eventually want
I will never ask you to quit smoking or your whereabouts after the day’s work rotation
Who was your first love or who finally led you the wrong way on?
Doesn’t concern me about the ***** of your firstborn.
My reserved observations toward your sibling rivalry and questionable fashion forecast
I will never ridicule your acute fascination with Dancing with the stars
I am fascinated with the news about today, access to your mundane troubles
Like, do the high heels make your feet hurt? are they prone to stumble
Maybe for the chance we could later snuggle
Such innocent hopes, you are never at fault, never a penny for your thoughts
But cinnamon buns and fresh coffee I walked a block over and brought
To enjoy as you rant and vent about life s unjust persecutions
I listen explicitly to catch a molecule of your candid affection
Heartfelt and not under duress from the weight of compulsion and decency
Not purely based on manufactured commitment and unbridle duty
No I will never ask you to love me, for the entity known as “ME” resides outside this equation
Like the waving bystander looking at the departing passenger once the train leaves the station
I settle for the chance to share your duvet and Monday morning tantrums
Getting blamed for spoiled milk, overlooked expiry dates and late Doctors appointment frustrations
Face your wrath because I forgot to refill your station wagon
To bear the cross of your silent treatment for not getting around fixing the door handle that was broken
To rebel in the ambiance when you call me out as a ***** for simply being one
And labeling me an idiot when I am been a wise *** till I am finally done
I would praise your insults and endure your obnoxious sermons to cheer on your trivial darkness
I shall spare you the need to ask for my forgiveness and tolerance
I will never ask you to love me, only for your radiant and enchanting presence
My intentions are simple: to embark on your odyssey in glorious attendance
Mar 12, 2025
Mar 12, 2025 at 9:52 AM UTC
I know you care for me
And i care for you too
Even in hard times and
The good times we’ve been through
You’ve always been there
And I’ll be there too
Will never leave your side
Till the last day I’ll bide
Aug 2, 2020
Aug 2, 2020 at 7:10 AM UTC
I was born a writer see,
an I feel it like a bone,
an I have so many stories yet,
and some skills I've yet to hone,
An I intend on writing long,
until my eyes no longer see,
an I intend to tell you here,
until my soul is free,
I am but a poet true,
with a story yet to live,
an so I will tell in words I share,
an my everything I give,
To the craft that we all
share in here,
in the Poetry an lines,
an for the faces of a people here,
in a light that ever-shines,
From those lovely shiny silver souls,
with such understanding hearts,
and yes such very brilliant minds,
an like poetry in flesh you know,
well it really takes all kinds,
Of such different types of people,
in those "classes" so they say,
yeah I am but a poet true,
and I'm glad I am today.
Ma Cherie © 2017
Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 9:13 AM UTC
Because when my mind finds the time
to sit back and stare blankly at white paper,
I can never find the right opening words,
something about the ocean
or the sunsets
or the cool breeze occasionally blowing in the summer,
that would be able to fully express
the way my eyes tear up
at the vapor like thought
of being able to sit here on the couch
and watch you smile for one more second.
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 11:21 AM UTC
The book was opened years ago
The story was always a blur
The author’s still unidentified
The plot holds a gift, not a curse
When you’re feeling lonely,
Take a walk and think of me.
Breathe in all that is pretty
As though you’ve little to carry.
My dear, hold your chin up
The sky’s clear at last
The stars are your audience
You’re the hero, the leading cast
You’re never alone
I’ve left the crew behind
The story must go on
You’re the hero till the end
Walking by those trees
Past those walls
Over those roads
Across those fences
Just like we were floatin’
Summer breeze kissing us
Through our hair
On our skin
On our illusive faces
Just like we were imaginin’
All was captured in the walk
We were there through every blink
“Lonely” could never be you
Even after this story ends
You’re never alone
I’ve left the crew behind
The story must go on coz
You’re the hero till the end
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 10:15 AM UTC
Irregular Irregular just an irregular emotion it comes every month I'll call it my period.
Some times it change some times it stays the same but must of the time it has me feeling so much pain; pain killers are my drugs and in this case *** is my love to get it off my mind I politely take my time and choice my next line to ****** you to come over cause baby its prime time.
Irregular Irregular just an irregular emotion it plays with the mind and most of the time it have me feeling drake with you on my mind past event that I can erase!! first two days are the worst cause it has me all upset thinking thing that god himself will not approve , but baby some times I wish you die so I wouldn't have to encounter another you in my life .
I wish you would get sick but not just sick; sick that you cant do nothing just a dead weight .I wish so bad that as you walk on the street someone will just come take your life in a blink of an eye I'll be the first to cry cause then I would wish I hadn't wish all the bad things I did when I was upset
Irregular Irregular just an irregular emotion thank you god am on my last day the final days to ketch my step and realize am finally courageous enough to say I had enough and I thank her for taking you off my hands. It may sound like my period but its not its the three days out of every month I sit back and think about
the first guy I loved
glad to say that's in the pass here is your application am looking for a new man!!!!
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 2:40 PM UTC