#trajectory
I'm not an 'ingénue' anymore - that’s been vitiated.
I'm not innocent, pure, naive or vulnerable -
which are technically, 'ingénue' requirements
(I don’t make the rules).
That being said, if no one has an objection,
in terms of narrative trajectory, I'd like to be
considered a 'fémme fatale' until further notice.
.
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Songs for this:
HEATED by Beyoncé
Hysterical Us by Magdalena Bay
11am 08.12
Aug 12, 2024
Aug 12, 2024 at 10:25 AM UTC
You are the sun in the solar system,
Somehow pulling everyone into your orbit.
Even passer by asteroids like myself
Get captured and entranced
By the gravitas of your enigma.
Forever stuck in the same trajectory,
Always circling back to you.
How do you do it?
Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 11:36 PM UTC
The clock smiled at us
as if it knew we were lost.
Unable to see the path, we continued along
on the wrong side of the ones and zeroes.
Tired of our aimless float;
fumbling along in the vacuums of our ignorance.
With all kinds of navigational aids to chart our journey
we mostly relied upon the compass tattooed over our hearts
While lost in the chasm of our indecision
our bodies and minds listed.
Our attempts to unpack the endless
parcels of our unrest ... proved futile.
So carefully, we re-learned the ABCs
and re-interpreted the Western Canon, finding
that it was only by closing our eyes
that we were able to see; were able to feel.
However, the rhythm was off
which was immaterial as
our feathers were ruffled and
the rhetoric was pluming.
With the overture of the new day dawning
we turned our back
on the algorithms of our demise
and shucked off self-imposed limitations.
You see, it was thirty seconds to midnight and
the world that never seemed to want us
needed us now.
So like anemic royalty, we took flight
breathing down rarefied air and
gulping the nuances of our resilience to swallow:
our intergenerational trauma
one more time.
Jul 28, 2020
Jul 28, 2020 at 8:09 PM UTC
Not lost in sleep
ascended to a dream
a secret none other have seen
if that doesn't tell the dream
who can interpret?
How the world will end?
First tell how did it begin?
What's true forever
is never a sudden discovery
rolls out in trajectory!
Jul 2, 2020
Jul 2, 2020 at 7:41 PM UTC
He follows the same orbit
Everyday
In the same motion,
Devoid of any thrilling emotions,
With desperate dedication
Without changing the pace of his muscles
Or the direction of his notion
Day after day
He isn't allowed to run
Or shift, tilt, step
Even a tiniest bit,
away from this linear trajectory
Which he tries to bruise and beat
Using the enduring might
Of his legs
Yet every morning
He opens his eyes
To the searing light
Of a sun
Pushing and shoving him
Mercilessly,
Towards the place
of his daily grind
And exertion
Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 11:12 AM UTC
Like a bird
We have a lot depending on
the right direction.
But Unlike it
We have too many doubts
and questions.
Spread your wings
but don’t span out nervously.
God gave moral compasses
to Guide us personally.
Never be afraid
to go and do your best.
Keeping pulling straws
until you’ve built your nest .
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 8:22 AM UTC
Out of the blue
And into the black
A thought passed through my head
It was you who crossed my heart
And went right out
The exit wound
Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 3:34 AM UTC
I wish i were a weapon======
Given a choice
I'd surely be a harmless bow and arrow ===>>>
But a surefire one...like those of Cupid's ===>>>
When released==>>>and aimed==>>> towards your body
My feelings ===>>> my energies ===>>>
Shall ride with its trajectory=====>>>>>
To be implanted in your body
Like a micro chip, buried inside your flesh...
Inconspicuous, as a coin on the ground...lost in
A mesh...or the bullet of a magical laser gun,
No sounds....no pain, ===
Targeted towards your heart <3
My face...my love...my smile
Would be resting deep inside,
................occupying space
...................to claim your love
Deprive me not of your precious love,
I aim not, to deprive you of your precious life,
I mean to enhance our lives, for our hearts, to jibe<3
<3 <3 <3
Sally
Copyright February 11, 2017
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 10:59 PM UTC
*Life is curved
in the shape of a flower,
a curved trajectory
that loops back on itself
repeatedly until the
last petal falls.*
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 6:28 PM UTC
the shadow picks
a nice path on your face;
across planes,
in wells
I never drank from,
on a pink bud
from which I stole
sugar
instead
of
tasting.
Where words slipped
I thieved, not
kissed.
shadow hovers
as a bee
searching
for pollen
in darkness.
It loves all
the places
I missed
because
I substituted French phrases for
your limbs;
spoke to your
light
in a language I didn't quite
know yet
but
sounded
like
like
the poetry found
in light's absence.
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 1:21 PM UTC