She never saw

Pages and pages of affectionate odes
Seemed to fill the journal with a natural flow
I used to write her every day

Did she ever appreciate all that it took
To paint the word pictures that filed this book
I pored out my heart to her because I was in love

Now an old stairway covered in dust
A broken heart destroyed in a wave of mistrust
She gave it all away in search of another

She never appreciated all that Id done
She couldn't give her heart to just only one
She kept sharing her heart and looking for more

Will she ever look back on all she let go
Will she ever realize how I loved her so
Will she feel my love sill in my journals

She was always the one I would write
She was my morning , my moon and my night
But to her all I am is a memory

ALL HE DID WAS LEAVE ME ALONE.
THE FIRST YEAR WAS WONDERFUL
DON’T GET ME WRONG,
BUT AFTER THAT ALL THE LOVE
AND SWEET NOTHINGS WHISPERED
IN MY EAR BEGAN TO FADE AND DISAPPEAR.

ALL I KNEW WAS HOW TO LOVE A BAD MAN.
HE NEVER BEAT ME, BUT MY HEART WAS BROKEN
THE MANY TIMES HE WOULD CHEAT ON ME;
ALL HIS LIES AND DECIET THAT WAS ALL I KNEW
AND IT BLINDED ME TO A LOVE SO UNTRUE.

IT TOOK SOME TIME TO BREAK THIS SPELL
HE SPELLED ON ME, FOR ALL WHO TRIED
THEY FAILED MIGHTLY.  
I FELT SUPERIOR ABOVE ALL ELSE—YET
LITTLE DID I KNOW—HE LOVED SOMEONE ELSE.

AND WHEN THAT LOVE DID NOT SATED HIM,
BACK HE CAME AND I, UNABANDONLY CEDED HIM.
FOR YET I STILL LOVED A BAD MAN; HE KNEW WITH ME
HE CONTINUED TO PLAY HIS HAND…

BUT ALL HE DID WAS LEAVE ME ALONE
UNTIL ONE DAY IT FINALLY DAWNED ON ME
WHAT I WAS TOO BLIND TO SEE.
LOVE REALLY WAS MY ENEMY—HE CHEATED ME
ONCE MORE, THE MAN I THOUGHT I ADORED.

IT TOOK SOME TIME FOR MY HEART TO HEAL
FOR IT WAS DAMAGED BEYOND ITS ORDEAL.
YET HE NEVER FAILED TO TRY, WHILE HE UNDERSTOOD
I WILL NOT YIELD, MY HEART HOLLOW AS WOOD.

ALL HE DID WAS STAYED BY ME; I WAS NOT ALONE.
HE KNEW I BRUSHED HIM AWAY; I’VE FORSAKEN LOVE—
YET HE CONTINUED WITHOUT NO SWAY—
ONE YEAR, TWO YEARS, THREE UNTIL FIVE,
I’M STILL ALIVE!  

I DON’T HAVE THE WORDS TO THANK THIS MAN ENOUGH
FOR IT WAS A MAN THAT SHOWED ME LOVE—
HE BANISHED WITH HIS MIGHT ALL THAT WAS UNTRUE
AND MADE ME BELIEVE THAT LOVE IS TRUE.

**Creative Writings - Reina J. Morris

Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs,
you look like a world, lying in surrender.
My rough peasant's body digs in you
and makes the son leap from the depth of the earth.

I was lone like a tunnel. The birds fled from me,
and nigh swamped me with its crushing invasion.
To survive myself I forged you like a weapon,
like an arrow in my bow, a stone in my sling.

But the hour of vengeance falls, and I love you.
Body of skin, of moss, of eager and firm milk.
Oh the goblets of the breast! Oh the eyes of absence!
Oh the roses of the *****! Oh your voice, slow and sad!

Body of my woman, I will persist in your grace.
My thirst, my boundless desire, my shifting road!
Dark river-beds where the eternal thirst flows
and weariness follows, and the infinite ache.

The comfort of cliche, the trampled path
of mixed tapes and photo booths
some semblance of a direction as we walk
in our own uncharted territory called love.
the grass is wild and uncut, and with woods we
can call Narnia. The wild orange flowers, strawberries,
and gooseberries don't smell as fragrant as your hair
or taste as sweet as your ears.
you whisper "oh my god" but you don't believe.
how can you not see the angel when you see your reflection in my eyes?