"composture" poems
They call me The Alpha...
My community calls me the Alpha Female
A-don't care...
A not senstitive soul.
A Hurt-resistant human.
Dating a couple people at the same time they say is my policy
They have a picture of me in their minds, So they don't mind.
They don't care...
afterall am resistant to pain right?
Here is THE TRUE story.
I Love...I Feel...I hurt
Yes I Do.
Maybe I have to put a brave front so I don't look desperate but No, I Love.
I Do.
eg. There is this particular soul, #sigh
Her beauty caught my eye since that picnic...
Its been a year now...and I still Love her.
I hate admitting it.
It makes me weak.
So weak because we have never gone exclusive.
I Stand firm...stern...composed.
Untill I hear a song by one "JOSHUA RADING" and Like a drunk
I lose my composture
I ran...
I hide...
I cry.
Then I wipe my eyes and come out of the room, all re-created.
Nothing solid has taken place between US, but deep I feel she is the ONE.
Back then, I was ready, she wasn't...now, am not ready, but she is.
I wish I could let her see herself through my eyes...
just to see what she means to me.
But it all goes to the same point, she told her friends "She is way out of my league, I can't afford her"
I Hate the label humans have put on my forehead
That makes it hard to be Loved.
Am just human.
Principled and independent YES, BUT WITH A HEART TOO.
It Hurts...it's pains.
But I will OUTLIVE this mentality.
And someday, SHE WILL BE MINE, AND I, HER'S.
©The Unspoken
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 7:42 AM UTC
And my soul crumbles
but my body somehow remains
And I'm screaming on the inside
but my eyes don't tear
And insanity catches up to me
but yet composture takes over...
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And what holds me?
Myself*
And who is there?
Myself*
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And the light is dim
but I know there is a brighter one
And my heart turns dark
but I don't let my head down
And I want to give up
but your love molds me
And I feel like nothing is worth it
but I know I have to fight
And only your voice revives me
but it was muted forever
And I want to die
but I must stay...
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And what is life without you?
Nothing*
And what am I?
Nothing*
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And the world turns gloomy
but my eyes secretly sparkle
And my future looks distant
but I still hold on
And I just want to let go
but my pride is the strongest
And you will never see me fall
but my faith is long gone...
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And who understands?
No One*
And who will ever understand?
No One*
No One**
No One***
NO ONE****
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MyselfNothingNo One**
Aug 30, 2011
Aug 30, 2011 at 12:27 AM UTC
I miss the projectile of sexiness that emits
with your speech.
I miss the smile that seems
mixed with life in itself; just like your blood is, speaking of which;
I miss the shy blush in your astute composture,
it leaves me wondering how could she be so pure.
I miss the splendid rear view;
Where adipose seems to fight for rescue.
But the elasticity of skin
manages to keep it in.
I miss the organs beneath your brows that enable you see.
Bless them; as they contribute to your appreciation of the nothingness in me.
I miss the warmth of your skin & its smoothness;
I miss your slow motion like gentleness,
I miss that scarce prudence;
same ilk as an air bubble in a large body of water.
I miss your application of sweetness; an abstract knife that cuts through me like butter.
It is you that I miss.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 4:36 PM UTC