Composture poems on Hello Poetry

The Unspoken Mar 2014

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

Quite in a teary mood as I wrote this down. #sigh

Jhlly Stgo Aug 2011

Oblivion

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

'Ladi Jun 2014

A Miss

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.

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