Bros before Hoes
His heart,
I felt it break,
alongside of mine;
but only
oh so slightly
and
only in that moment's time;
He convinced himself that I was lying
And I convinced myself that I was fine
“I did this to myself” I said
...And I believed it almost every time.
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Day dreaming
I picture us at the park
Blanket picnic talking about books and art
Eating grapes and tarts
While whispering in my ear how much you’d rather taste me instead
I think of us in bed
Moans and groans that sound like a speech impediment
Your hugs and kisses is what I’m embedded in
Attentive to my wants and needs
The only time we’ll admit that we don’t mind begging on our knees
I picture us on a boat
Our bodies afloat the bed we rock
My knees by your waist side
As our insecurities fall wayside to the waves we ride
The sea crashing into the shore
making me crave the pounding of your…. heart beat even more
I picture your body pressed up to mine
Your head rested upon my chest,
My arms wrapped around your neck
Baby, please me.
Squeeze me
Vow to never leave me
Use the tip of your tongue to trace every line of my body to read me
Appease me with your literacy
Be author to all my notions of intimacy
I don’t even want you to say a word
Just use sounds and verbs to translate how much you like my curves
Let our bodies converse like musical instruments
I like when you hum my favorite hook
and become a part of my melody
I would never change the station
I like the rhythm of your expression
Moan out loud, sighs when I lick
Hold me tight when I sit
Baby, I hope that you like romance
Cause with me, I want you to tongue dance
It keeps me going like blood throughout my body
I want you to whisper in my ear and sing to me
Get you playing in my mind all day, pressing rewind and play
because I love how gentle your voice always kisses me
Like when the tip of your nose grazes mine
As gentle as when I lightly scratch the back of your hair line
In the same way brown autumn leaves gently hit the ground when it’s due time
I Like when your eyes lock in
In the same way our legs lock intertwined when you grab hold
your arms grip-locked tight around my torso as we lose control
I like the way that we unfold
In the same way that sweat drips from our pores
For you i’d hold open closed doors
Let you walk right in, sit down and get comfortable
Because i have a feeling that this might take a while
Maybe while Miles Davis is playing in the background
I can blow your horn
Show you just how much I like it when you adorn me
How much I adore you
how much our body speaks volumes
The thought of “my turn” gets me excited
and when I have to fight it
I bite my bottom lip and lick my top one because I wish that they were yours
There are no better thoughts than this
I think that you might just be my favorite daydream
The best kind of distraction to sweep me off my feet and take me
Baby you elate me
Im starting to get hot ... wow
so maybe I should just stop now…
can’t believe that these are just thoughts.. how
awks...
so….. anyway… my next piece..
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The Gardener with the Flowered Head
I felt like she was always blooming, always growing into her own
- a never ending cycle of Death and being Reborn from the soil.
Her roots were never severed
no matter how many times others tried to cut her down.
Her arms were like branches
that could withstand any storm
and
Her Mind was a bouquet of life experiences put together
- always beautiful no matter the combination
She was her own kind of beautiful
-an ecosystem composed of mind, body and soul
involving constant maintenance
and
the need to be watered everyday.
She needed light in her life
-the sun and the moon both seemed to feed her the same way.
She had no preference of direction;
Each stem and leaf grew off her like unruly hairs.
She did not care for her appearance
for she knew that what mattered most was the presence of life itself - of growth.
She was the woman with the flowered head.
She was what women wanted to be
and
she didn’t even know it.
She was lovely
and
smelt like every grandmother’s garden.
She was,
in her own rights,
a gardener;
She knew in life that one’s hands must get dirty from time to time.
She was envied by many.
Little did they know the amount of work she had to put in to become the woman she was
- and she still was not done...
I don;t think she ever will be.
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“Of all the things I’ve lost, I miss my mind the most” - Mark Twain
I miss writing
and so here I am..
trying to put words to screen
pen to paper
like I’ve lost my touch
Like i don’t feel much like myself anymore.
How much more of this “losing myself” thing can I endure?
I need to try..
that’s all one can ask of one’s self right?
How much longer do I have to fight this?
My whole life?
Thats a long ass time.. .
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Dazed and Confused
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Movie Glitches: part one
A kind of pleading in my head
screaming for someone to save me.
Im left in silence on the bed
to my mind
already erasing these
rape scenes.
I try to re-edit these
seamless streaming memories;
I think my movie can do without them.
and so
I pay no mind to all the glitches
and skip through all the images
Like they caught the bad side of my
once so pretty face.
As if time will replace this hate
That sedates me every time
I think about the age
I lost everything.
As if faith and love
Were tied to virginity.
*SKIP SCENE*
To A 14 year old me
So in love with the world
And in love with love
That I was consumed
In the making of
binging… .. .
Drink after Drink
A 23 year old man
Couldn’t stand the chance
Of not taking me to bed
So he thinks
of a mix that will
Loosen me up;
My age setting before him a challenge.
Off balance I was
he lead me to his lap
His hands around my waist
To grab hold of what he knew he’d soon take.
Holding me to drown in my naivety.
I found him endearing
Not fearing the ways he controlled my path
The fact that he held my hand
Reminded my of pretend Play- Scenes I used to act out with my friends
*SKIP SCENE*
Back to grade One.
Matthew had a crayon to lend me
He was my first crush
Forever the boy that turned lending into a storybook adventure-
He gave me butterflies
And made me feel weak to my knees.
*SKIP SCENE*
Who knew weakness would be conceived
Under the weight of man
I didn’t believe
Deserved to proceed past my lips.
This was supposed to be my first real kiss.
And yet he missed all the romance
And carried me up to his room
No slow dance
As if he had married me
And I was now his property.
His grips made me feel like a possession.
His mission an unhealthy obsession.
I still thought he might not keep going.
not knowing that throwing me around wasn’t part of the script.
I tried to use my hips to lift him off
but his grip was too tight
and my voice too soft
for him to stop.
This was another first time for me
That is
The first time that I had ever fought.
*SKIP SCENE*
To make-believing now
That I want it.
My silence a sign of my pleasure
Cause I felt better
existing in fairytales.
However,
I knew very well
Love was nowhere to be found in this one.
Who knew fun
Would turn into something I could never run from
*SKIP SCENE*
“It was only fair”
I thought to myself
“I was wearing a short skirt.. And i was drinking”
My mind leading me to thinking
that this was all my fault
Who knew this would be the start of an endless chain of self-blame
Because society has taught me that He is the victim
Not me.
A concept that continues to reclude me into shame
Because
“I was the instigator”
“I provoked it”
“I should have been more responsible”..
Who knew that responsibility would
Lay on me so heavy at 14 years old.
Why had I never been told?
*SKIP SCENE*
-Anonymous
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Note to self:
Learn to give him space.
The more you worry the less time you spend thinking about other things that matter. You’ve gotten to the point where nothing else seems to matter. In the long run you’ll only be hurting yourself. You’ve already started to see the effects. Even in this state of insanity, he loves you. He loved you then, he loves you now, and he will continue to love you.
Never forget that.
Stop letting your schoolwork suffer.
These mental blocks you keep putting on yourself are hard to move past once they’re made. You already have quite a few. You are very intelligent and should stop doubting your abilities. If you doubt them, other people will too.
Stop giving up things that you love.
No one other than yourself is responsible for giving up. Do what makes you happy. If that means fighting your entire life for something you love, do it. Nothing is impossible.
Find your balance. Find yourself.
It’s a new year and all you’ve done is continue to be sad. You’ve fed your addictions and quite frankly, made them worse. You need to gradually come to terms with everything you have and don’t have in life. You used to be so happy and bubbly and ready to take on the world. Now you’re stuck, and only furthering your depression. With time and a lot of effort, you can be the person you want to be.
Learn to move forward.
Things have changed so much over the past few years. Your mindset has changed. You are no longer a child. You have grown and the people around you have grown too. Change is hard and this is probably the most difficult thing you have to work on. But you can do it.
Believe in yourself.
Confidence is key. No one will take pity on you if you continue put yourself in this dark corner of self loathing. You can do things. You can make things happen. You are not incapable. Prove yourself wrong.
If you want to see a change, be the change.
Life doesn’t stop because you are in a bad place. Life will continue. You finally know what the true meaning of this is. You need to get over this fear of change and keep going. No matter what.
Love yourself.
Take a lot better care of yourself. You may not believe this yet, but there are so many people who love you and care about you. Don’t you dare do anything harmful to yourself. You already know the consequences. Everything on this list can be fixed if you learn to love yourself. Your insecurities exist only in your self hatred. There is only one you. You are unique and loved and special, and you need to open your eyes again.
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“If you wont love me somebody else will”
“If you wont love me somebody else will”
I mean this for me
AND
I mean this for you
Don’t be afraid to lose love
because your the kind
that love will find again too
In the event
that we don’t make it through
don’t forget that
your worth
is not measured by
my failure to recognize truth
but by the very fact
that love will chose you
to be its carrier.
Don’t let my inability
to keep you
turn into a barrier that sets you apart
from the love you deserve.
Don’t let me be the reason
you don’t see your own self-worth.
Because
You would be loved again...
I hope I love you now so much
that if we ever were to end
your heart would be strong enough
to mend again.
To extend your hand to mend
someone else’s heart.
Because
You deserve that kind of happiness.
Somebody else will love you
if i cant.
I promise.
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If you won’t love me, somebody else will
Comfortable x Lil' Wayne feat. Babyface
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*Priorities
I like it when he checks up on me.
He asks me often
if I’m doing alright.
I usually reply that i’m fine
But it gets me every time
that he sacrifices his breath
To find out.
There is no doubt in his mind
That I’m
aligned with my own strength
But
he asks anyway
at the slight chance
that I might not be okay.
He makes my well-being a priority every day.
-Annalissa
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Kiss me
with simplicity;
as if by
second nature.
Kiss me
as if I were
as routine to you
as losing your keys or
checking the mail.
Let me know
that I’m no longer
something
you have to reach for
or try to do.
Let me know
that you and I are
living our love.
- CarterThomasPoetry
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Suspense...
We were both so eager..
We were like wildcats in bed
He was a Tiger
And I, a Lioness
Both of us tossing
turning
biting eachother’s necks
pinning each other down
to the foundations of fucking
cause like fuck it,
i don’t want any love making right now
Competition had us grinning
we were sprinting towards sinning
because his demons play well with mine.
Both wondering
who would be the first to submit
neither of us wanting to admit this time
that we were cumming pretty close
to giving in
Both wondering
at each turn
Which one of us is going to win.
We were both fighters.
He was a go getter
and I was the provider.
He always makes sure
to bring home the meat
and I always make sure
to feed him something sweet to eat
We both love
the way I melt inside his mouth
and how it makes me weak.
the way this buffet stays open until he’s full
and how I glisten on his cheeks..
He’s always got me staring.. .
Right into those brown eyes
at my own reflection .. .
Call me Conceited,
but
I like to watch him
watch me
be appeased
by his
hard...work.
Teasing
my piercings and
quickly
making my lips sing-
his tongue,
working my body
like clockwork.
Call me selfish,
but i like it
when he’s down there.. .
As he moves south
and the hot air
from his mouth makes me cringe
I like to have him in my grips
lightly grace his tip
Competition so stiff that
It always feels like it’s going to be a tight race
Suspense...
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And on really romantic evenings of self, I go salsa dancing with my confusion.
Waking Life- Chapter 15
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Evoking radiance
Hm? Pain?
I do not bring pain, little dove, no~
I bring a challenge, trials, tests, yes
But I do not deal in “pain”.
Pain is far from my currency.
It may be a human byproduct of being tested and pushed,
But it is not what I seek to impart.
I seek amelioration~ Betterment. I want to polish you,
Push you past the limits you’ve set for yourself.
My business is testing your soul and my currency?
Your radiance.
When I am done with you, you will shine,
My artificial sun project, hung, effortlessly,
Eternally in a never cloudy sky.
I want you to be what rises upon my horizon when I wake,
What sets when I sleep, my star.
If when I push you it hurts and you call that dealing pain,
Then maybe I do deal in pain, but I don’t seek to hurt you.
You are better than the trials I set.
You will never know unless you weather the ache.
Preamble set aside, now, dove, won’t you come and shine for me?
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The Prophet x Khalil Gibran (page 13,14)
”Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips."
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