Friday, November 18, 2011

Fading Flower

When the sun was at its peak
And the clouds were all dispersed
You stole my heart just like a thief would steal an elderly woman’s purse
I gifted you my flower while my petals were in full bloom
But you overwhelmed me with power
Stopping the sun from reaching the room
My flower was happy and healthy, gently swaying in the wind
Until your fingers came along and plucked me
Instead of caressing, you made me bend
But my flower still had some dignity
I hoisted myself into the sky
Despite the arrogant seeds that you dropped in me
I still found the oxygen I need to survive
I was an innocent flower
Looking pretty and modest and such
But you smothered me with rain showers
Destroying my roots, it was just too much
Now I’m just a fading flower
Half alive but not quite dead
My petals are wilting by the hour
From the harsh words that you said
The beautiful thing about being a flower
Is that next spring I will grow again…..

Throwing Gauntlets

Spirals of recollections are spinning through my brain
I put my thoughts in different sections
But they still spell out your name
I point then you point, I object your every word
To understand it from my viewpoint, to you it seems absurd
Your voice can carry loudly, as if firecrackers are going off
My feelings are getting cloudy; the bright sunshine is getting sparse
Throwing heavy gauntlets they’re caving through my soul
Wondering…. do I really want this? New love, that’s quickly turning old?
Depression is your best friend; you understand it in many ways
Now it’s time I should step in… to pull you out your negative daze
Throwing heavy gauntlets, the kind that scrapes at your core
Wondering …do I really want this? New love, that’s letting out its roar?
I crawl across your battlefield bruised and feeling weak
Not sure how much my heart can shield or control its fragile beat
Throwing heavy gauntlets aiming at my chest, asking, do I really want this?
Maybe we should give it a rest.

Impressions Part I

His first impression lasted only a few short seconds
I rolled my eyes, prompting his switch in directions
I summoned my manners and nonchalantly apologized
Turning up my charms, somehow disarmed his disguise
He sauntered back confidently, with an erect stride
I observed him succinctly, designer shoes to sparkling eyes
His fragrance was flagrant as it percolated about
I sniffed in amazement, because his aroma was brazen
It awoken something in me that was hidden and latent
We small talked at first, just the basic chit chatting
Soon we became engrossed, his intrepidation was slacking
He walked me to my doorstep, not caring if I was married or kept
Giving me utmost respect, my apprehension abruptly left
His demeanor, Shakespearian
Not the average fish in the aquarium
I’m a dreamer, bordering delirium
He’s a fact finder, oh so contrarian
Fast forward:  now we’re lounging on the floor
Horizontally opposite, my feet facing the bedroom door
We continued commentary from the week before, then
Abruptly his back chasmed my hands volunteered to explore
As I was working on his spasm, he started to subconsciously relax
I’m sure he never fathomed his resistance would collapse
His wall left ajar, exposing remnants of his emotional scars
Could I piece together the shards? Or just let him strum his damaged guitar?
These were the impressions left after just a few brief sessions
It’s way too early to dissect the meanings or its lessons
But this short time knowing him has been a blessing

Saturday, July 23, 2011

Aftermath Fiasco

Simple enough, very straight forward…. it’s a no brainer
We conspired to break our lust out of its stifling container
Your derogatory ways
 Persuaded my body into a purgatorious daze
So the day finally came… literally
 I finally realized an epiphany
When the soundtrack of our lust played vividly
Your sweat beads glisten all glittery
 But then the water balloon bust wide open
Word got around about our touching and groping
But our neatly laid plans made months in advance
Very meticulously…never in an avalanche
Were broken like a lightning struck branch
I was shocked out of my lust filled trance
Fuck, I might not get a second chance
But it’s the aftermath, the happenings afterwards
That leave me ass backwards, wanting to recalibrate my words
Now the Well is poisoned too many chemicals and whispers
Nosy neighbors and their sisters…. I wish they all break out in blisters….

Friday, July 15, 2011


Feelings are simple things with simple needs, very similar to plants or flowers
It takes time and patience to grow them but some instances, they sprang up from nowhere
And sometimes even with your best effort they don’t grow at all
But in most circumstances if you nurture and feed them
With the right blend of timing and attention feelings will grow
And sprout long tentacles that envelope your thought process
They can grow so heavy that they lean on your cerebral cortex
Making you believe things you once thought was impossible
Feelings don’t care who feeds them, they don’t care who nurtures them either
They do their own thing with no rhyme or reason
Unlike flowers or plants that come with instructions, feelings don’t come with any directions
And even if they did come with a manual that you read carefully from front to back
There’s still a good chance that those feelings can betray you like a loyal pet
Feelings can spurn, manipulate or soothe you
 Depending on the person they decide to permeate
Similar to a rose, feelings can be beautiful but with thorns that prick when they decide to leave you
Feelings don’t care about wrong or right, they just grow wherever they see fit
And if you’re lucky enough, they will grow for somebody worth loving

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Erase Me

Release me from your thoughts, slowly rewind me out of your life
I’d gladly cover all costs… I’m only asking that you do what’s right
Eradicate my trace and burn me from your memory
Forget the outline of my face, think of me as a bitter enemy
Whenever we’re together; my heart beats in lullabies
We transcend into a single sphere then morph into butterflies
And together we shed our fears… promising each other just one more try
Then rose petals descend like rain, critiques of your shortcomings
Begin to wane….
I forget all your past transgressions, and once again you’re my ball and chain
This is why you must erase me
And have no repentance on my existence
Even pretend that you hate me…. make eternal banishment my sentence
Please unravel our entangled heart strings, reduce the radar on your love’s wide range
I know this all sounds quite strange….. But erase me
Just find another to replace me.

We Share

Let’s strategize and divide him
Get the hard stuff out the way
Let’s not scrutinize or chide him
We need to figure out our days…
You can have his heart
And I’ll control his soul
You’re getting his most vulnerable part
 But at least his soul, I can still mold
His eyes remain with me
And I’ll begrudgingly give you his lips
We’ll invite you over for tea
.... I’ll look away when you give him a kiss
You can have his chest
And I will take his shoulders
We’ll quarrel over his flesh
Because his skin feels like butter when smoldered
Since I have his soul, it’s only right that I keep his mind
You might think I am cold, but you get his face
And the nigga is fine
I don’t care about his outer
You can actually have all his physical features
Because his personality screams louder
Than a blown out house party speaker
They say that women are catty
And can never agree on a plan
But us two women are a bit batty and
Happen to love the same exact man
I won’t hold that against you
And I hope that you won’t either
Our feelings are placed in full view
And our man is the special guest speaker
We are just his zombies and we follow his every command
He's standing right beside me and you have his other hand.

Quit You (incomplete)

I really wish I knew how to quit you
You’re like gum on the bottom of my shoe
If you sneezed I’d bless you
And let your sneeze blow through the breeze
And wound up at the Zoo
Where the animals lounge
Keeping their love locked down
Like me and you
You’re way worse than a bad habit
Your  manly parts are a curse
That cause mad damage
The way I’m feeling is disgusting
But this young man has me lusting
Because my guts he’s consistently busting
Like a bubble
He’s three steps past trouble
He clears my whole area out with his a shovel