I’m Done Loving You From Afar

I hope you read this, and I hope you understand. I can’t live my life on maybes and has-beens. I’ve worked so hard to earn this solid ground, and I won’t let you take me back down.

And I sincerely hope my silence has already betrayed me.

All thinking is relevant.


 

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Saved Or Not – A Short Story

He sat on his perch, the rays caressing his face. She walked past, looking at his neck and the back of his head, dark brown hair cascading down. He was oblivious to her passing him.

They were being watched.

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The Lover Viruses

Love. That overly used word yet overly underused emotion. We all hate to admit it but love does happen. In more ways than one.

Everyone dreads being the recipient of a virus, but there’s no harm in studying them, right? So, let us highlight the different types of ‘viruses’ that might have or will soon infect your human CPU over the course of time.

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Open Instincts

Open;
dewy bud,
petals fragrant,
thorns soft, friendly.

Open;
claws retracted,
growl turned to purr
teeth harmless.

Open;
rusty with oblivion,
chamber unloaded,
bullet; Cupid’s arrow.

Open;
frown upside-down
mood; post-coital,
heartache free to enter.

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High Love

I was feeling kinda down and as usual I spoke to her to uplift me with her voice. Suddenly we started talking about how I feel when  she calls me and I realized I actually felt sorta high and like my Pastor would say, something in me just felt like writing this. Pardon me if it's not comprehensive.... 

 

Let me be
Your coke.
Breathe me
Into your system.
Let me course through
Your veins
And leave you…
Happy.

Let me be your
Weed.
Draw me into your
Very soul
Let me fill your
Head and heart,
Blur the edges of
Your pain.

I am your
Contraband.
Use me
Anyway you want;
Behind closed doors,
In soft-lit rooms,
With happy-music playing.
Take me into you.

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POEM: Love Lost II

My skin crawls

my face falls

my heart shrinks;

You’re at it again.

 

Your voice unheard

your tales unread

the laughs unshared;

You’re at it again.

 

Shame floods my being

darkness veils my world

doubts storm my heart;

You’re at it again.

 

I beg and haggle

coax and seduce;

How could you

be at it again?!

 

The eyes have bled,

the heart has cried,

the soul has echoed…

Enough.

 

I am allergic to your sorry.

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[POEM] All I Wanted Was To Talk

Wandering alone one night,
Having lost a casual friend.
I walked into a strange new place,
Waiting for the night to end.

Was looking for a little chat,
For one to pass the time.
Escaping real world sameness,
Not knowing who I’d find.
My heart was on a different path,
One unknown to me.
Wrapped up tight inside my soul,
Needing love quite differently.
I wasn’t really seeing,
The other people there.
This wasn’t where I’d look,
To find someone to care.
I was looking for distraction,
To play the flirting game.
It was then that she kissed on me,
Nothing spoken and no name.
Now I’ve been kissed before,
By women wanting passion.
I would not call it sharing though,
Most lacking real compassion.
I thanked her then most openly,
For sharing something sweet.
Her quick reply changed the game,
My heart did skip a beat.
All I wanted was to talk,
Though my heart was needing more.
The loving that we shared from there,
Was like none I’d had before.
She sent me pretty pictures,
Her writing, and her scent.
I’ve never felt so filled,
With comfort and content.
We both were very married,
Attached to other lives.
Yet we longed for each other,
Where what’s missing came alive.
She’s not some hot replacement,
For the sharing that I’ve missed.
She’s my lonely lover,
Wanting held and softly kissed.
So very many times,
I reach out for the phone.
To tell her that I love her,
Not wanting her alone.
This passion that’s inside of me,
Makes me crazy for her touch.
How could one small kiss,
Consume me all this much?
I’m not given to take lightly,
The passions in my heart.
I want this woman near to me,
I never want to part.
My head spins with thoughts of her,
Makes it difficult to think.
Her scent engulfs my senses,
She’s my thirst…she’s my drink.
Together we make new colors,
Words cannot describe.
The pressures of our worlds,
That try to wipe aside.
Our colors red, white, blue, indigo will prevail,
Held in cracks and in creases.
She makes me feel complete – exploded,
In a million little pieces.

 

Dedicated To Shelle Asante @Yaa_Mama