Wednesday, June 28, 2006
The Timings Not RIght
Lonely nights begging you to be here
Longing for you to tell me you love me
Occasionally having one-way conversations about you with self
Yearning for your tender touch and loving smile
Devastated because the timing's not right.
It's never right. Ten years of mememories
Ten years of 'not now.' Ten years of 'i love you'
Ten years and.....the timing's not right
Seems like life just keeps forcing us apart
Together forever seems reserved for fairy tales
Either I'm the one for you or I'm not
Pleading for you to tell me that I am
Hoping that you will recipricate my love
Even though it's been ten years of 'not now'
Never seems to be what you really mean.
It's never right. Ten years of mememories
Ten years of 'not now.' Ten years of 'i love you'
Ten years and.....the timing's not right
Somehow you've managed to penetrate my soul
Abolish all the fears I held within
Binded every doubt that's ever possessed me
Inside is where I need you to feel me
No man has ever or will ever affected so.
Obviously that doesn't matter because you keep saying
The timing's not right.
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Monday, April 24, 2006
SaveThe tears are flowing throughout my body.
The salty water seeps into my mouth because I refuse to wipe them away.
Something seems caught in my throat and I struggle to breath.
Something else seems to be covering my mouth and nose.
I feel smothered.
Suffocated.
I am dying on the inside.
I have nowhere to turn,
no one to talk to,
nothing.
I can't seem to get my life together.
School is pulling me.
Work is pushing me.
My family is supporting, but I don't know if they understand.
My friends dont get it.
Hell, I don't get it.
I am dying on the inside.
I feel smothered.
The tears are flowing throughout my body.
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Monday, February 13, 2006
Sister PainsMy heart is aching
aching because of the pain you are causing
causing me to contemplate our friendship
a friendship that is supposed to last a lifetime
a lifetime of memories that are just going down the drain
draining me of all happiness
happiness that I used to share with you
you of all people should understand
understand that i am going through something
something that you seem to totally disregard
disregard how i am feeling to appease another
another moment of these sister pains and i will have no choice to walk away
walk away from the love, the memories,
walk away from you
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Thursday, January 12, 2006
Second Time AroundI used to be his everything: his hunny, his best friend, his Miss Pretty Lady.
My world revolved around him: his smile, his arms, his touch.
It was all about us: our plans, our happiness, our 'us.'
Him, Me, Together, Forever.
Then something went terribly wrong: the lies, the cheating, the broken hearts.
We tried to forgive: for the hoe, for the athlete, for youth.
It was about me. It was about him. No us. No our.
Him? Me? Together? Never.
Now we're starting over: laughing, dating, conversing.
We listen intently to these new people: his stories, her philosophies, their hearts.
We try to decifer where this is going: games, love, keeps?
Him? Me? Together? Forever?
Somehow, times have changed: a lifetime of growth, an era of honesty, an eternity of
us.
We compliment each other: his sun to my moon, my yin to his yang, my pink to
his green.
It is all about us: our communication, our loyalty, our us.
USTOGETHERFOREVER
For seconds
For keeps
For love
For us.
Originally Sept. 21, 2005
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Wasted Time
I remember first shyly averting his eyes
Afraid to be pulled into the lies
I tried to play the role of a tease
But he glided into my heart with ease
My body fought him for two long years
Then he brought my soul to tears
The effect he had on me seemed unreal
There was nothing left to conceal
I let him explore every part of me
Sending my mind and body into ectasy
His body my temporary fix
All because I fell for his tricks
I'm trying desperately to let go
But my body keeps screaming no
I wish I could get back that wasted time
I guess thats what happens when dealing with slime
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Monday, December 12, 2005
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Beautiful black people, my people your people our people God's people
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Backwards
I keep going back,
back to his arms, to his chest, to his presence.
I keep going back, pretending to be loved, to be wanted, to be his.
I keep letting him into my heart, my mind, my body.
I keep letting him poke me, leave me, hurt me.
I don't understand what it is that keeps me going back.
Yes, there is stimulating conversation;
Yes, there are loads of excitement;
Yes, the sex is incredible, supersexual.
But are these things enough to keep me by his side?
By his side though he doesn't give a damn?
By his side though he is merely using me?
By his side though he calls her his woman?
Of course not, but I keep going back
Back to his presence, his embrace, his bed.
I keep letting him stimulate my mind, arouse my body, and leave me empty.
All just to complain, to cry, to go back.
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Saturday, November 19, 2005
Imjustiredim just tired
leave me alone
let me be
go away
NOW
no i dont have an answer
yes i have a attitude
maybe we will talk about it later
just go
ASAP
im just tired
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Monday, November 14, 2005
HeIntrigued my mind, piqued my curiousity, exalted my intelligence and had my heart
Caressed my back, massaged my temple and had my heart
Kissed my lip, licked my earlobes, tasted my sweetness and had my heart
Discredited my opinion, weakened my self-esteem, thinned my hair, and had my heart.
Captivated me Weakened me Deceived me Broke me and He
He
Left
Me
And he
Still has my heart
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