Month: October 2013

Lost in transition

Lost in transition as if my thoughts were transcending ,
They seem to be reminiscing about this one in particular
I can’t help remembering.
This phase or shall I clarify maze
Imbedded on the tip toes of my face.
So inversely related but opposites attracted and now I’m here to finish this race.
Your intellect arouses my curiosity as I find myself intoxicated by your lips.
I revel in your laughter, your wit, your energy, you rarely need a chair to sit.
And I believe this is meant.
I believe your here to prepare me for you.
I’ll be properly introduce to what being complete looks like without any what ifs, buts or who’s.
No questions will break us down like division, we solidify sums.
And as time propel us onward, I will eventually move up to be your one.
So I shall wait patiently for that day to come.


And his substance became subdued.
I was essentially his too good to be true summer hues.
Now I’m left with these thousand and one articulated questions,
And wondering if I will lose.
These Robin hooks are cremated on bowing arrows,
As I hang off of your words like a peaks willow.
Your smile was ever so encouragingly,
that my best gestures were aligned with your soft lipped battered pillows.
Im ashamed, humiliated, captivated, and feel reiterated at the same time.
No song lyric in the world could describe how I ignored my presence of self for you.
I didn’t know what your meaning of love was,
And im now aware that I wasn’t that bright moon you solidified us of.

In a matter of time

In a matter of time,
In all that I do know
Is that you called my bluff.
I just carry enough,
to cover up what I want.
And that want is you.
I miss our can’t live without
you kisses
And the joy in my stomachic bottom pit that left my heart open.
What if you can see my soul needing you by looking into my eyes?
Even so, I’ll always want my eyes to be beautiful for you.
I love you so damn much,
You have finally brought me to my knees.

Yesterday I knew

Yesterday I realized I am in debited to you…
The realization of what true love feels like left this residue.
And since I was afraid, I didn’t know how severe this has struck me.
Now I’m left gazing at this moon seeing our memories we ensued.
As I ponder on how I can get past this during each passing day, somehow my eyes water on this pillow as my heart aches every single night.
I contemplated over a million ways for your arms to find its way back to holding me tight.
Then I realized we might can’t be saved.
So ill die until you revive me back into the light.
I hate that I made this into a mess, it’s all my fault.
I swear I wish I knew what I was doing before throwing salt.
I always believed those cliches were myths,
Until I knew… knew that our heart beat the same time we knew our thoughts.

In today’s news….

I’m just his weekly news,
That he preaches to,
Knowing a new top story was on its way,
You gave my heart no substance, just a ‘we’re going to a break’ cue.
What an illusion.
Some would say its the part where the weatherman was always wrong.
It rained today while your presence still causes my smiles.
Yet and still,
I must not meet your standards.
The puppet in me has geppettoed,
as if were watching sesame street instead of the 10:00 news.
I feel molded.
The illustration is beautified but perpetually disastrous in every way.
This insanely needs reprimanded,
like a government shutdown.
You have set this trap designed especially for me,
and I took the fall and you just left me be.
This muthafucker doesn’t have any love for me.

This news report has discernment written all over it.
The dew point of this fog is overcast, so why do we bring sand to the beach?
As you present your wry comments like a leech,
I’m left with the malfunction of this teleprompter.
And as I take an elongated sigh to the moon,
I realize this segment will soon be obsolete to you,
as I am stuck on the memory of our tragedy as being past breaking news.