#poets

When sisterhood are homes…

Dreaming of a home that was through a true friendship

A sisterhood

A safe place

Where you can be real with yourself,

To each other.

Judging each other character flaws

The ugly truths expose.

It’s cool because no one is perfect

And you know this friend wouldn’t dare use you in vain.

Their words are important to you

So you gently listen to them

Correcting them for the intent for them to grow

Never diminishing.

A true home where you know they are there walking beside you through it all.

A forgiving home.

A place where apologies is like the ocean.

Full of fluidity and energy behind our sorry’s,

Because we genuinely mean it and recognize when we have hurt each other.

A home where you are supported.

You are watered here like a flower because true love would never dare hurt you.

A friendship that’ll last not because you have common interest, but your soul recognize theirs.

Then I woke up.

I look around and I see selfish self intended love…

Friends who only hit you up when they need something,

Friends who can’t keep their word,

Friends who don’t support you when you need it the most,

Sisters who only care about their self.

I walk around and see friends that don’t talk for years and a honest conversation could mend their brokenness.

I saw greed that broke friendships apart realizing how money is truly the root that was dug up and a sisterhood bond turning brown ready to die.

I saw through space and time a beautiful home being broken apart because they have changed in a way where they don’t recognize each other any more…

I feel the loneliness and sorrow of friends being tore apart,

The ones you need you don’t have anymore.

They say it gets better with time, they say just forget about them,

But when you lose a friend that feels like home,

Nothing is a win.

Living on and trusting the universe it happened for a reason,

Hoping your days will get better.

For now the homelessness feels bitterness towards them,

How dare them you say.

The betrayal feels so real.

But the part we all forget is…

Did you see why they feel the way they do?

Did you receive a different perspective?

Did you let the water run dry when you could have led them to a river?

Was sorry too hard for you to say because you don’t like to realize your own wrongdoing?

Whether I was dreaming or whether I am awake nothing feels more painful than losing a home you thought was build on solid ground.

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The cause and effect.

Oh how did I forget to put the honey on the womb that was the atonement to your aliveness? Your spliced solace 

Combined like terms

And you get I.

With you it was a mistake gone right.

A cold case found 

A rebound

Rebooting the hard drive we thought it was the sound.

It was.

Our truths not told so it was heard in third parties,

Lowly is the man who has nobody.

Friends forever broken down,

passion ignited was the beginning of the end to a union that was suppose to last forever.

Our forever was momentarily infinite.

Parasites to the mental capacity to see beyond our way of thinking left us like this.

 Creative mind ceased,

Yet the memory keeps the juices flowing.

Finding love in a hopeless place put me in a position to be truly loved.

To know what it felt like.

Life ain’t so easy as they say 

And situations ain’t so stationary as envoys 

I was employed

To invite you to a branch of lighthearted comfort and familiarity.

You served as an editor of what Self worth meant to me,

I see the God in me,

All thanks to you.

Appreciation is an understatement 

I appreciate this current present.

To love and be loved so perfectly aligned 

I never could of dream of such sweetness.

The cause and effect. 

Going through the dark to see the light.

You made it all possible.

I thank you for your wisdom.

Reflections

Ever tried seeing their soul Instead of their mistakes Evert tried listening to their voice Instead of their stories Every shout of anger attack Every cry at night they had Every moment they tried to laugh But failed after a thousand attempt crap It’s a reflection of their deep soul A reflection of every word […]

https://mysteriousromanticism1.wordpress.com/2016/01/02/reflections/

I’m afraid.

I’m afraid you took my ability to continue on with life,
Memories consume displaced thoughts so I’m not able to imagine anything.
When looking up at the moon I think of the lunar stages you put me through.
I hop on my bike and I realize you made me free on this journey we have taken.
My stomach drop when I think I saw your shadow somewhere.
Meanwhile you painfully let me go, untied your shoe strings, and removed yourself anywhere I could possibly see you.
Words are words but words are only describing what words we use. Your words full of alchemy. My words full of ambiguity. Opposites attracted. I thought you felt my sense of loneliness simultaneously when I felt your need for security. I wish you never left me. My consequences for my inaction to be naked with you is that I’ll forever feel demeaned by the choice I’ve made. I just need a hug from you,
Something to sustain the fact that you did love me.

:: hanging on your words

I see these endless possibilities,
yet I have dedicated my life to giving you unconditional second chances.

And I was confident in staying in my place because you have taught me well.

Your ambiguous love had no specific meaning.

Your common speech held common ground.

Unfortunately your commas between your common words never held any sound.

You’re desired to be my completed thought but you didn’t believe in punctuation.

So your sophistication was just infiltration.

And I’m still hanging on to every word you used for me.

The light.

Do you see the light?
Because I know the feeling of lost.
We can see what is prevalent
today, but it won’t necessarily be for tomorrow.

I saw the light.
Today I found out it’s ok to let go.
No matter how much it hurts.
No matter how much it inspired you.
Because If it hurts you so bad, why hold onto the illusion of
something that poses as the light?

Today, I found the freedom of freeing myself of that hurt.
Knowing I can move on seeing the mistakes I’ve made,
knowing I might never make it back to your heart,
I said to myself, it’s ok.
God is love and it will be what it will be.

I am the light.
You saw it, but you unfairly didn’t parallel it to a unconditional sight.
I didn’t know your love was conditional.
You said we will have issues, we will get scared, so why didn’t you stay when you knew one day we were gonna be there?
So the light moved me on.
Your the reason but you were a season.

I saw the light,
It’s in me.
Tomorrow is a new day.
And yesterday was a day you remain to stay there.
Today I realized I am the light.
Someone else saw it in me too.