People don't make you fall in love, but their words do... (Literature)
Over and over I hear your voice, and want you more in each tone; in the back of my mind I envision us as one.. So close I literally shiver from the thought of your touch, but so far I refocus my mind to find that I'm here and yet still so far.. In to deep to look back, my heart weighs heavier in each empty moment that past... Praying for the day when our hearts would beat as one... I hope, not to become hopeless.
The pain I feel is unbearable, the hurt I feel is unshakable, outside I'm as solid as concrete, but the inside of me is shattering enough to shake the biggest country on earth.... Lost and hurt be one repair.... No fixing insight.
Our eyes met on a stormy and windy day, beautiful and mysterious as a black rose, she drew me in deeper, desperately curious I asked her name in exchange for mine, she smirked with such luscious lips that made you weak in the knees... The more she and I dug deeper into each others mental, our bodies began to get close, before we knew it an introduction chat led to later indulging in our own temples and releasing such sweet pent up juices....
I pray for Liberty & Equality for not just our nation, but our world and nations alike.
Progression not Regression.
R. I. P. Martin Luther King Jr.
The love he left on me I couldn't run away from.
Every free second was stolen by a thought of this love that was no more mine, yet hadn't been for a while.
My heart wide open, but my eyes closed tightly, I feel myself drifting further and further away from; but back to these sweet dreams.
There this feeling of peace and love I found in him; hiding underneath the crack perfectly placed on top of my heart.
Perception behind fog sight, yet visualized clear.
Perception of peace, yet road blocked by blind hatred.
Forgetful that we're all one, but jaded in a billion different directions.
Oblivious to the known, we all come in and rest the same...
No matter the appearance, our past, present & future begins and ends the same yet written by different authors.
Some may state unethically we're are completely different, in my eyes we're all the same, just with different writing utensils...
My mind clear.. my heart heavy & filled with gloomy clouds. Tears soaked in regret, yet a smirk of grace alludes my moist cheeks. Your lips once perfectly placed, sends my body into what was no more. How I made it this time so far gone into new uncharted territory of memories, once played out in my reality, I wake to realize.... I'm losing my sanity in a world of chaos of humanity. #TESTEDFAITH
It's crazy how simple people are sometimes, oblivious to what goes on around them and to self indulged to care about what's happening just outside their surroundings... It's sad to know and see that after years of progression, it takes minutes to diminish back into regression, so easy to forget our struggle as a unit, and not recognizing the divide, hurts not one person (s), not one race, not one culture, not one nation, but us as a whole, because truth be told if it's happening in your back yard unnoticed, it's happening around the world in the same fashion or 10x's worst then the last. Caring and recognizing doesn't cost.
Masking the pain doesn't erase the memories of what was, or had been. Forgetting, doesn't make it disappear into oblivion, or evaporate into thin air.
Placing it so far in the back of your brain doesn't help to cope, or obliterate the fact it happened, and may still be happening. To bottle up the pain to some may show a sign of weakness. But to the one that this pain inflicts, in reality makes them strong.
Strong enough to wake up and smile.
Strong enough to endure passive hate from the acquainted that are miss-led or lead a stray from anothers ill thought or motives.
Strong enough to simply reply with "I'm Okay".
Strong enough to just live, love, and laugh unconditionally.
Intrigued by a whisper, aroused by what was spoken softly, it tuned within deeply, the intense tingle below, and warm breaths against my soft goosebumps; I inhale the warming scents beading off the smooth silk like skin of this astounding stranger... He falls, I take him deep.. My.soul spreads; wider and wider. I feel the whisper, his warm embrace and soft spoken secret is safe with me...
Being you is a beautiful aspect of life, Why? Some will ask... Well in my eyes beauty is more than a word, or looks... It's truly a way of life, how you wake up and face each day, every breath, every glance, every crack, bump, and curve in the road. Lately it seems that our perception of something so pure and innocent has become something so cliche and semi mediocre. Forgetting the simplicity, of a handshake, or a smile, or even just a friendly hello; which if you think about it could set off a chain of beautiful forget-me-nots, could be.or lead to something so beautiful. Think about the the last thing that made you smile out of the blue, or simply that sunset from a few days ago, these are ...
Deeper and deeper my mind wonders... Into a place that is Beautiful and Black although most may think it is a deep an depressing place, my subconscious proves otherwise. Black the color, the definition, the contrast, the expression, the power of such a dull an at sometimes unexplainable, yet inexplicable foundation to something or someone higher than ones self. Black the peace of the sky at midnight, the deepest part of an unexplored soul, the pupils of the most invigorated yet lusted upon love of another, covered in deep dark untouched chocolate never tasted by anyone nor anything. Black some may say it to label or express a single thing, but in my mind MY BLACK IS PURE, MYSTERIOUS...
As I reflect on a reflection of what use to be, I see a glimpse of evolution. Scared of what used to be, terrified of what will. Optimistic behind bifocals, yet zoomed in like a magnificent magnified glass, EVERYTHING focused, lead by faith, I look towards the clouds... In between gloomy disparity, I find peace in ingenuity, a smile of shine, sprinkled with prosperity. I am her, I am she, I am WE.