If all I can do is write, then that’s the only thing I can do right. I’ll share my thoughts with you, my piece, I’ll love to know what my readers think.
Hanging the last piece of the Christmas bell
What do I want for Christmas?; I asked myself.
Maybe a sponge cake with whipped cream and cheese.?
Maybe a vacation for two to the Caribbean?
‘You should write to Santa’; tiny whisper from the good angel.
I really don’t know what I want for Christmas,
although I want happiness, perfection and not to forget a love that would always last.
Santa this year I’m missing out from the fun part;
my soul occupied a body with no heart.
Days smell like summer; my night winter.
I’m a miss with no mister.
I want someone I could try new recipes with.
Play the game fair and keep the sheets neat.
Santa I’ve been romancing the mistletoe with the scents of my cologne!
The leaves on my skin; wind on my hair; I can call them my own.
I just need a love that would always feel like summer.
Hey Santa I decorated the chimney,
grand entrance for you and Him.
He shouldn’t have any specific quality at all;
well… A smile to make me fall.
Yes, I didn’t forget your milk and cookies.
I dropped two glasses; one for you and one for my Ruby.
“ I bow with my knees kissing the welcome note at your door step
They think I’m crazy, but they don’t know you’re all I have.
You can try a thousand times to read me
but all you’ll learn about me is that I’m nothing but molecules and dust
I tried so hard to shield my heart from those trying to break it.
Making your heart my heart’s fortress
Hoping every man I find would lift some weight off my soul.
I’m 18 dressed in the ways of a woman of 31
I’m not a living sculpture of Michelangelo’s work
Yes I’ve got beauty, yes I’ve got curves
Maybe that’s something that got into my head just a little
You tell me I’ve got mental retardation when I go any length;
but like the analysis of variance; you know me within and between
You know I can’t stop myself from falling.
You know I’ve shared moments with pain as an acquaintance.
You know every cell and vein in me will fight for it’s perseverance.
We see life like a controversy of who could remain the purest,
I signed up for the contest but choose to be the messiest.
If I wake up to a note at my bedside tomorrow with the most commonly used word in my vocabulary,
You can guess what it is; ‘I’m sorry’
I’ve learnt that Fidelity is not of the flesh, but of the heart, mind, and soul.
I’ve been hurt, I mean really hurt, but I can’t help but make excuses for those who treat me with abhorent distastes.
I’m sorry; once again I apologize
Believing it was my actions and words that provoked such anger and response;
I beg for forgiveness
For as summer dances from flower to flower
My lips would be locked with the sound of my heart begging for forgiveness;
Despite the interlocking holes of anxiety and excitement in my stomach. ”
Artwork: IG- risfloat
Define poetry; he said…
“Without me words would have no meaning.
You’ll be deep beneath your thoughts thinking.
I’ll tell you black is a skin tone
I give you comfort, but pull you out of your comfort zone
I can be deeply penetrated into your soul.
I’ll make you die while Breathing.
I’ll make you fall in love with someone not existing.
I’m defined by the things I’m not
I am me! I am Poetry!”
This is one of my favorite piece from Poetic_style