Between Us

That distance between us

Miniscule, but relevant 

That distance between us

Now immense, but pointless

My thoughts still touch yours

Constantly kissing and flirting with your mind

Questions as to what we could be 

Or should be never cease to invade me 

Never spoken, never touched, but it's there 

In your eyes and mine

One day I'll show you, it's just a matter of time

Unknown

Creole is the name that bred me. 

My skin, a golden tint left out in the sun just enough to shimmer.

Hair full and curly.

My Body, blessed with the curves of an african goddess 

Slim as my Native mother. 

So little it takes to describe me, yet so much.

What are you? Where are you from?

Do these questions really matter?

I am one of 7 daughters from my mother and father.

This answer never ceases to displease the ponderer.

So I leave you with this, I am a mix of many things 

But to settle your mine you may call me Creole.

But I call myself Human. 

Last time

I was naked inside of you.

Bare skin. Bare bones.

Body rested upon yours.

I was naked inside you.

Not true. Not real.

I wanted you to make it tangible for me

Told you to, "come see what I see"

But today I let you go.

No worries. No stress. 

You're still here, but I let you go.

I have accepted the reality which is real.

Not the one I believed.

That is why today I let you go, even though you're here.

One day, maybe, maybe not, I won't have to let you go again.

But as of today, I let you go. 

The end.

Afraid To Look

Missed-connection.

Intentional or fate?

Couldn't look in your eyes.

Never stared long at your face.

Fear of what might be there might have been the case

Looked down, hid it. 

The shame in this life we live cannot be explained.

But we only get one. Embrace it's desires.

They are here for a reason, let me share them with you.

We desire to live don't we ? If not then we are dead.

"words I cannot say"

I read your words, watched your face,

sat by your side, and felt it.

Did you? So close. So distant.

Not fair. 

Life that is, not you.

Next time I wont say a thing.

You'll know it all.

Next time.

We'll touch. So close.

Next time. 

You'll feel it to. 

Language

Language goes beyond our voices. It is a beautifully woven package guided by our desires. 

Language speaks through his eyes into my soul. 

It narrates my thoughts and guides my breath.

That glimmer on the corners of my cheeks is language.

Im begging him to put that smirk back on my mouth. 

Language flirts with my dreams.

Leading them where it wants.

Language, I ask one thing of you 

Wake me up from this fantasy,

But please be there when dreams are gone.

 

Today

Today it rained, yes outside, but inside to.

Woke up as the sun rose, though it was hardly noticeable.

Tried to go back to sleep but was in too much pain. 

Couldn't move my body without the feeling of a thousand daggers in my stomach.

Gotta get up though. Put my mind to the test. Say goodbye. To expectations.To stress.

Watched you look at me. Wish what I saw was what it was. 

You, me, together forever.

The end. 

Love Widow

Widow 

A love widow said she'd been burned

I asked her when and she told me she didn't know 

A love widow wiped her tears with my cloth

I wondered why she cried, but she couldn't remember

A love widow ran away from everyone in her life 

When I asked her the reason, she couldn't hear me 

A love widow shattered my mirror to glass 

When I looked in her face, I could no longer make it out 

A love widow begged me for forgiveness

when I told her yes, she had already left 

A love widow wrote me a letter 

when i read the end, she told me who wrote it 

A love widow died

When I found this out I died with her 

A sad story

One most never forget where they are from and what they've endured. My life is my wound which will never heal but I will tend to it until my last breath. 

-My first memory of life will never fade 

- I detest this fact and yet I am obsessed with it

- My heart has never fully opened to anyone on earth  

- I am afraid it never will

- I wish someone could feel the lack of meaning inside of me

- Maybe then I could experience life

- But to all who wish to know what's in my head...

- I wish to separate myself from your thoughts and my own   

- The story of my life

      - Can never be told