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Painted upon her empty canvas Used me to get her advances. I was lost she made me feel found She was distressed but I made her sound. We were going through the motions But I guess I’ll toss my love to the ocean: Ancestors, ancestors hear my plea Please send a woman who’ll love me.
Trapped in a bubble “protected.”My own fears are leaving me neglected.Why do these walls come up once the emotions come out?What am I afraid of?I’m alone.Not because there is no desire for my company.But because company can break my heart.Abandon me.Love me one day and ridicule me the next.I want love just as much as… Continue reading SAFETY NET
Clawed hands grasp at the ceiling. Why are the hands here? What does it mean? Death’s claws? I know what makes that image. I know there is a flower on the other end shining in the light. I know what created this image, so why all this fright? It was fear. I was told that… Continue reading Paradigm Shift
If I could give you something priceless for Christmas it would be to hold yourself the way you want a woman to hold you. And be good to yourself that way. To tell yourself all the things you want to hear from a woman. For those voices be your new voice. Your mom’s All the… Continue reading The Lost Man
Photo by Fillipe Gomes on Pexels.com Life is short but the journey to happiness seems never ending. You take ten steps forward just to take ten back. Starting back at zero, wondering if there is anywhere left for you to go. Should you start over again or let it be whatever it’s going to be? You say… Continue reading If You Left
His love is unconditional. His love is deep. His love is red. Your love is younger for older. The darker the berry the sweeter the juice. The prettier the woman the easier to misuse . You are the buckle that holds my body into safety. Flexible with my movement but could snap my neck in… Continue reading His Love
I am black and that can never be b l a c k e d o u t. I know my skin and my voice is to be hated among many. But my lips and the way I move my hips as I dance to the Africa sun in my soul is to be bought… Continue reading Blacked Out
Call this a song, a poem. Just be sure to put love in front. You’ve been with me through all my different hairstyles I still remember when I made sure to wear mascara whenever we were together Then I stopped You didn’t notice the difference Thirteen years later and I’m so thankful that smile is… Continue reading Love, the verb
Hey Everyone! It's been awhile since I've given you a look into one of my poems from my book The Diary of She - Vol. II. Today's poem is entitled Writings On The Wall. I wrote this during a time when I was weak and willing to deal with almost anything to keep the person… Continue reading TSS – “Writings On The Wall”
I met a girl once who seemed so sad, almost inconsolable. We sat down for coffee because I had nothing to do and the "hurt" woman in me wanted to comfort her and somehow find a way to comfort myself. We talked about life, shared a few laughs and then we got on the topic… Continue reading Love & Eye by Vontress Renae’
