So, I haven't been writing a lot lately and I am surely challenging myself to do better. SO, here you go. A dump of my poem archives.
I'm so over this shit
How these mofos will have you sick
Bending over backwards just so you can fit
While they constantly change the mold
Constantly changing the toll
Grabbing more from my bared soul
I just want relationship goals
To be close in my time of need
To love on you while you love on me
I want to watch you grow
To have your back when shit get low
I need the same though
To not feel neglected while I feel pain
To feel encouraged when I'm weak
To feel like you proud of me
No looks of disdain
I am uncomfortable
With the transitions we've had,
This path, your choices, &
Being friends with poison
You are unapproachable
Like logs set ablaze
Burned bright thru our phase
I couldn't reason with your ego
Now its time to let go
Walk our truths
You loved me and I loved you
Its just that
No more energy
About Over This
So, this poem is over 3 years old. I wrote this after my last two break ups with partners I had lived with and spent a good two years with. Through all the shit we went through together, I realized that I gave more | and expected different outcomes | than what my partners-at-the-time gave me. This is my poem sealing that chapter of my life and moving on from the pain I felt in either of these relationships.
A spell of some kind
So strong it brings you happiness
Then destroys that foundation with pain
Slowly seeping into your core
It's chaotically packaged
yo Dude! Don't double hit
Breathe out before you inhale again
I'm telling you this ain't shit you'd hit like a blunt
The backlash can be worse than the ride
Only those who were meant to see collide
Just tryin to warn you
Taking this means
U lose sleep over this itch you barely scratch, baby
This shit will have you on your back
Falling back into old patterns and hating your own face
wish I could go back to where I was
Spell written in old blood not so easily broken
Only time can make its effects fade
I know you've seen it before, on the face of a lover
I'm sure you've tasted it in your mamas cooking
I know you heard it before, while they said their vows
N I've smelt it before, in the musk of a naked dance
Once we've had it, we will always chase it.
About Love Addict
Love to me has felt a lot like a drug and I've been addicted to overdosing. This cycle of overdose, detox, dramatic seduction back into my life and then history repeats. I find that life keeps bringing me new love to pique my interest then to only pull it away and pop my hands.
Death in an Hourglass
This will be a morbid READING
Dark and filled with TRUTH
Cause when I think of DEATH
I think of the FLESH
When it's removed, it reveals the similarities between me and you
Also, when it's removed, it will most certainly cause your DEATH
You can fight,
You can pray,
You can be at your prime,
But when DEATH is at your door
See, TRUTH is we are all one
When we fail to uplift and be, we leave ourselves open to the pain
Of forgetting a legacy left by those before you
We ARE THE FUTURE!
But we are nothing without our past.
Some of us are remembering what's forgotten.
But we already failed the boy who cried wolf
We no longer respond the same
You could scream, "This isn't fair!"
You could try to find a cure
You could sit in seldom despair,
As long as you vigilantly stay aware.
That when DEATH is at your door
Just know it's time.
Since we will die and some will be reborn again
Once the hourglass flips in a cycle
I think we are destined to repeat
Unfortunately, I regret to inform you that…
About Death in an Hourglass
I found this picture on twitter and someone challenged poets to write based on what they saw. When I saw this image, I immediately noticed the people being turned to dust and how all of the folx in the glass were young. Felt like it was saying something about how short life is. How fleeting it can be when you are young and careless with your health, faith, etc.
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Peace & Blessing Family, Annia.