You guys already know what it is when there’s a poem post. My original post is not quite ready but I won’t leave you high and dry after my promise to you last week, so here’s a poem I penned in 2010. Enjoy. Trying to love If you are so increasingly clandestine How could you ever be truly be mine? Your heart has turned from red to black And …
A short prophetic poem empowering women to achieve their best.
This week’s read will take the form of poetry. It’s been a while since my last poem post. Although I am quite guarded with this version of my creative expression it’s the easiest to post and I’m challenging myself to share. So today I’ll share one from my past, enjoy. Inevitable Beloved Inflamed passion for rest possesses me Gripping tight in a wet nostalgic embrace Coughing out its disease upon …
Slowly the will to live disappears from her being
She’d rather die than appear a failure to her parents and peers
Till death do us part, let this love kill me!
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Anxiety. A feeling all too familiar. Inextricably linked to my ambitious nature. Always wanting to be, to do, to evolve and become. Somehow still trapped in the present presence of what still is and is not yet.