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Dwelt In Possibility

"She wanted something to happen- something, anything: she did not know what." 
    --Kate Chopin

Yes, I wanted something to happen
I wanted him to love me, 
to even notice me, 
but he sped through Life
as if I was a dead girl walking.

To him, I was nothing.
To me, he was everything.
To me, he was Life and Breath
He was Water and Nourishment
He was Spirit and Soul
He was my all, 
though I scarcely knew him.

I knew him not, 
But I knew I loved him.
I knew Love well enough to know it came to me continuously
Like a cat in need of attention.

But he knew not Love, 
For he shunned me. 
He shunned me like the moon shuns the sun.
We met no more, 
Nor did I see him anywhere.

Nor did it matter anymore.
He left me
I wanted something to happen...
anything to happen...
But nothing ever did.

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A Night In the City

City nights, Star-less skies
Sprinkles wet, raindrop mist
brushes my arms, my face
tickling my toes with dew.
I hear the drops hit earth,
and, lo, I think of you.

Streetlight-brightened road
Mid-city, train horn.
A dog barks now, then.
Light pitter-patter
of the small shower.

Sky of strange hue:
purplish-blue.
Leaves burdened down,
trees dripping drops.

Porch-light here,
Streetlight there.
Rain descending.

Car drives
slowly.

POW!

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Death and Decay

lying on the dirt floor
twisting and turning in my sleep,
i hear a moan and one last sigh, 
and then a lady starts to weep.

i try to wake up from this terrible dream,
and the dangers that face me.
but as i blink i notice one thing,
my dream is reality.

i look up at my mother,
a strong and kind woman,
and ask her what has happened
because to me, it looks like a bad omen.

although i know what has happened
I'm not afraid nor do i cry
i stand there strongly beside my mother
my stomach growling and my throat dry.

a few more moons pass me by
until i feel famished and weak
and i noticed one thing,
I've not eaten in a week.

i walk down to a pond
and saw me staring at me.
and as i look down at my body
i say " that's a sight i dont wanna see."

i make my way back to the tent
there's only a few people left alive.
and with these harsh conditions.....
no one will survive.

one falls after the other
starved and all worn out
and last my mother falls
and it's to God that i shout.

"Why did you take her?"
"Please dont leave me here alone"
and at that very moment
my spirit and body were gone.

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Together For.....Ever?

me and you
we've been friends
even something more
but are we something less?

we were together
but what happened?
you said 
 
 "2 lovers
+2 gether
      =
 4 ever"

but now we're through.

were we meant to be together forever
or did you question the fact
if you loved me or not.

together for.....ever?
but forever never comes
to some who dont believe.

together for.....ever?
baby we didnt last three months
and now you say we'll last forever
but will you grasp to me
as i have done to you?

will you hold me?
will you always be there?
will you love me for me?
or just for what i got?

if you love me for material things...
then i have nothing for you.
for my love is for the one that 
truly loves me
and we will be
together for.....ever?

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A Broken Family With a Broken Heart

I'm here... 
wishing I had you in my life...
again.

You were my father...
my daddy....
the one I looked up to.

But you lost my respect...
that day....
the day you left....
to never return.

Divorce...
I never knew the term
when I was a littl'un,
but it had become my life.
I was living it... and didn't know it.

My parents... divorced.
When you left, 
my family was torn apart.
Anger filled all our hearts...
and you caused it.

You broke my heart.
I loved you.
I trusted you.
I was the only one of your four children
that respected you...
even after you left...

But after six years
with no father-figure, 
I've grown into a bitter-hearted man.

Living life with a broken heart.

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Queen Victoria

The sea's mist
spray my face.
The feeling of joy...
never cease to amaze me.
So let's go out 
to see the world.
I wanna see you smile...
a sight I haven't seen in a while.
So come on and let's go,
the ocean awaits.
And so does our sweet chariot,
Queen Victoria

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The Selfishness of Hearts

Joy in sorrow 
Laughter in pain 
No expectation of giving 
But all of receiving. 

Hands wide open. 
Greed in his eyes 
Only receiving fine things, 
rejecting the old. 

But how could you, 
through moral laws, 
reject a gift 
when it's been given? 

Not all hearts are black, 
some are still red, 
but all have 
the stain of selfishness.

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Against the Stereotypical Me

A male
A Black male
A thug, a gangsta
pants sagging
stupid swagging
And that's exactly what people think I am:
stupid.
But I break the mold.

When people hear my voice
without seeing my face,
When people see my words
in letters, on screens
what race do they think I am?
But I break the mold.

Colloquialism
I don't use it.
My speech is cool
calm, pure, correct.
Just like me.
Do you know why?
Because, I break the mold.

Ebonics
Ebony and Phonics
Black English
Break away from that slave mentality.
"You talk like you white."
No, I speak English.
I break the mold.

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The Love That Lasted a Night

Imagine a lovely garden, tea for two, and this story . . . 

I had never seen anyone like him before in my life. We met on a Thursday... or was it a Tuesday...? It was a Tuesday. I was going to the copy machine at work, you know where I work right? Yeah, that office off of Eighth Ave. As I was saying, I was going to the copy machine... I was looking down at the papers I was about to copy, you know, making sure everything was right, when suddenly I bumped into this massive figure. When I finally looked up, I saw this hunk of a guy, huge muscles, and the brightest smile that seemed to fulfill its purpose: to make me fall in love. And at that moment, I knew I loved that man... you know what I mean? After our little run-into, we scheduled small rendezvous at secret places. But one night, he took me to this expensive Italian place. Just gorgeous. And afterward, we went to his place... and we made love. Yes, we made love: beautiful, exotic love. I knew that man had my heart. Well, I woke up the next morning, still in his bed, to find a note in the night stand. "See you when I see you." I knew that was bad when I read it. But I didn't dwell on it too much. I went to work in hopes to meet him again, but it turns out that he... he... he qu-qu-quit. Was it me?! It couldn't have been. So after work *sniff*, I went to his house to see if he w-was th-there. The neighbor said he had moved. Th-thanks for the Kleenex. But it couldn't have been me. I L-L-LOVED him! But...*sniff*... I saw him today... he just looked at me and shook his head. That's all?! That's all I get?! After giving this man my heart?! Wh-what did I do to deserve this?! Why couldn't h-he just tell m-me that h-he didn't like me? It's me... I know it's me. I did something wrong. I-I-I know it must be me.... I apologized but he just walked off... I even got on my knees and begged him to take me back but he just walked away.... It's my fault.... I know it is.... It has to be.

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I'Ll Be Home For Christmas

The plane arrived 
on the cold snowy day.
I stood on the bench,
just so you could see me.

Gleefully, I watched 
as passengers dismounted
but as the crowd dwindled down
I saw no sign of you.

We had already made plans
First, was going shopping for Maggie
but, now I was worried...
I didn't see you exit.

I quickly ran to the pilot
"Where is John Smith?"
"We had no John Smith," he said 
as he checked the paper.

I sadly walked home.
No glee in my heart.
My Christmas spirit all gone,
Because you were not here.

As cold as it was, 
I took the long way, 
Thinking that maybe, just maybe,
I could walk the sadness out of my heart.

I remembered your face when you left
You smiled and waved
And promised to come back to me...
safely. 

As I entered the house, 
Drenched from the snow, 
The phone rung.
I jumped to answer it.

"Hello, Mrs Smith?"
"This is I."
"Yeah, about your husband..."
I suddenly grew quiet... and worried.
"He...... he......he's dead."

"OH, GOD! NO!!!"
Those were the only words
That I remember saying
Before I hung up
In the pilot's face.

It seems that
I'll be home for Christmas
But this time... 
I'll be alone.