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Scharneka Watson Poem
I don't understand why i care
you hurt me a way words can
not explain. I love you so much
that it kills me to think how my
life would have been if i had'nt
known your touch or felt our very
first kiss.
Copyright © Scharneka Watson | Year Posted 2009
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You are a metaphor in motion,a symphony conducted by the beating of my heart.
You entrance my soul,and it makes me a better person to love you.
You are a simile surrounded by color themes, you shine.
My rhetorical answer when i repremand my self with rhetorical questions.
My analogy in a analytical essay composed by your kisses.
Holding something so precious as a diamond in a rough,i am caught in you.
Nothing as lovely as knowing you are with me always and forever.
Holding my soul in your stare.
I love us,we,you loving me.
You are verbs in action,followed by nouns and adjectives.
You are every onomatopoeia i want to hear after leaving your touch.
We are auditory imagery bound in conversations about life and love.
You are the predicate and adverb to my declarative sentences.
My english teacher in the language of love.
Copyright © Scharneka Watson | Year Posted 2005
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He is tall and beautiful.
I glimpse him from across the room as he laughs showing a mouth full of perfect
white teeth.
His personailty sparks and sizzles the air, it jumps across my skin causing a
slight shiver.
He doesnt notice.
I let the melody of his voice wash over me like a cleansing rain. It sinks into my
pores and is locked in my DNA.
He becomes a part of me.
Not once ever taking my eyes from him our glances meet. His eyes hold me
there long after he has turned to continue his over loud conversation.
He is puting on a show.
Letting me see with out telling me "You are unimportant and there are more of
YOU every where i go. You CAN be replaced. You HAVE been replaced"
He keeps torturing me.
Empty promises of "Baby ima call" and "You know you special to me!"
He doesnt care.
Why should he after all it was what it was and no hard feelings because there
were never any there from the start.
He doesnt take heed.
Cant see that his truths have turned me cold. Forced me to watch from afar as
you feed the same false hope to what ever her name is.
And inside im screaming in protest " WHY NOT ME ?", wanting your attention,
needing to feel your touch, yearning for some thing that wasnt there.
Then i wake in a cold sweat only to find that i wasn't dreaming and im back in his
bed again.
Same lies.
Same wayward dreams.
He doesnt notice.
Copyright © Scharneka Watson | Year Posted 2007
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He peeks into my soul through the windows of my eyes. As he stares i know i am
in love and so is he.
Such are the things i tell myself when i see him with her.
She is not me by a long shot, but what she is i am not.
You see that is his world. The foundation he has set over his heart and built a
home.
I have seen her ghost...........pictures in his wallet and the lunch she packs for him.
I have felt her presence.......when im riding in the car that she has her seat
adjusted in. I am not allowed to touch it because he wants the reminders of her
to hurt me and keep me in my place.
I torture myself when he makes love to me...........whispering sweet endearments
in my ear....."I'm gonna leave her soon, be patient love!" I know it is a lie yet i hold
it close to my heart as his name escapes my mouth.
So you see your honor i had a right to key his car, flat his tires and smash his
head lights!
He lied to use BOTH!! He told us he loved us!
So yes i plead guilty to my crime:
I am the other woman!
Copyright © Scharneka Watson | Year Posted 2007
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I am one of those peoplewho wants to die but lacks the courage to pull the trigga.....im not
your average nigga.
Im more cowardly than the lion with more endurance than an ant, yet in all my pain the exit
eludes me, which concludes to me that its not my time.
I am simply awaiting my purpose while aimlessly wondering the earth.
It must be to keep moving forward because my backwards is back words and my back words
affect my tomorrow only if i let it.
My present is clouded with who will attend my funeral, for the death of the spirit is by far
worse than the flesh.
Blastphamies exscape my heart as my silent plea for a swift end goes unheard and the only
sound that lingers is my pen writing this suicide note.
Copyright © Scharneka Watson | Year Posted 2009
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Everybody writes about love so this is NOT a love poem.
This is a dedication to a feeling that often eludes thee, but it moves me to.......NOT write
another love poem.
This is an ode to that tingling in your stomach and that light headed feeling......it has you
reeling and im realing you back in just to reinform you that this is NOT a love poem that
makes you hot and bothered.
That sends you home to put it on who or whom ever.
It will not make you feel all mushy inside and "aww" a couple of times because this is NOT
another love poem.
This, is an expression of affection towards he that sends me blessings.
This is not a love poem, this is me stating im in love with a higher being who gave me higher
meaning to what you.... and i...... call love!
Copyright © Scharneka Watson | Year Posted 2009
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Why....do you......cross my mind, strolling at a lovers pace. One foot in front of the other
slowly travling toward my heart. I see you through a mothers eyes, watching you grow
before me. Loving you by instinct and habit as if you were always there.......walking,
strolling, running....towards my heart. And though the journey is long and tedious you keep
traveling, never contemplating giving up...you stay focused on the path. Your direction is
clear, the miles seem like mere yards away because in your eyes my heart holds redemption
It allows you to truly be a man and love as God intended. It has become a santuary for
everything that makes you feel safe no matter how far away....or how long it takes for me to
meet you there. You will be walking.......strolling.....running towards me............ALWAYS.
Copyright © Scharneka Watson | Year Posted 2009
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Love a word to some, a feeling to others to me it is life.
you see love is what holds a home togehter,love makes people do wild
things,love makes people live,love makes people die,
but love is what made us.For god so loved the world
that he gave his only only begotten son.Tell me now is that
love, No that is sacrafice out of love,love is pure,love is that,love is this.
"that ain't love!" that's caring.
I'll tell you what love is it is a damn lie to people
because it plays on your emotions............
Copyright © Scharneka Watson | Year Posted 2009
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