We started talking like it was no big deal,
Laughing at jokes, trading what we feel.
He asked how my day went, I asked the same,
Maybe this could be more than a game.
He smiled at the things I’d say,
We messaged back and forth all day.
So I showed him my world, unique and loud
The things I love and what I’m into.
But then his replies started coming slow,
Short and cold, like he didn’t know
How to handle the real me inside,
So he pulled back, stopped the ride.
He didn’t say we’re through,
Just left like none of it was true.
I sat there wondering if I was too much,
For simply being who I was.
I’m done erasing what I love
Just to be liked at all
If being real means he walks away,
Then he was never meant to stay.
I’m not a mask you wear for fun,
Then ditch the moment you’re done.
I’m worth someone who wants all of me,
Not just the parts they’re willing to see.
So if it starts again with a simple “hi,”
I’ll be myself and won’t ask why.
If he stays, then good that’s my cue,
If not, I’ll be just fine without you.
i step out of the shower
i let the steam moisten my skin once more,
my wet foot steps pitter patter on the cold bathroom floor,
only once will i ever feel this clean
i stepped into the mirrors view,
no longer scared to hold my gaze at my body
this was me, why shouldnt i look at myself?
my eyes glare into my body like it was something they shouldnt have seen,
i felt terrified, i scratched at my skin uncomfortably
i grabbed my clothes and put them on, only to stare back at the mirror,
this reflection was nicer,
well put together, and covered.
nobody could harm me like this, not anymore.
my mind was now foggy, and clouded,
instead of now feeling amazing,
i felt disgust, i wanted to sob.
the mirror steamed up once again, i quickly wiped it off
i held back the tears, only to feel a lump growing in my throat,
the terror and worry crept back into my mind.
because even though i had just took a shower,
i felt so dirty,
all over again.
Author Dana Redricks
December 7, 2024
I get up and fall down, over and over again, when my life feels like I'm just a wall.
I get up and start over again, You've been my closest friend through it all.
Even when it seems like my life is coming to an end, I fall down, but I get back up again. You stood by my side, with a love that won't bend, through every trial, every moment I know your love will never end.
Have you ever learnt to love the right way;
Have you been shown the truth of what to say;
I stand remorse, been given another chance,
midst a different choice from I AM
I've been given a chance to love
Love
Love again
Music playing in my soul
I crave a beating heart to embrace
I've been given another chance
I 've been given a chance to love
Love
Love, Love all over again
I have relearn to love the right way spiritually Agape;
I have you been shown the truth of what to say, I've prayed spiritually Agape;
I stand remorse, been given another chance, to spiritually Agape
I 've been given a chance to love
Love
Love, Love all over again
midst a different choice from I AM
9/27/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
If I had my time over again
I wouldn't eat that take out.
My stomach rumbled in the den
And diarrhea I had no doubt.
I ran quickly to the toilet.
Unfortunately, I didn't make it.
If we choose to share our love and life with someone
whether it be a man and woman,
two women
or two men…
may we be blessed as the year slip by
to fall in love with that person…
over…and over…again
If I could live life over again
And choose one thing never to do
I'd elect to never complain ~
Selecting gain over pain, wouldn't you
Sisters selling super soup sipping slime.
Cuddling kindles kissing.
Trapezoids trip tripping toddler.
Lions laying lifeless.
Passionate assassins assist assassinating assailants.
Over and over again
I try to obliterate the stain
But every now and then
She fire me up with pain
Again and again.
Over and over again I tender apologies
Yet without considerations or remedies
The more I try to unleash my good reasons
The more I got ignored like dry seasons.
Over and over again I got ignored
And my love for you is always questioned.
I give you love but you placed your ego above.
All of my efforts for you, you always remove
From your ways and turn them into a cabbage in a gabage.
Over and over again you be-little me
Because your love has turned sour
Our relationship has no more power
Or a chance to see good weathers.
But no challenge, even without you I will
Sincerely cope and elongate my hope like a long rope.
Over and over again, I have forgotten
You even as I am no more of you.
But it you come back soon, the gate is still open.
CHARLESMELODY EWACHE ONYILO
(Lightning Ink)
---16/11/2023---
Been worse
Been less
but now I am blessed
been lost not found
got both feet firmly planted on the ground
I'm not lack
I'm not less
I am Heavenly blessed
Been rich been poor
have had thousands leaking through the floor
Lost houses
few friends
Have gains have losses
Been replenished over and over again
But in Him my all Provider
He's got some of my wants and all of my needs
And in Him I am
I am completely filled
So I fall on my knees raise my eyes
and hands toward the sky
And I thank God for replenishing me
over and over over and over again
We can do almost anything
take a nap or go adventuring;
I get lost in how you make me feel
still I wonder is this connection real?
You set off such carnal energy
while keeping your thoughts from me;
So much love in a single glance,
or is it merely coincidence?
Catchy refrain oh the things you say;
then other times you just walk away;
Fighting then I sit and count to ten,
I’m In love with us all over again.
I would love you again
and madly...
Would be again
for you hysterical...
Would atempt to be in heaven
without fear again...
Would not hesitate
rewrite our history
and again would repeat
the mistake... !
Picasso sold only one painting to his brother.
I have sold at least ten to my best friends, maybe fifteen.
So can I die happy? Not yet.
Never understood Monet’s consistent drawings of tree after tree
Until I began painting the same face over and over and over
and over and over and over and over and over and over and over
Never getting it “right”.
As soon as I am satisfied with it, I can quit painting. Right?
I snatch up six canvases. Draw them out one by one.
Always starting with the eyes and eyelashes, then the nose.
The same exact face, the same pattern.
Sometimes I give her elf ears. Other times she has a pixie chin.
But the eyes and the nose are always the same.
The exact same. Just like Picasso and Monet
I am stuck until I feel I have gotten her
exactly right.
Then I can
Die
happy….
Destiny grabbed my mind and shook it
All of my connectors and dendrites fell out
I grabbed them up and tried to replace them
But there was a certain pattern, and I did not know it.
It feels like I am starting all over again, which in a way
Opens me up to new possibilities and challenges
Mystifying many things I never fully understood before.
If this keeps up I might become a whole new person
I'm losing the feelings of happiness
All over again, my mind becomes a mess.
I'm losing the feelings of strength
All over again, my spirit weakness lengthens.
I'm losing the thoughts of confidence
All over again, my thinking's darkening.
I'm losing the thoughts of hope
All over again, my state of mind is fading…
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