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Why wont you look into my eyes and confide in me?
The support offered within the boundary with limits unexplained like the teaching of
the Aztecs.
I wont be your fool.
A tool to be used, to feel sorry for you, to be broken and tired of, when I will be
replaced tomorrow
A borrowed shoulder for false tears
I refuse to lose my emotions this way
You have chosen to ignore what is known to be wrong. For to long you've carried
PAIN and Blame in the name for others to use and abuse you. Leaving no error for
love.
Reason unknown.
Must be the game.
A well kept secret conspired to hurt leaving shattered , unhealed pieces of a broken
heart in the wake of so much pain, evil could not bare.
She's a riddle never to be solved.
A problem with a surmise to answer for all questions asked.
Feelings made without love
the tears still burn, will she ever learn?
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Copyright © Noble Smalls | Year Posted 2010
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No excuses needed
Nor apologizes
This is who I am as a person, a human being and the man that I intend to be. Take your thoughts and beliefs and keep them for yourself. I am this man that you see before you without shame.
Not a shell of myself, maybe rough around the edges that seem to cut through the surface of my personal imperfections. My life and struggles has made me, prepare me for unexpected disappointments. So that I could just smile with tears in my eyes holding my head, no matter the circumstances. I make no excuses for myself every tear and worried thoughts are accounted for compared to the scares that cover parts of my body. I’m a fighter in every aspect of any thought or words form.
I represent the broken men who believed in something once
Maybe twice, maybe I should just count up my tears and move on.
Dues paid and deposited into the tampered and broken sections of my heart, no dearly departed I’m still standing. I’m just aware that my life means something to me. I find myself looking into the mirror with wondering thoughts that seem to just cross my mind and time doesn’t exist. I want to hug myself, searching for some type comfort even though poetry frees me. There are lists of things going on but that’s the role or part played by the image of this broken man.
I work hard on who I am, doing my best not to be wrong though have been taught by several, sometimes I just don’t matter. It’s not in me to give up, just that part of me to be Noble and at the same time a broken man.
Copyright © Noble Smalls | Year Posted 2013
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I look to a new day within myself with positive insights on life with dreams of being better. Self-improvement needed for my own soul for my heart to say, it can't do it anymore. I refuse to be blinded by negative and vindictive people proving they cannot change. You have your way & I have mine, time will tell not in the eyes of men or women but in your own personal vindications.
If I must walk alone on my chosen path, then so be it. I've been torn down & broken until I feel the pressure & pain. Not a pain that can be felt within my heart, my soul, & mind. Though a pain that pushes me forward with goals of being great.
A better man. I'm fighting for myself because I know who I am, without anyone judging me. As long as I can breathe & the sun rise I will make it. If I have to crawl so be it. I'm not trying to win I'm trying to finish. My struggles & the people do not cripple me. Believe what you see or what people say but I trust God & my heart that will beat strong long after I'm gone.
You thinking that I'm wrong then you don't know me. You never tried. You never felt the pain I've felt inside. To understand why & who I am. I’m just trying to do my best & to be a better man.
Copyright © Noble Smalls | Year Posted 2013
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She thought she loved herself, another lie told to the vision in the mirror. In the back of her mind she wanted more loving and the attention received.
She became a chance when different dates became endless men that conquered her body. Time worn the broken hearted touches with different men that used their chances to advanced using her beauty as an excuse. Words chosen carefully a smile grace her face, covered by the mask.
Body now worn and torn with sinful touches of flesh that burden not only her heart but force her to not love her own face or body. Make up became a mask and a deadly smile that told her story. Once she was beautiful naturally though her hateful and vindictive ways caught and destroyed the most beautiful part inside.
Personality change
She’ll never be the same by the time her innocents lost, curiosity and the need for attention cost her more. How many men can her heart love? Just words, also heard from different types of men she begged for them to just say it, “Please say it.” Words spoken “I Love You,” and lust took control.
Can she change?
What will she be like in 25 of her years, cried rivers of tears that in time blinded her eyes? Baby Girl beauty is only skin deep. Slow down your temptations your body and mind has taken the damage. Learn to love yourself, Mentally, you can’t hide behind your mask forever.
Copyright © Noble Smalls | Year Posted 2012
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Ever look up at the sky,
Wonder why its blue?
With some wrong in your life
Makes you wonder what you will do.
Best find yourself, understand some good ways
Instead of walking around in a dark maze.
Add a little light
You will find yourself through the darkness.
To understand yourself as a human
You must understand others.
Don't wonder how, what, or when things will get better.
As the month,
Years, days go on by
Your heart will heal
Your soul will repair its self.
The pain & anger will evaporate like the rain
Finding yourself, the sun will shine again.
Copyright © Noble Smalls | Year Posted 2009
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My love expressed through the lines written on my heart.
It’s filled by pages
Unpublished books.
With words Defined as poetic verses touching the hearts of any one who want to understand my own personal situations and issues that needs to cleared up.
Or shared nightmares and my thoughts….well they are my thoughts.
Some of our situations are so similar it’s scary and varies with the life we live and conditions we wish to change.
We have to realize when to just let go.
I catch you paying attention
I just want you to listen, words from my heart clouds my mind. We have no choice but to wait for time.
I sit here and wish that my feelings were detachable simply because pain isn't something that I will ever get use to.
Maybe you will.
Wasted tears that seem to be tattooed on my mind and heart leave un-answered questions to my past. Maybe she will understand how I’m feeling and what’s felt in my soul leaving written or spoken words I’m able to express.
This is just who I am.
What you think and what I feel are different. I’m sure that change will happen for us. Improvements needed.
I’m too weak to fight the emotional barrier placed between us.
An emotional hold that neither of us have control over.
I’m falling
With my thoughts, I’m a midnight thinker.
A late night process that have been tested past beyond my limits of any type of control.
I think I dreamt this before, somewhere in the back of my mind.
Lost time, it does go by fast.
The facts clear and blurred vision are the truth of an un seen knowledge until its to late to have the proper thoughts of yourself.
Copyright © Noble Smalls | Year Posted 2013
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A woman walked up to me asking, “Is there anything I could do for my black eye?” I stood there for a moment, “Well…” There wasn’t much that I could tell her to do besides letting it heal knowing that time is and forever will be against us and pain just slows the process.
She stated,” It has me feeling…” I was puzzled looking into her eyes, I asked,” Feeling what?” Noticing a black line under her left eye and the right slightly bruised.
She continued, “I’ve chosen certain things in my life and I don’t understand why, crying doesn’t help my heart from hurting. Unable to remove scars you know, from my heart. The pain to real sometimes and I’m blinded, look at my eyes. Scared by tears and a hand that I once kissed. My protector, the man I thought that shown genuine love, turned on me and without second thoughts. As he hit me…I played back the moments in which he said he loved me, kissing me daily telling me how much he misses me. Love made gave us a beautiful daughter in which I can’t explain to her when she asks, “Where daddy?” I have no more fear because it’s passed that, I’m broken. Make up and shades does not cover how he made me feel with his hands around my neck, and I still can’t tell you what I’ve done wrong besides loving him. Was it enough? Verbal aggression rose to another level because I took it for years, because you know what they say about love?”
She paused, shaking her head…” So my black eyes, bruised skin and broken heart, what can I do?”
I stated,” Time…” As she walked away.
Copyright © Noble Smalls | Year Posted 2014
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Life shows us the things that we don’t really want to believe and teach us lessons that we often refuse to learn. Would be nice to question life and love asking why since the questions are so unclear and we are fear driven with uncertain things. Although survival has always been the key it doesn’t always open the correct door all the time. Time has its own agenda deciding things that are meant to be even though there is so much unexplained. I rather know things in plain English, with the discipline of a saint. Wise words spoken, just not always heard. Accept the good and bad from life and the people that we cross in this world which we question often because of disbeliefs are our own downfall. Trusting what he or she says doesn’t cut it.
Look into my eyes and see the universe and my ancestor’s dreams that continue to burn. Fighting to survive; the struggles that we, as of right now, won’t be strong enough to bear. We are spoiled to the world and sometimes, at times, we forget things that are so important to us, we over look the needs and the wants that are more than we can also handle.
We are blessed.
We are not focused as people. We are losing parts of our mind and the soul falls apart as the heart slows down in pace. Slowed beats per minute and it’s not the sound to beautiful music.
We are not what we should be, it seems like we want less important things in life. And the material things are the things that support our needs.
Feeding our soul?
Controlled by material things.
Slaves to a society and poverty are the things we are part of. In which it’s not a black or white thing, it’s just a THING that controls our mind. Race separates us but we are the same. Call it what you want, you know better. We continue to say it’s going to get better but better starts with us. Better isn’t pointing the finger at others, blaming them for mistakes in the cases that we lack the understanding of love. Now love….. Most misused word used by people and abused just to get what we want, it’s not a need anymore.
Who’s really better?
Who can do better? Can it be known like the false hope for love in which greed wears the head and love would be the wolf in disguise?
There isn’t any pride in this and WE aren’t getting any better. The sunrise has blinded our eyes and the spots we see are nothing but the truth. Our needs are confused by the things we want.
Copyright © Noble Smalls | Year Posted 2013
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We have to see and treat beauty for what it is.
Respect it; love it; because that’s what it deserves. If you can’t notice someone’s pain in their eyes then you are just as blind to your own life. Tears are the back bone of beauty. Hold on to it; Kiss her tears.
How much disrespect and hate one heart can hold? A hard rain acts as harsh words spoken from disrespectful lips drowning out every bit of life. Beauty is like that flower that weathers to time taking the toll of pain.
Treat and respect beauty for what it is. Respect the mothers and wives that loved unconditional. Respect their beauty, its life giving. Love her flaws, none of us are perfect as her pedals turn brown, embrace her.
Love her endless beauty.
Copyright © Noble Smalls | Year Posted 2016
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Just laying here with thoughts on my mind that seems to just drift away. Sleep never came quick if it came at all. Soft cushion pillow, verbal expressions from lips, of endless thoughts on Love, Pain, and broken dreams. Our lips, from hers to mine, that can only be described as a heart to heart discussion. Exchanged words sharing the understanding of life and what comes to mind came through and, body language just told it all. A language spoken over words as music played. A future soundtrack with a soft play list that played on its own timing. Soft majestic rhyming. Emotional Words that formed sentences into paragraphs and time just doesn’t matter, just the time to express feelings. Mysteries about what we are going through open some light on our opinions about how life should be. Morning came fast and the light shown through the blinds gave clear warning a new day started, to help us forget about yesterday. Thanks for the Pillow Talk.
Copyright © Noble Smalls | Year Posted 2014
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