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Nichelle Lucas Poem
I must protect this gentle soul,
Because the world has little peace.
On many hearts it takes its toll,
but Gentle Souls can all pain cease.
I must protect this gentle soul,
For it has proven a unique gift.
Not just for Self, but others too.
Providing some a needed lift.
I must protect this gentle soul,
So when I hear love make it's call.
So it can remain pure and whole,
My heart must not too quickly fall.
I must protect this gentle soul,
Hidden within this human frame.
Once free, will appear as pure as gold,
Shining brightly with no shame.
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Nichelle Lucas Poem
Furiously, anxiously, nearly fanatically, I shovel through the dirt. I shovel through the
smiles and the loving glances, the touches. I shovel through the hand holding, the
emotional highs, the benefit-of-the-doubt. I cast the gravel to the side, digging deeper
and deeper, frightfully searching for the truth that will set me free. Yes, I want to
know. Yes, I'm afraid to know. No, I don't care. Wait, yes I do. Do you even care? I
suddenly stop, look around, and realize that in this search for truth I've only dug myself
into a hole. So I'm standing alone, buried in dirt, shovel in hand, heart on the chopping
block... and I begin to think, "aren't I worth more than this?" I've noticed that I'm not
girlfriend material... I'm wife material. My heart wasn't built to go through the ifs and
buts that come with girlfriendism. My manufacturer left that out because it causes too
many viruses. I wasn't made to be cheated on. I wasn't made to wonder about it, either.
I'm not supposed to be worrying about why he's on the phone, why she's mad because he
hasn't called her and why he's having to explain himself. Yes, I was made to be a Queen,
but not his Queen of Convenience. It's not in my blood to sit comfortably in the fact that
I've swept him off his feet and still wait to be swept off of my own. I'm honest, kind,
faithful, forgiving, wonderful, lovely, sexy, amazing, beautiful, adorable, contemplative,
open-minded, intelligent, deep... I've tried to figure out what I lack! And I've finally
got it. I lack girlfriendism. I'll become somebody's wife, and a darn good one.
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I sit there,
pain pressing the back of my eyes,
forcing them to leak.
Alone at a crossroad,
I stand in the epicenter,
of my own enigma.
This place looks so unfamiliar,
but the sounds, the smells,
I've been here before.
Treading through dark water,
scenes from my past,
are now my present,
which is one gift that was better left untouched.
Undistinguishable utters leak from my mouth,
I can hear them, but their meanings
aren't registering in my mind.
"No....stop!....Get off of me...Please....NO!"
and like a flood of tears,
the past washes over me.
I am drowning,
in my own pit of despair,
my own pool of pity.
A little girl lost,
innocence corrupted,
life interrupted.
Moving along, I see a mirror image of myself,
my reflection is staring back at me
she's crying.
Inside of herself,
she's dying,
hunched over crying.
As if sensing my presence,
she looks up at me.
I am speechless,
for the girl in the mirror is me.
She is the very picture of my inner soul,
beaten and bruised
weary and worn out.
But she has nothing I want,
but everything I need.
Freedom, to be her,
without shame.
I want it,
she has it.
I reach out to touch her face,
to make her real,
make her a part of me.
As my finger grazes her cheek,
the mirror shatters,
as does my world.
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Why must I suffer
Why must I love a girl with all of my heart but only fill Half of hers
Because I am unsure
If she likes me but loves some other person more
In my dream I dream a day that she is fully mine
But am I only acting out the saying that love is blind
Only time Can differentiate my feelings from the facts
Only then will I relax
But still I must ask
If I am everything
She wants and needs to see
Why does she hold on firmly to the portraits of the past
This question bothers me
It seems to me
That I can no longer be upset by these things I can only be disappointed by the actions I
consider wrong
But maybe I am wrong
For believing I can take someone and make them my own
And own
The key to their heart
Maybe I have not played my part I guess I could considered my yearning heart not useful
Or I can call it depressing art
Several times I have awaited a call
That did not come to me at all I wanted to ventilate my problems
But could not because the person I loved
Was not there to help me solve them
Or give me strategies to resolve them
But here I sit
Wondering what is next I found out some but couldn't figure out the rest
If two plus two is four
And one plus one is two
I guess you leaving me
Makes me half of you
This is what I feel
This is my craft I figured out something but I'm not good at math
So maybe you can correct me
And help me do the math.
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In the midst of a rant,
on the way to a rave.
Understand she can not,
the way he behaves.
When upset he is,
in paces he walks.
The same damn corner,
he continues to stalk.
Pointing his finger,
at someone unseen.
Is he here right now?
or is his mind in a dream?
Do not say a word,
or listen too closely.
To what is being said,
he's just letting off steam.
The world he sees,
in his day-to-day.
Leaves few release options,
but one is to pray.
No violent outbursts, yet.
but soon he will begin.
But his words are not heard,
for his soul screams within.
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I'm afraid to surrender my sacred ground,
Afraid that the keeper of these grounds
for long won't be around.
I'm afraid to give away my most prized possession,
For it is what keeps me going-
the rythym of my oppression.
I'm too frightened to let go of all I have felt,
To surrender my sacred ground
is to show the cards I've been dealt.
I'm too regretful to reveal the very portal of my soul,
Not willing to give the part of the Lover
if they can't play the role.
I'm so terrified of the Truth,
Because it hurts to try to bare.
So hard to avoid the pain,
when my Emptiness is always there.
I'm afraid to surrender my heart-
my most prized possession.
I'm too frightened to let go of everything I've felt,
To surrender my very heart
is to show the very cards I've been dealt.
I'm too regretful to release my heart-
the very portal of my soul.
Not willing to give the part of the Lover,
if they can't play the role.
I'm so terrified of the Truth,
Because it hurts to try to bear.
So hard to avoid the pain,
when my emptiness is always there.
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How can you say you care,
when you don't share my pain?
How can I be sure,
your words of supposed sincerity arent' said in vain?
What we have is an infatuation,
an addiction as though it seems.
But the Cupid I pray for at night,
is no longer in my dreams.
You're slowing invading my sanity,
you're an unwanted intruder of my thoughts.
For so long you've admired me from afar,
so afraid of being caught.
From curiosity,
to addiction.
From possession,
to protection.
My guard is falling,
slowly but surely.
As my last ray of hope,
goes from an ember to a shimmer.
I realized you are one,
I'll have no choice but to remember.
As I lay alone at night,
Twisting and turning,
twisting and turning,
heart threatening to beat out of my being.
This "thing" that we have,
takes on a new meaning.
What we have is a habit,
and I'll admit, I can't kick it.
You leave me wanting more,
Love, I am addicted.
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