Thirsty Arrogance pt1

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There are times a person can be in darkness so long that they begin to confuse it to be home. It takes a caring heart to gently force their way through that dome, shining light on the realty of what's been wrong.

I've been there before, maybe once or twice, turning my naturally caring heart to be cold as ice. But it's quite funny, this journey called life, for every "negative" there's a positive to wipe away the tears of the night.

So if ever you've felt "stuck" in that deep dark hole, remember God wrote the scrip and this isn't your final role.

So step out on faith against that fear of the unknown, lift up your head and smile because you're getting closer to home.

- Lyn Love

The Dead Horse

It becomes no longer a specific time, but a couple of several hours ago.

Then it becomes the other day or the past weeks, until it's about a year ago.

After more time, "I remember that year, I was about 5-10 less years old."

Finally comes the day when it's merely a blur and you realize how many other moments that one stole.

So my advice to you before it gets that far is just to simply let it go.

#AnsweringCalls

Words are composing, easily flowing infinitely.

Boisterous, my mind. The rhymes become a bit too many.

But a gift this is and thankful to be creative intellectually.

So complain, I won't, and don't confront the fact that I keep a pen with me.

#answeringcalls

Boo Boo

(disclaimer: this one was for fun as an answer to a challenge.)

So I was sitting on the toilet thinking bout you,

cause the mention of your name just makes me boo boo,

but I guess at least you get a thought or two,

cause I really just wanna say "n!gga, f@ck you!"

Memories of you can lead to contemplation,

but then, hot damn, there goes the constipation,

I swear this n!gga still causes me aggravation,

but just like sh!t, I know his destination,

Now I admit it's unfair comparing you to this act,

cause you really ain't sh!t, and that's a fact. 

I respect the bowel more and that's just that

cause you can't come close to my digestive tract.

See at least this movement happens on time,

hell, I just might call Sh!t a friend of mine.

Cause a n!gga like you got excuses in line

and then got the nerv...

Addicted

I chose to love him because my heart's a fool and my mind lost the battle between the two. So I was at it again, giving my all to the end. Auditioning for a part of yet another man's heart.

Fully aware that this role was outside of me, I molded myself to be what he wanted me to be. Content with the fact I wasn't his number one option and ignoring the red flags that would appear quite often. 

So, I loved...hard...as hard as my mind could pretend. Addicted to the title of being a "girlfriend". A fiend, I was, though just because this title was handed, my heart was still left stranded. 

I had made me easy and available so quick, that the will to step up, he just didn't get. Unnecessaary, the effort, for him to put forth. And here I was willing to throw my whole life off course. 

No love for me. Not even from me. I was miserable inside but woud deny it to the public eye. "Of course we're happy. ...

Deep

So she sings, "What good do your words do if they can't understand you?" And that's why I rock with Badu.... what good is a poem that's so deep that it crashes through the rocks below the ocean and sea, but when we're standing here one on one you still can't see me? What good does it do in comparing Aristotle and Socrates in an attempt to elucidate the depth of my love with their philosophies? Does it benefit you for me to describe the love we have as "unpretentiously  pulchritudinous", or would you rather me say I see the "simple beauty" in us? Please believe that I have the intellectual dexterity to compose a poem so deep that it'll cause for clarity...but I decline, because I'll rather keep it simple with mine. I'll rather put my feelings on the forefront and leave the confusion behind. I want you to see me clearly with no glare from my shine. I don't need a poem that's 3 pages if I can get my point acr...

Alone

I'm in one of those moods where I'm liable to be honest without the intention of the brutality that will come with it. Not because of anger or irritation but more straight forward only to get to the point quicker. When you may second guess your inquiry toward my poker disposition and first guess your second guess because you already had a resolution. See, as I am, you think. You figure out on your own. Leaving me in peace as I intended initially with the absence of negativity and a way to be free.

L.O.V.E.

L is for the lifetime in which our love will last. Our longevity will be lauded through the years as they pass. Never leaving me longing for more, for you are my lasting light. Filled with laughs and joy, it's beyond luck that you're apart of my life.

O is for your originality in being the only one to keep me overall optimistic. Obviating the statistics, you stand out but yet your simplistic. Open minded to my oddities, you omit obscurity and doubt. Clearing obstruction from our path as one we can work any obstacle out.

V is for how vital you are to me as you voyage through every vein in my body. Valiantly you venture my heart vehemently fighting to keep away the dark.

E is for the elation I experience in every essence of my being. Every day for eternity our love will prove it's everlasting. Emotionally effervescent when it comes to our love, exaltation to God for sending you from above.

Moved

He spotted me the other day and as we spoke I heard him say, that he was coming from a play about a love that went astray. He said it reminded him of me, how he's never been truly free, accusing me to be a thief because his heart I took to keep. Unaware of this possession, I was shocked of his accusation. He went on to proclaim that at me was not the blame, cause he was hoping to regain my love and do better to maintain. He continued  pouring out his soul and asking again my heart to hold. So I reply, "I'm flattered by your expressions and your will to make a new impression, but I've closed your chapter in my life and soon to be my lover's wife. My heart's no longer in my hands. I've given in to its demands to find a place where it's secure and love is promised to endure. This promise is not alone in being the source of my convicting tone, for even if there were no he, these words would stand because of me. You see, I'm in a new plac...

Last Poem For You

Your lesson was a blessing and not often is this impression left upon me. While I was consistently second guessing and stressing, you came along as someone refreshing, not expecting the impact you would have on my scars. Even today, I cherish those moments I may catch a glimpse of you from afar, because getting over a love is hard and though destiny has lead us apart, you have left a mark on my heart. A missed presence is now my fondest memory. Understanding why goodbye was meant to be, I still thank God for introducing you to me. You helped me be my best by treating me nothing less. No stress, you help brighten my smile especially remembering the feel of my head on your chest. It's only been three months since I've heard a word from you and though I managed to make it through, it's true that I really do miss you. But I move on, continuing to love strong. I mean, what else is there to do? Better I am now to have experienced you.