I was called a for telling the truth, spewed venom from the hateful words that carried my worth from you. Introverted within time, I still tried to make some sense of this reoccuring nightmare of us. I was called a because I had maybe one or two conversations with someone that wasn't you, and in knowing that someone was in fact the same gender as you I became an animal on all fours panting for attention. You striking out your demise for revengence, and I'm stuck on the misconception of me being something other than a woman to you.Donny Hathawy said it best, "Giving up is the hardest thing to do when you really love someone", but when that someone don't love you giving up is the easiest and quickest satisfaction guaranteed thing to do. Unless you want to remain that , knowing thats all he's gonna see when he looks at you.
Kharisma
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love_supreme says: Excellent write. |
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Kharisma says: Thank you |
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LP45 says: Great write Kharisma, great imagery too. Keep writing and welcome to the vibe. |
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amin901 says: Very nice Beloved.I only wish you would share more. |
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Kharisma says: Thanks you all. |
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mrmelody7 says: Your pen shows you are learning from your experiences do this and you will always be your true self, look at your pen as Donny Hathaway sings youve got a friend |
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Kharisma says: Thank you so much |
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after vision says: your life experience translate to paper well my poet |
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Kharisma says: Thank you so much |
OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Kharisma
Do You Still CareI could see that the sun still set on me in your eyes. I would lie if I wasn't surprised by the disguise you try to provide. Just tell me if you still care.  |
Until The End of TimeThe saying goes until the end of times, but nobody knows the soul that glides it's way free back to the destiny that must be it's epitome of forever. We disconnected in a world where we were one and that one meant you and I united under the sun of his eyes. searching for the lifetime that was promised, not knowing in the past lifetime you were mine and I was yours. He designed this destiny to go on forever until the end of time we were meant to be. fizzled fires of the trees that burned down in harmony and unison, we made love under that same tree and was lit with a burning sensation of love. You found me and I found you beautiful brown eyes of liquid lasting love of our soul. I will love you forever, always, until the end of time until I find you again in the next lifetime after this. Sealing your lips with a kiss of our forever always. |
Your RoseA rose withered in the rain. Smokey angles that became angels of the night. I grew from the root of dehumanization, yet you still plucked the thorns of my heartache. I became your pain, you grasped me tight to your heart and I became one with the veins that allowed you to breath. Didn't even have all my petals but the few I had you fertilized with the honey dew droppings of your soul. I drew out the life in you, but you still held on I was your rose. I was that hope that made you consciously aware that life was ugly yet so beautiful. You plucked me and groomed me, your rose that gave you the power that no other flower could. |
Melanin KingIndifferent and kind I love you where love was blind to others but to me I see you with my own two eyes. I love you in a place where the conversion of spirituality combined into heavenly bliss and molded our chromosomes to exist just for this. my love isn't ordinary because I see you with my third eye, beautiful melanin king each ancestor from each century made a way for you to make your way to me. nah this love isn't ordinary because I burn the soiled oats that forbid us to exist. I'd take a thousand and one lashes on my back for our love to be in bliss. sacrifice my life in front of a sword for you my melanin king. You are worthy of my life, as I am your existence. |
That WishLooked at the stars and felt I became one for a minute. A second within time I became a dream that many women dreamed of actually. I was what I wished upon then I lost myself. I gazed into heaven for a minute and lost my wealth. I imagined pain couldn't be greater than a bullet, but the pain of loosing you won that shot. I became the epitome of the woman that lost herself in this agonizing trial of misunderstanding. And I'm here damaged again because I looked at the stars and I no longer seen me, I'm back to phase one misery. |
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I was called a for telling the truth, spewed venom from the hateful words that carried my worth from you. Introverted within time, I still tried to make some sense of this reoccuring nightmare of us. I was called a because I had maybe one or two conversations with someone that wasn't you, and in knowing that someone was in fact the same gender as you I became an animal on all fours panting for attention. You striking out your demise for revengence, and I'm stuck on the misconception of me being something other than a woman to you.Donny Hathawy said it best, "Giving up is the hardest thing to do when you really love someone", but when that someone don't love you giving up is the easiest and quickest satisfaction guaranteed thing to do. Unless you want to remain that , knowing thats all he's gonna see when he looks at you. |