I’m gazing at the clouds because I just wanna be yours forever.
Chasing paper balloons with paper wings,
and building paper castles in the sky.
I am the girl with the paper heart that catches on fire every time she falls in love.
A note waiting to be written on….
A page in a journal waiting to be written on.
I am just another girl….
The girl with the paper castle….
Everybody writes. Maybe instead of building paper castles in the air and connecting stars;
Maybe someone else is hoping you’re the one because they’re meant for you. Maybe you’re someone’s hero and they’re out here wishing they had your heart.
Maybe instead of building paper castles in the air and connecting stars,
Maybe somebody is writing poetry and thinking about you too.
And he took Satan who is Lucifer; a fallen soul but still an angel; the favorite down to thee inferno of hell; and there he made a home for the world was made from air, fire and water and from there Lucifer took his first step into mankind while his djinn followed thereafter with fire in their eyes, but none so great as Lucifer’s.
Love is that heart-felt moment when you finally realize you’re falling in deep.
Deep into a dreamlike state, you fall deeper and deeper in love with a person that calls your soul until forever.
Love me and leave me never because I will always willingly be there.
You realize that he or she is something you keep the light on for in your heart and that it is something you fall for in one leap.
The thread of love that leads you into light by translating the darkness into the light; you then realize the thread; the bond is never going to sever.
I think of you often and lie down on my bed with the smell of the bed smelling like your hair; lightly touching it, I lie down knowing you were there.
You are getting to the point where you’re the one I need to love me. Let those words seep into the deepest and dearest parts of your heart deep.
You make life feel like I am the one who is unclear and unclever.
Your knowledge; especially what you think of me, I would like you to share.
You are the lion with wings who philosophizes too much and I am just the eager; listening sheep.
You wonder if it will be forever or if infinity between you two is inevitably forever.
Let me get there for they are are long and the night may only be ours to treasure and especially share for forever.
You are the one who you know would want me to yourself to keep.
You wouldn’t want our ties to sever,
I know that you would leave me never.
But now I know for a fact you think me insanely clever.
You are a mystery I wanna unravel.
The type of person I wanna be with.
You’re the shooting star that never dies.
You’re the only person I fancy I could dazzle.
Your eyes are from some kind of legendary far away time like a myth.
O how I hope the stars hear my cries.
You’re the picture I want to paint whenever I travel.
I cry for fate tonight; God rest my soul while my body lay lithe.
I wanna end up with you. O fate hear my cries and tell me he’s the one I end up with.
As every star gets up and burns for the nights on end and dies.
You’re the mysterious puzzle book I want to unravel
if love was a number, you’d actually be fifth.
You are a mystery I wanna unravel.
The type of person I wanna be with.
Because in truth it is this. Constellations with stardust line up in your eyes.
As I sugar-coat things that never were lies.
There comes a time for every young girl to grow up to trust the first man in her life which is her father.
This, is about a young woman.
There comes a time for a young woman to fall in love only three times.
One, being friendship.
Two, bringing life lessons,
And third being true love.
As a father, it is every man’s duty to protect their child also by ensuring them their futures and by protecting their loved ones.
Every parent has to endure certain responsibilities such as the first time to feed their children, daycares, when they grow up to go to school and finding out who had been bullying them.
But then as we grow older whether it is death or in a lifetime, it is time for your parents to leave.
There comes a time in life for every young woman and man to fall in love.
It is college in Summer and the world is anew.
Just as in every woman’s life you find someone who is second. That is called “your first love.”
As a young woman, you will begin to grow, make your own decisions and think about your own body and your feelings. Whether it’s towards others or towards yourself.
Nights with you are when they are the most magickal…..
The night gets better just knowing you’re out there.
Being with you is the most loving thing that can happen to me.
Stars, constellations and music is wonderful;
you’re all of that and more and without you I wouldn’t have a care.
You’re the only thing that I want to see.
I love you and you’re the only one who loves me and the only one who is capable….
I love you and to tell me if you love me is my only dare.
Tell me you love me not and I will let you be.
Nights with you are when they are the most magickal…..
The night gets better just knowing you’re out there;
ALIVE and here with me.
You are the magician that is always tactical
You are never a cross to bear
You are the person with the secrets I’d never want to share.
I just want you to know that I too really do care.
Sometimes dreams don’t come true and sometimes when they do, it means you’re working really hard for them. Making that dream come true is not that easy. Sometimes you just have to work hard for whatever it is you’re trying to achieve.
Whether it is a grade, a pay raise or check you have to work hard at it.
My dear love, I started explaining you in colors; in depth that don’t exist.
And my thoughts get jumbled up because of you.
You leave me tongue tied and twisted and when you do that, my knees shake.
My body begins to shiver.
And my chest hurts and my heart starts to beat faster.
I then start to think that stars and constellations and sunsets were made after you, and these colors that don’t exist exist in a burst of lightning when I’m with you.
Power is so easily abused and the worse power is to use it to hurt other people. Power is natural when it is used to show off your skills but power is abused also when you’re trying to make a front when you’re uninvited to use it. Power is not used to intimidate people; it is used to protect them and their reputations for being who they are. It is used to protect the people who need help physically and mentally and also to help the person being abused.
Authority is when you are authorized by a person with power to do something. Sometimes it is a person’s job to give authoritative rules and answers such as parliament who take orders from and guide the queen.
This is also why abused power is not good. Because of authority. Authority is when the right person comes to power and rules by rights passed down by people who were once in power and is passed down from generation to generation.
Rights are the rights to stick up for yourself in any circumstance; race, creed or gender.
Liberty is the freedom to do whatever you want with guidelines.
Know power.
What are words for when all you do with them is convince people that you have experienced life when you ought to tell the truth?
What are words for whether they tell a story of love and or friendship?
This is why we should beware of words regardless of whether they are written, said or not.
To be more poetically romantic words can be lies and can be strung together to make love to whomever you want to engage whether it be reader or writer.
Words can say everything; anything at any time. How do you know I am not just someone who is spoiled? Spoiling you with lies?
How do you know that I’m not using my poetry for your benefits? But for the last letter; empowerment for men and women both?
Stay tuned for more….
Sometimes love is not all you need to live throughout the day. That is, a woman’s or a man’s love. Anywhere you should go, you should be able to find love even when you’re alone. This love is self-love. You find loyalty which is the love from friends. You find love through cousins and through family.
Sometimes you find in love at your local grocery shop or your college life and your colleagues.
You find love. But never the same love twice. Find a love that is significant after all the love you have found.
a villanelle, in which the rhyme scheme is ABA ABA ABA ABA ABA ABAA
This is a message to all my women out there who are unheard,
This is for all my girls who think they can’t amount to anything under any circumstance.
Be yourself and never look back on your mistakes although they had made you.
This is to all the women who went through rape andand had it become endured.
This is for all the women who suffered from rape, violence, domestic violence and incest becaus ethey couldnot afford or even get an abortion because they couldn’t get a chance.
This is for all the women who felt incompetent because their voices couldn’t be heard or because of the kind of jobs they earned to make do.
To all the women who get cat-called which may be absurd.
To all the girls who always stood with their backs on the wall never understanding life and how to dance.
Now is the time to stand up and write and speak about you even though the lies have spread and aren’t true.
To all the young women who are in unstable relationships and who are beaten for trying to be someone; rest assured.
To all the women who were afraid to take that chance
You have to stand up and be you.
This is a message to all my women out there who are unheard,
This is for all my girls who think they can’t amount to anything under any circumstance.
Be yourself because no one can amount to what you are and what you’re about to pursue.
You are still a gorgeous person, not just some bird
If anyone should discriminate you by chance
Know that they do not deserve you
for what you can and cannot do.
It was very painful for me to write about you. You thought of me as an alien. You therefore loved the whole world and the darkness of space and time more than me.
Yet how could you love someone like me?
My experience on love was the feeling of melancholy and sadness. Self-hate, self-defeat and loathing. My lesson is this: never let anyone take your feelings and spit you dry right after the fire is gone.
This goes for you too …, for this is how everyone and anyone should feel if they are in love, enamorated and filled with infatuation.
Love from your dearest and probably your only friend,
Megan
All I needed to know was that he loved me….
And that was the beginning and the rest of the end.
Because at the end of the day,
I knew that he could just about get away with everything by the way he loved me.
He looked at me somberly as though he knew and I laughed it off because I knew exactly what it meant.
As he gently whispered in my ear,
“No buts, I wouldn’t love anything more than you. Or anyone.”
O lover how I do think of you so often as you haunt me within my body and my soul and deep within my deepest desires and mostly, my heart.
O love, how you despise the wretched torment of life’s sadness;
O love; I get drunk off of it.
Your nectar; your sweetness.
Your doubts your fears.
Obsessions of a young woman almost in her prime.
You make me giddy. Like a young girl once more.
How the night compares to roses in my hair and how they grow in my heart.
You make me feel like there really are roses in my hair;
But O to grasp your heart.
You know, one can never wish to grasp their thorns but O how your heart surrounds mine.
Like flowers in winter.
Like Summer in Springtime….
I need you most of all.
Please love, do say you love.
Do say you love me like that!
I’d be ecstatic to know the mere feeling.
I dream of you most.
Mostly more than often most of the time; you are the one making love to me.
Loving me….
Loving me….
Although I know we can never be.
Dream of me tonite….
His darkness matches the same as mine for (I loved [him] not for the way [he] danced with my angels, but for the way the sound of [his] name could silence my demons.)
He translates night into day by making love to me.
My ebb and flow; his thrusts and pulls.
He is the perfect pill I love to take.
He is surrounded by beauty and until morning; the moaning of ecstasy had stopped.
I left him like a broken soldier;
Like a child lost in the woods; paralyzed by my body.
O when and how will I sleep….
Until you return to my body and break the fragments of glass into water.
Fiery dragons; gusts of mouthfuls of fires was what I had to go through to get to you.
Return to me beloved.
Make love to me;
Fuck.
Me.
Harder.
Fuck.
Me.
Very.
Hard.
I am your strength; I am your angel.
Love me till I am warm again.
And I will give you my warmth and my strength.
Love me harder darling.
Be that reptilian beast I once knew.
Give me blood sweet,
O how I love your lips on mine; tongue in my mouth.
Love me tenderly;
Tell me sweet nothings in my ear;
Make me horny.
Love my Body.
O how my stupid mouth can often run very far;
Enjoy me roughly….
Forgive me.
Enjoy my presence as I enjoy yours.
1. (Christopher Poindexter)
I am quickly learning that I am my own antagonist and that life’s lessons had always been the protagonist in reality. “But how do you know this?” One might ask…. well, they say that when life gives you lemons you gotta learn to make lemonade with it. One lesson I’ve learned was actually also from an Ariana Grande song. It was actually “Thank U, Next.” I kid you not, that song was a good example of the certain people that come into your life to teach you things. I’ve learned that distancing yourself from people is actually very healthy because people are distracting and it doesn’t matter who you meet, they’re all toxic.
Things happen for a reason and you soon learn that all the connections you’ve ever made were for good reason. It depends on who and what kind of people you put into your life. They usually are there to teach you life lessons. From ex-boyfriend to heartbreak, there’s a lot of things you learn about yourself just by looking into a mirror. Sure, it’ll take you to a dark place but the real issue is that you learn that you are much more stronger than your emotions and feelings. The real goal is to learn to find yourself. After that you find yourself, and you find your soul…. Find a good place you wanna be at and then imagine that you are there because your mistakes are your learning tools and are a part of you. Your achievements are things you should live off of unless you wanna be a winner. Don’t let your mistakes and your haters drag you downhill.
Noticing who you are and doing the right things and also the things you like to do, are a key component in the protagonist called life….
I fell in love with an island.
He was as rough as the seas,
Mightier than the wind,
Hot as the sun,
As dark as day and night combined.
I fell in love with a man whose love was like a river,
His soul as hollow as seashells,
But he didn’t love me.
He dropped me in his river and I nearly drowned.
He rocked me with his shells.
He couldn’t love me.
Yet last night;
He did….
And left me alone; wandering; isolated.
But I loved him. Stay safe….
My tin soldier.
a villanelle, in which the rhyme scheme is ABA ABA ABA ABA ABA ABAA
By starlight I’ll kiss you.
And promise to be your one and only….
To love you forever.
And if this is not true,
I will do anything for you to be near me.
Please say it’s just you and me; together….
I promise I will take care of you
as long as there is a you and me
I will love you for the worse or for the better.
Constellations surround you
By starlight I’ll kiss you, you see….
And promise to be your one and only forever…..
I am telling you that I do.
Please trust me.
For our bond is like a cord that cannot sever.
I will always miss you.
And if you never had that clue
I love the thought of you and me
And together we will live happily.
I know times have been very hard for you and you’ve been busy much.
I just haven’t had the time to come on over to see you but you know I do see you with what little time I have.
I know you probably think it’s bullshit, but you give girls butterflies in their stomach and you make them feel like they’re made up of stardust and constellations.
You make me feel like the sun that rises up in the morning even though on some mornings, I wish to fall back to sleep.
O how I wish I could just say that I love you, and just like that, you’ll be mine. Please say you’ll be my forever and my always.
We were just shooting stars that eerily crossed into each other and made other stars fall when it was once upon an us.
I loved you a long time ago, and I’m pretty sure I’ll be loving you all the time for forever and I’ll be yours and you could be mine we had always thought; until I found myself in your arms and your heart was mine and my heart was yours.
And this was why; because we both knew we’d love each other some day. Because the truth is love, you make stars fall and you line them up in star-paved roads to places I wanna see and get to know.
You make me feel like I have flowers and sunlight in my hair.
Your constellations are a map I wanna trace and your shooting stars are the ones I wanna wish on.
And that is why we fall in love. It is fate.
But this is a poem about now, and why stars and constellations fall down.
I’m always seeming to find out that I’m loving you all over again.
The first time on that ship, I never knew much about America nor American tradition. I…. I was just a clueless Italian woman who got a ticket to go to America due to my good looks.
Then as we were dropped off the ship, I was taken to what was and Northern America; New York.
I vowed to be just like my husband. A sailor. The first woman sailor as I signed my divorce papers in front of the whole of the court.
There began my story.
And then there was Tommy.
Tommy Tucker.
A dog barks in the distance as fireworks light up the sky.
There was nothing more relaxing than the cold, bitter air and the smell of pine in Summer.
Me and my boys were good to go.
We rushed toward the end of the road that took us to a nearby pond.
Our hearts were racing as we planted thee American flag.
“Here we are boys!” I yelled.
It was 1963 of July the fourth.
We were just Italian-American losers coming from battle and o how beautiful the sight.
We got drunk on that night,
Just us, the dog, our pickup truck and the flag while in our hearts,
“America The Beautiful” was singing.
There was nothing so quiet as the night.
I lost everything I’ve ever wanted.
Everything I’ve ever wished for.
I wished.
For you.
But the world doesn’t grant wishes,
And wishes don’t come true.
But in some cases; you prove they do.
Goodbye.
And goodnight.
For you I was extra soft.
And an extra sorry fool.
I was never smart in love but at least I know where it ended.
Love, I beg you to tell me you love me.
I was consumed by the night.
Fuck your colors; what would I know about colors?
I’m as of now selfish and fucking color-blind by love.
Your colors consumed me
But the night was more of an adventure.
An enchantment I wish to pursue.
You were my other half.
Your body used to be like that. An adventure I liked to pursue.
I worshipped you like a God.
But for as bitter as I am my heart can’t take anymore.
With starlight in your eyes and day and night in your pocket; the way I think about you….
I cannot resist but to write.
you were my moon, my sun, and all my stars.
And you still are….
You’re like fireworks in the dead of night.
You shine bright and the light shone through your face.
And I saw you in colors I’ve never seen before in my life.
You’re my shooting star.
And you can’t say you love her and not me because I see you when you look at me.
But the green light was never really meant for Gatsby although you know all your signals turn green on me….
And I’m confessing that I love you…..
All over again
Until I’m back to square one.
Baby you’re a firework;
Come rescue me darling….
Return to me.
You talk like you’ve invented magick into being through your lips, and sometimes I still seem to think that I still see that the same magick still seeps through your soul….
It had been a while but you make me believe in magick.
You make me believe in love.
And although magick is and may never will be real, you sure know how to enchant my soul and ensnare my heart.
Though your heart be cold and your soul be callous, you’d be the one that saves me.
And you’re magickal.
You tend to come in my thoughts whenever clouds surround the stars as the constellations fall down in the skies.
And then you remind me of stars in a forest on a moonlit night and I get lost in your eyes every single time in a foggy abyss.
Whisper to me that you love me….
At this time, I had given up killing my lover’s enemies and then some to kill the time.
But then….
I had found my lover’s soul in his son.
He was a whole new different man than his father the first time I saw him again.
I held him as a baby when the time came for my lover to die.
Thus my lover had given my chosen one the breath of life and a fate as troubled as my own.
I left my fate back to the stars. So unsure that it was him. But little did I know; a very recognizable young man told me I don’t have to worry.
Ah…. my nephew.
We were all born chastened and damned for being the dreamers.
I remembered that; but had I gone mad….
I looked at him and thought of his son all the time….
But so damn unsure.
Until he knew;
And I knew it.
He was mine.