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Mar 2017 Atoosa

Lost

Mar 2017 Atoosa

ShenequaMonroe

Lost

He was my muse.
I took him into myself.
Became him.
Felt him
Knew him
While I was him
He was draining me
Killing spiritually my reason for being.
Forgot who I was in pursuit of building...him
And then dust settles...He became I.
And I was no more.

#love #hate #relationships #art #muse

Mar 2017 Atoosa

XVII (I do not love you...)

Mar 2017 Atoosa

Pablo Neruda

XVII (I do not love you...)

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

Mar 2017 Atoosa

February '17

Mar 2017 Atoosa

Bailey

February '17

I want my boyfriend back, I'm going crazy
.
Worry eats my life away
.
Piles and piles and piles and piles and pileS and pilES and piLES and pILES and PILES AND P I L E S of stress
.
I don't usually eat in the mourning
.
He left, but not really
.
Get the hell away from me, Ana
.
He still loves me
.
I could have some fun with this
.
He really loves me
.
Remember that he loves you, and that he is struggling and scared
.
Support him, love him, do not feel selfish
.
I know what I have to do and I will do it
.
I love you and I accept you
.
Danish friends
.
I miss our "What?"s and "Nothing."s
.
He called me Lovey
.
Snappy Cappy
.
Sometimes I need to lose myself to find myself
.
I touch the grass and I know what's real again
.
Calm
.
Casa Del Sol, R. S. Felker
.
I have to remind myself what's real
.
60,000 dollar scholarship
.
Doubt
.
Lonely
.
I can't tell if it's him or me that gives me vertigo
.
A chore so simple as sleep silently calls my name
.
It's easy to cry while doing dishes
.
Okay, I'm over it
.
Friends and Glee
.
Don't think about it
.
I want to be loved, please
.
Alone
.

Very hard month

Mar 2017 Atoosa

When You Come

Mar 2017 Atoosa

Maya Angelou

When You Come

When you come to me, unbidden,
Beckoning me
To long-ago rooms,
Where memories lie.

Offering me, as to a child, an attic,
Gatherings of days too few.
Baubles of stolen kisses.
Trinkets of borrowed loves.
Trunks of secret words,

I cry.

Mar 2017 Atoosa

Passing Time

Mar 2017 Atoosa

Maya Angelou

Passing Time

Your skin like dawn
Mine like musk

One paints the beginning
of a certain end.

The other, the end of a
sure beginning.

Mar 2017 Atoosa

Alone

Mar 2017 Atoosa

Maya Angelou

Alone

Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone
I came up with one thing
And I don't believe I'm wrong
That nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

There are some millionaires
With money they can't use
Their wives run round like banshees
Their children sing the blues
They've got expensive doctors
To cure their hearts of stone.
But nobody
No, nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Now if you listen closely
I'll tell you what I know
Storm clouds are gathering
The wind is gonna blow
The race of man is suffering
And I can hear the moan,
'Cause nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Mar 2017 Atoosa

A Conceit

Mar 2017 Atoosa

Maya Angelou

A Conceit

Give me your hand

Make room for me
to lead and follow
you
beyond this rage of poetry.

Let others have
the privacy of
touching words
and love of loss
of love.

For me
Give me your hand.

Mar 2017 Atoosa

Touched by An Angel

Mar 2017 Atoosa

Maya Angelou

Touched by An Angel

We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.

Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.

We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love's light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.

Mar 2017 Atoosa

Remembrance

Mar 2017 Atoosa

Maya Angelou

Remembrance

Your hands easy
weight, teasing the bees
hived in my hair, your smile at the
***** of my cheek. On the
occasion, you press
above me, glowing, spouting
readiness, mystery rapes
my reason

When you have withdrawn
your self and the magic, when
only the smell of your
love lingers between
my *******, then, only
then, can I greedily consume
your presence.