tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68516916775919230082024-02-19T05:35:36.376-05:00QueenSoulSista.... the Beginning of No ReturnAll roads begin here.. lead to the universe... and extend into the minds of our existence. Nothing unfelt and unheard can be tasted.
This is the realm of a supernatural, metaphysical, realistic, artistic, eclectic force field of truth, understanding, deep passion, tough love, entertainment and knowledge. Where peace is soul and soul gives to the spirit. Love.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13526482543854515766noreply@blogger.comBlogger75125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6851691677591923008.post-46725480613035029712012-09-03T17:55:00.005-04:002012-09-03T17:55:45.991-04:00Endless Realisms
* I closed my eyes and a poem appeared, but I couldn’t read it in the dark.
Something raw just spoke in my mind and all the other voices tried to overshadow what it was saying to me.
Just because I speak of the sensitivities of my clitoris aloud to myself & you, does not mean the caress of your tongue can soothe between my pants, what blowing does for extremely hot foods.
Yet, you blow my mind with your arrogance & egotistical explanations of “I am listening but I don’t hear you because my own mind already has 10 million voices that are more important than you.”.
I could shoot my brains out & hope the grey matter splatters on the floor & walls just so you can see & read more clearly into exactly what I know & think, because telling you has no purpose when I serve it on a platter.
Make you piece together all the peace I ever felt & see if your puzzle of me comes back to the same way you last thought of who I was supposed to be & how u were supposed to “know” me.
Maybe you can grab your mallet and crack my legs wide open like a hot seafood platter & see if you can taste the juicy, meaty goodness inside, because this outside shell is my only barrier for protection from pain & vulnerability.
You could probably kiss the lips of my pussy & see if that makes me any more of a woman because when it comes from the lips of my mouth, the words has less of a meaning to where the impact should be spoken & respected.
Why lay down & listen to the rain, when I can go out in it with my umbrella but hold it to my side & let the moisture pour from my legs of a everlasting waterfall & shower of what nature intended to be the most prized element next to Holy Water.
A woman’s virtue is written in Proverbs 31. These are our rules to be what we are. Yet a man’s responsibility is supposed to be enough example & encouragement for us to even consider following the path laid for us..
There is no plan to engulf & consider for love & my life. I don’t have a ticking bomb wrapped on my wrist because my Gods did not CREATE TIME! ”T”hey “I”nvented “M”emories “E”ndless to what we once read & believed, but now are corrupted by todays laws that the 3 Wise men, Jesus & his 12 Disciples, Moses & Noah had NOT formed guidance from.
Our people are dead. Causes they died for & these past 6 generations have been killed endlessly for. There is no end to evolution but this revolution has seized the efforts of hope for the futures relived imaginations. In which, I will not birth from my vaginal walls, a slave of this or the next generation.
I will keep birthing a spoiled child inside my soul & my youth & watch it grow inside my hopes, dreams, adventures & reality. Creating a legacy that X&Y chromosomes could not pair together because My Creator was not a scientific, researched & experimented project.
-QSS 9/4/12Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13526482543854515766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6851691677591923008.post-27044910968361795802012-09-03T17:51:00.005-04:002012-09-03T17:51:53.725-04:00In My Own EyesI was 12 when i lost my birth right.
Lost the joyous air that gave me life.
Still, to this day, I do get uptight.
I know she put up a graceful fight,
But,
I never got to witness the beauty in her sight.
I witnessed her struggle though.
I witnessed the parts of her life die slow.
I was 7, & with sisters, we were taken.
A child removed from its home,
I was mistaken.
We were never to return to the home that gave us life.
Where my sisters & i put up a great number of fights.
Where our basement was a school,
& we had freedom with no restriction or rule.
But she had restrictions at the doorstep.
She couldnt remove her habits to help herself survive.
Because no one helped her when she was alive.
& her seeds were too young to mentally be by her side.
But she tried.
Tried to do what was right but her past life was still dirty.
She couldnt change that, but her future, was getting clean.
She was clean; face clear, smile beautiful & sirene.
Wanting to reunite with her girls of 3.
So She begged & pleaded spiritually on her knees.
God had given her a Yes, but her own birth right forever said an unforgiven No to her pleas.
I did not witness her cries.
But we all witnessed the lies.
A house of disorder set to flames,
Only with our anger could we be the remains.
I was 12 when I lost my birth right.
As I loss, I gained something else.
I gained my own life.
Had no 1 to tell me how bad the menstrual pains of life would be.
So I pushed to fight,
With my Siblings of Temporary Rivalry.
There was never a clear winner because we all lost.
As, from us, she tried to gain.
But when age 14-15 came
There was no love left to remain.
We 3, called names for her heavenly sake.
Trifling, selfish, dead like your mother, ungrateful asses.
And that final day I broke free of her shameful past.
She had disrespected our birth rights’ ashes.
A bag of clothes & belonging, she was there, tossed like trash.
And just like we lost her, so had we became, to our grandmother & her respect.
Yes, she carried us through her orphanage.
But she too, restricted us at her doorstep.
Kicked out.
We became each others birth rights.
We dared to live for her fight.
As bloods boiled, we thickened our skin.
Fought the evil circumstances that wanted to get in.
And we were alone to begin.
Tried building our own home.
We did.
I think back to the strength of my birth right.
Over the years, many times helpless & homeless.
I see myself fall into her light.
Many times successful but failing each battle I fight.
I see her in the mirrors of my sight.
When 21, a grown woman in my own eyes.
But no womanly talk from my birth right.
That impossible feat that I yearned.
So I shed 21 hours of tears that age 12 had not learned.
My strength had not been evil or burned.
It was, making her happy with my life that got me by.
It was a spirit there saying it’s finally ok to cry.
And that Mothers Day of 2010, with tears pouring from my face i saw the color of the sky.
In my own eyes.
-A Daughter. TJW.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13526482543854515766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6851691677591923008.post-65577150131189998212012-09-03T17:51:00.004-04:002012-09-03T18:14:14.748-04:00The Circle Monologue
He was Mr. 2012. Young Forever.. My mutual commitment to the relationship. Priceless Ring of Always & Forever engraved in our hearts. We did things the right way. He knew me inside & out & he knew how to deal with a female like me. He wore the crown. Mutual actions & love for each other at the same time. Travel meant nothing but more time for us. Family loves me & I love them. Sitting in at that wedding, I thought about us, just as Mom & little Sis did & we laughed about it. We were poets inside our own Hollywood Divorce. He shared my world. We beat the distance. Competitive & the right amount of aggression, we knew how to give each other space. Gave all of ourselves, made home, home. Conquered issues most couldn’t from previous relationships. We could pray together & await a world greater for ourselves & he helped me emotionally even when he couldn’t be. Everyone awaited our wedding. Our friends were in a close knit family even before He & I began. We fit together like the last 2 pieces of loves 50,000 puzzle. But our communication fell silent out of anger when it needed to scream loudly. I was so mad, he didn’t get a shot for a 2nd chance he deserved. Outkasts. I finally started to forgive myself. We’re still family & friends.
He was video games, guitar playing, Mr. High off life & herbs. Never spoke in class but watched silently all year long. Mutual unspoken words & coolness & that could have been all. Text messages & facebook conversations. Was younger than me, and in the end, that’s exactly how he acted. But he was the cool that I needed at the time. Gave him all I could give essentially. Written poetry & Painted pictures of Rastafarian hearts across the canvas. Had my entire heart wide open & in the end, shattered it like the broken urn of my heartbeats ashes. Mixed communication from the start of what was not Love to him, even though he said it, but lied and it was only Lust. Same with the girl who still had his heart. Sublime. Took a long time, but I think I forgave him. We’re still friends.
He was a lying immature man….. But I was open. Goofball & fun with all the same crowd of friends. Giving 2nd chances more than twice called for. We, me & his brother went way back, but not that far. Just cool kids enjoying life. I could’ve never been his wife but we were two cool ass “more than friends”. And more than friends, he got too close to his other friends. I pushed myself from his cheating ass. But he kept coming back with broken promises that taught me not to trust. Kept apologizing & asking if he could do more. To give me more communication & make up for the pain. The final answer. NO. He helped me set that standard. Never forgiven. We’re not friends.
SHE was beauty, brains, body, elegance, & intelligence. African Queen like me, & she was…. A sight to see. Campus events & a shy way to catch my eye, but indeed she did as she put my number in her pink phone, If I can remember correctly. We emailed poetry back & forth & she captivated me with her French words & the way she could moved. Lips like mine & the kisses were sweet. A bit of jealousy with My bff who I already called Wifey because she wanted the title. But she did become my woman sure enough as soon as I was willing to love her that much.. And she too held a huge secret from me for a few months that I hadn’t seen her & it angered me much. A beautiful belly engulfed a beautiful baby girl I wanted to protect as my own. Then a proposal in front of me that made my heart sink. She’s had her beautiful ways of silently hurting me inside. After some trying times, she was forgiven. Communication steady at times. Our bond stronger & we share a small, yet strong collective of family. She will always be my friend.
This man was the growth I needed. Mr. I’m a grown ass man & I can show you how a WOMAN is supposed to be treated. He was the “this time is the last time” mentality. Sexy, baldhead, motorcycle riding, father & friend. Sweet hearted. Great friend to everyone. More than 10 years older than me & much more stable with his own life. As I was getting my own life on a great track. He supported me without giving too much leadway. Afternoon joy rides turned into late night of talking & falling asleep on each others shoulder. He knew what he was ready for & we respected our personal lives. “Treat each other the way you want to be treated” & we did just that. We had a lil Love Jones for each other & some people could see it. Routine down. The brothers joked around but protected me about age differences but saw what comfort we had. It was just that, too comfortable. We just mutually went our separate ways with a bit of pain to show for it. Communication was great, now not at all. We started as friends, ended the same way.
He was smooth with his words. Tall & handsome but he was NOT dark. Tried for something ‘different”. Made all the right moves. Said he’d do anything for me, & he did. We had fun & talked some. Lived far but he could find me by just looking at the stars. Though between those stars, were his dark secrets. Things I wasn’t prepared for when we got closer. Play fighting turned into real fights & emotional clashes. Mental issues I could not help him solve. I tried my best to support him but couldn’t help him, could only protect me from the madness inside his mind & my own tragedies. His family was cool though. No warnings to anyone about the guy he really was. No money, no love, no feelings, could hide that disrespect from anger in a fight, that his communication chose, to call me a Bitch. I left everything & was Gone. For a second we were, but who knows if we’re still friends.
He was Mr. Baltimore, Pisces to my Pisces. King Neptune to me, Aphrodite. The musician to my poetry & his lyrics complimented me & I supported him. Could have been the one cause his heart & everything was the same as mine. Never see each other but spiritually felt the physical emotions we had. He was the tattooed, Yin to my Yang & no one from our circles needed to know, but most of his family knew. We had us, wrapped tight for safe keeping. He knew my spirit and my heart. Same struggles, moving, troubles & deceit from the outside world. We inspired & encouraged each other to do & be better in life & our crafts. I would give as he gave. But distance never brought us close. We could never be or give all of ourselves. Communication fell short & ceased within impatient urges to be together created anger. Never really had a chance like we thought. He’s still MY friend.
He was some kind of a thug. He had a heart though after I got to know him. He chose wisely & made right decisions on his own time. Never cared about his flaws. We hung out, laughed, got high & listened to music. Enjoyed life for what it was, got crazy & sometimes we argued like idiots. He loved my attitude & knew how to fight back with aggression. He enjoyed how I expressed myself through poetry, still to this day. Was never into extravagant things & just lived life as he wanted. I had a different kinda cool ass love for him. I was his ride-or-die & He had his way of words with me…. Same way he did with another Baltimore girl. He thought his words would keep a sista around but trust was gone after his own broken promises & excuses. He wasn’t ready, though he said he was & had 2 chicks set in his spider web & we had to confront him. I fought my way out. He was forgiven. He’s still a supporter. Communication cool cause he’s a sweetheart when he can be & we still talk shit to each other & have great conversations about life that is now. We’re still family & friends.
She is Mrs. Ready to Love. Always ready to love and live. Mrs. Willing to try anything once But never settling to have to change for someone not willing to love or give love back to her at the same time. She was once a broken female just ready to give love to whomever would tolerate it. But she’s learned what tolerating can get her. We talk daily & compare what good life could have been if we loved ourselves first. Aggressive in her pursuit of happiness, hoping that being happy alone is not the only way. Empty heart, broken promises, shattered dreams, hurtful lies, untold future, painful truths & a yearning to give back the love she openly gave to most. But she never regrets the choices she made. Always tried to make the next her last but forgetting that last doesn’t always end the same. And last doesn’t make the end a 1st place prize to be received. She is a Queen who knows her worth & shouldn’t be hurt in any relationship because she loves hard. But knowing hard is no enough to love because she still gets hurt by those she give her heart to. Now she asks herself, what is love & how much of it is real. She doesn’t believe is “actions speak louder than words” anymore because if actions speak truth but words hold lies, there is still no trust to account for either to work together. She is, a woman standing on the unsteady edge of love & life & what will make her happy when no one else, internally could. Our communication is very silent & I still talk to her in my mind. My only true friend.
He was looked at as Mr. Right. Supposed to be & hoped for. He was a good man that never showed me his flaws. He was a slick talker, “let us be friends & maybe something more one day because I like to flirt”. I did see the appearance of someone just like me.. Poetically inclined, musically tuned & certainly fine. “07″ took 5 years & then there we were. Finally! Last one I said I would ever give a ring to because I’m done looking for love & being hurt or wrong. But you can’t predict the future. Ladies man with a lot about US hidden. Mr. Social butterfly in the limelight, when the opposite of me wants quiet & most times he cant understand that. Wandering ways, always wanting to do for others but I had to open his eyes for the good of himself. Things started off “too good to be true”. I thought they did but TIME painted the bigger picture. I gave all of me when I knew & felt it was right. He took all of me & I had to wait so he could pilot his own “let me be prepared for love” flight. Its hard to forgive possible Mr. Right when he didn’t see me as Mrs. Right when the time was right. And yet, as much as it kills me, I let him have his way & we fight over Anything & Everything without compromise cause I loved him so hard. But he wasn’t ready. That hurts the most. Communication sucks & I yet still love him, still linger in my thoughts of “what now & what will be”…
Now he’s flying south of the border where he’ll be comfortable & I’m steady North on my “Space-intoxicated, always alone, waiting & wanting to be loved & in love the right way at the right time kind of life.” What are the chances…. Of our relationship he once called “friends”….
The Circle Continues.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13526482543854515766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6851691677591923008.post-84397777159290643732011-10-18T12:40:00.000-04:002011-10-18T12:48:24.527-04:00Style Me......Let me define individual style....I dont see the lights that we call fashion as a means for attention.
My sense of style is only for me. I dress the way I feel. Others dress to be seen. People wear certain things and labels as a means to fit in society & to be accepted by their peers.
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You shouldnt have to dress a certain way to be accepted. If people dont like you because of your clothes, then you dont need to surround yourself with those people. I have a spiritual freedom to the way I express myself. I am the voice that no one can speak for. Walking in my own shoes.
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As a visual artist & seamstress having a fashion design & merchandising major in college. I can appreciate the aesthetic of apparel more than the normal shopper. The term fashionista sits with me, BUT..... I am more of a collector of natural, authentic vintage apparel. Antiques always give me a sense of purity by witnessing fashions from the 50s & 60s. The textiles were stronger and more luxuriously fit. Garments were manufactured better items werent rushed through mass production factories. I am more of the Natural hippie chic, unisexed business casual, urban, galactic goddess inside her own realm. Very different & extremely eclectic. Never caring what anyone things.
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Shoes & undergarments.... My main accessories in life.
I'd rather live my life naked in my natural, beautiful skin..... But we all know that is not possible, maybe. Anyway, I can honestly say my fetish is for shoes. I will buy 3 pair of shoes before I even think about buying clothes to wear with the shoes. I always saw it harder to buy clothes, then have trouble finding shoes to match. I see it happen too much. I have a thing for having what no one has, & recreating items with my art.
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Victoria's Secret, Chuck Taylors, high heels & alot of vintage no names.... Loafers, silk high-waist briefs (granny ps), thigh high socks, neckties, suspenders, cords, corset bustiers & bras, cardigans, retro eyeglasses, mens blazers, high waist pants, equestrian boots, button up shirts & vintage or organic cotton retro tshirts & skirts. Though im more of a black colored woman when it comes to a color palette for my wardrobe, there is always a natural toned accessory or piece that accompanies & compliments the dark tone. Blacks, greys, whites & blues. Anything with great textile & design aesthetic, strong fabric quality.
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Artistic value has alot to do with what I choose to buy and wear on my body when it comes to apparel. My clothes define parts of who I am as a person because I let my clothes speak for me. My personality is strong because im not afraid to challenge the norm and create my own box. Disregarding what society has to say about me. Compliments come from confidence and the way you carry yourself in what you wear. If the clothes dont fit or feel right, then I dont feel right. And its not very often that I dont feel right. Love what you wear & wear what you look. Whether your clothed or not. Accept your gifts & be confident in you.
-QueenSoulSistaAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13526482543854515766noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6851691677591923008.post-90642064628313138582011-10-17T14:18:00.000-04:002011-10-17T14:20:03.985-04:00No TitleMy love for you is strong.
Beating deeper than my heart.
This is my drunken love song.
With no controlled rhythms or inhibition.
I see your beautiful nature as my art.
You are the muse to a canvas not yet in creation.
I carry your spirit with me on these adventures.
Everyday we intertwine our mental souls.
Growing stronger in our world without amateurs.
Forming new life, our mission, our goals.
Building a home of love in natural form.
This is our life.
Fire & water, defeating the storm.
-QSS
I woke up reaching for you. Mentally stretching my brain to grab you. Since I physically can't feel you, I hope this touches you. I love you.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13526482543854515766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6851691677591923008.post-91886727715937909812011-10-17T13:55:00.000-04:002011-10-17T13:55:17.481-04:00About to write.....Morning thoughts surface my mind of the night before.
Sexual tension escalates deep in my bones.
Imagining that i was in bed & he was walking through the door.
This is my heart, my soul, within his home.
I was about to write but the blood in my hands wouldn't pour.
I got caught thinking, why is my body alone.
Spirit, heart & emotions are spilled out on his floor.
Left for him to pick up piece by piece.
For him to recover & bring back to life.
Desperate for his love to be my release.
Calling him husband & I, wanting to be wife.
To be the life partner & soulmate left in peace.
Together we evolve this Earth.
Naturally we are lifes love giving birth.
I forget how to say... Words I was about to write.
He takes away my breath.
Gasping for air until there is nothing left.
He holds me close.
Closer than letters combined to prepare words.
Though there are no sentences left to compose.
It is his love that makes me weak.
I was about to write, but theres no need to speak.
Complete.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13526482543854515766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6851691677591923008.post-7744941193396750582011-09-09T13:27:00.001-04:002011-09-09T13:27:13.353-04:00Love excels......I believe that love is above the highest creation that we can encounter as living beings & organisms on this Universe. Whether it be Supernatural, spiritual, atypical, emotional, of the moment, sympathetic, fantasy, realistic, morbid, abstract, eccentric, religious or superficial...<br />
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There is no other emotion that translates greater than love!<br />
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-QSSAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13526482543854515766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6851691677591923008.post-55075706667979858172011-09-08T12:08:00.002-04:002011-09-17T10:49:51.966-04:00Hallucinations<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyVJHKowyCVDqyGKbusRGfbtB83aSPZIOygUXK7s6YoSvFbz2bzMlEBmbHCYgTbgqOYvtaiUHblPJy_xjuOGzKyt-NvFgALBCnJ_13xw_KVldQVqywx5iNjQgRXN8pESU9Wi-jQibDuOYd/s1600/space%252520fireworks%252520love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="171" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyVJHKowyCVDqyGKbusRGfbtB83aSPZIOygUXK7s6YoSvFbz2bzMlEBmbHCYgTbgqOYvtaiUHblPJy_xjuOGzKyt-NvFgALBCnJ_13xw_KVldQVqywx5iNjQgRXN8pESU9Wi-jQibDuOYd/s320/space%252520fireworks%252520love.jpg" /></a></div><br />
09/07/2011 11:15am<br />
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I've always saw you at the bar of my imagination.<br />
Tending to the outgoing customers of my dreams.<br />
Pouring shots of love into glasses covered with sugary, sweet kisses.<br />
<br />
Dressed to impress had been the plan, displayed with full preparation.<br />
Engaged in first sight, holding back screams.<br />
Having visions of touch come true, defeating previous mirages.<br />
<br />
What I feel, can now be seen.<br />
What was dreamt, has been brought to life.<br />
When once, closing eyes meant touching the future of a life not lived.<br />
We surpass the goals of moments imagined to spend with each other.<br />
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A freed feeling of being high amongst the clouds of an inhaled adventure.<br />
Trips are taken to explore the realms of a future world.<br />
A futuristic life of 2.<br />
<br />
Sharing the emotions of "high on life" bonds chemically fulfilled within them.<br />
It is a Natural Love substance that intoxicates every emotion. <br />
Holding the handcuffs with narcotics I can't claim innocence from.<br />
<br />
There is indeed a world of the unknown.<br />
Unaware of the power within two spirits, the dosages we intake have created a love bound spell.<br />
Potions of an undying love forming together as one heart with timeless beats.<br />
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We are chosen, have chose the poisons that intertwine as the powerful test of ecstatic, emotional effervescence.<br />
We engulf ourselves in our own Romeo & Juliet drug of never ending love.<br />
Where deep passion lies within the kisses that are breathtaking.<br />
<br />
We take each others minds & inject pieces of our souls to form the missing parts of previous life.<br />
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Preparing the weak, tingling feelings of what penetrating beyond the skin can do. <br />
Becoming addicted to the intervention services of a hearts' truest form of dependency.<br />
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We share, life's last impressions of what futures hold,<br />
Love............<br />
Without rehab.<br />
Beyond the hallucinations of the dying world.<br />
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~QSSAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13526482543854515766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6851691677591923008.post-46647641228742289002011-07-28T16:51:00.001-04:002011-07-28T16:51:59.586-04:00The First Time7/27/11<br />
8:55am<br />
<br />
Riding on the long road of anticipation.<br />
These train tracks define minutes to hours left before I reach you.<br />
A bumpy feeling jumps on my body,<br />
Same as the beats in my heart.<br />
But I am dreaming.<br />
Floating above the Earth are the butterflies in my stomach. <br />
This high, nostalgic presence takes me over.<br />
A window seat passenger on the plane to your heart.<br />
Carrying a round trip ticket of love, <br />
Wanting a one way exchange for your heart.<br />
Watching the big hand take charge,<br />
The little hand falls behind every hour.<br />
Time seems to be moving backwards & stumbling over seconds before I reach you.<br />
This meeting is so presidential to me,<br />
More than greeting Obama because you are my Commander in Chief.<br />
And the National Defense of your heart resides with the Prime Minister.... Me.<br />
A King & Queen of sorts.<br />
We gamble with Diamonds as collateral in late night Clubs with the best Spades of the trade to win each others Hearts. <br />
After years of greetings & salutations,<br />
We bought our own share of Hallmark.<br />
But finally the words on card stock could not be seen anymore.<br />
I feel the braille on your lips & read my way to your thoughts.<br />
The journey has stopped & my feet are touching ground.<br />
Heart racing to the bold white line,<br />
where 1st place is the warmth of your touch.<br />
Daily practices of charging laps around the world,<br />
Just to get to the biggest event of the year.<br />
Olympics of our lives together.<br />
Running past the byways & lanes of people following their own destinations.<br />
I must meet my goal to reach you.<br />
Through those exits I can finally see you.<br />
I am stuck.<br />
And my heart stops.<br />
This is,<br />
The first time.<br />
<br />
-QSS.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13526482543854515766noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6851691677591923008.post-10047184564787256672011-07-28T16:29:00.001-04:002011-07-28T16:29:28.602-04:00Looking At This Cloud PT. 1 & 26/9/11 <br />
7:35pm <br />
<br />
Upon the skies. These shades of soft blues create bolder hues in my mind! Between white feathered clouds and faded yellows, sets the mood for a calm sunset. Big beautiful magnolia trees create a reflection in the sky. Different directions of the earth and there's a whole different stage to the world above us. Like Gods' flashlight still enforcing a ray of hope down to his children. His gift to give us sight to breathe in his air among the wind. I see blue ripples like dyed fingerwaves of Mother Nature. Scattered clouds filled with precipitation & life............... Tbc......<br />
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6/19/11<br />
5:40pm<br />
<br />
Sitting outside. Watching the clouds on this front porch of life. Wooden to the core, like the nature of my roots. I'm trying to find peace. I close my eyes and take in this joy. Sounds of birds chirping in trees, reminds me of laughter when children are being tickled by their parents. A playful essence of what wildlife can bring. Huge trees embrace the land as protectors of the world. It is the Earth that carries me while I'm here. Crickets rubbing legs together like the chatter of old women gossiping at brunch. They hold the stories of our ancestors, unforgettable and outspoken. Gaze beyond the distance into space, into another dimension. But it is the clouds that stop me. They appear as barriers so that I can not peek past this atmosphere. This life rings music to my ears. Only the blues, the sound of the clouds. Different shapes hold different tones and melodies to distract me. I can't read the music, but I can see it, can hear it, but can't feel it. Though as I look at the white pillows laid sporadically between the blues in effervescence, I dream of tasting the moisture inside their bodies. They are the waters best element. A beautiful process of condensation in the stratosphere. I have no fear.<br />
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~QSS.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13526482543854515766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6851691677591923008.post-88559822024822763582011-07-12T10:25:00.001-04:002011-07-12T10:25:44.233-04:00Music to my ears06/04/11 (1:05am)<br />
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I hear the jingle jangle of your keys at the door.<br />
Building a sensation in my bones to move.<br />
Running to the door with my tiptoes on, like the pitter patter of children.<br />
Mouth inhale & exhales the wind of the outside world.<br />
Quiet storm.<br />
Raging inside like a lion ready to roar.<br />
On the prowl.<br />
I am the animal, you my prey.<br />
Listening to the shift of the lock to be undone.<br />
I hear you breathe.<br />
Smooth, jazzy sounds of a saxophone that your soul brings through the hinges.<br />
I wait, I listen, I reminisce. "On the love we had"<br />
Opening of the door brings in outside noises of today's hip hop & rap.<br />
The ignorant joys of today's society.<br />
I step back, disturbed, but turn to look at your body & soul of r&b, neo-soul, jazz instruments & harmonious oldies of the 60s through 80s.<br />
Like spoken word, your feet walking towards me relay the poetry voiced over the live band of your heart.<br />
I hear the mellow yearning tone of piano keys playing in each blink of your eyes.<br />
A song without words that describe what each pulsating beat of your life will deliver to me.<br />
A deep, passionate kiss.<br />
And that.....<br />
Is music to my ears.<br />
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-QSS.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13526482543854515766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6851691677591923008.post-48912631569753653032011-07-12T10:05:00.001-04:002011-07-12T10:05:58.269-04:00Midnight Spirit06/04/11 (1am)<br />
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Upon the stars I gaze into your heart.<br />
A constellation of arteries that tell the stories of your soul.<br />
Voyaging through the dark vessels of your deepest desires.<br />
I read you.<br />
Connecting stars as dots that pour together the blood in your veins.<br />
Feeding into your brain that is the home of who you are.<br />
A bomb in the night sky.<br />
Scattering awakened eyes to meaningful dreams & empty promises across the atmosphere.<br />
Breathing you in, I hear the songs of your existence.<br />
Past, present & future visions read between the spaces where stars aren't aligned.<br />
You are the spirit flute I dance to.<br />
Over burning fire wood, I throw enchanted ash to the flames that reach your heights.<br />
Heightened mind frames, elevated heart.<br />
You reach back to me.<br />
In the night.<br />
Beyond our being.<br />
Midnight Spirit.<br />
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-QSS.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13526482543854515766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6851691677591923008.post-30041878507515954462011-07-12T09:55:00.001-04:002011-07-12T09:55:54.128-04:00No Need for High Beams12am<br />
<br />
This moon is the most AMAZING tonight!!!!!! Its like one of my paintings illuminated in the night sky!<br />
Like the first street light to turn on on your block.... This is the calling. <br />
Time to turn to your home and engage in the night time.<br />
This night sky.<br />
So bright and powerful!<br />
Just like our love.<br />
Even darkened roads don't show signs of dimming.<br />
No need to drive with caution.<br />
So i follow the moon to the ends of the Earth & partner with the stars.<br />
Only to catch up to Neptune & land on his heart.<br />
He shines, with the Moon.<br />
No need for high beams.<br />
<br />
-QSSAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13526482543854515766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6851691677591923008.post-12491676955324346702011-06-11T09:35:00.001-04:002011-06-11T09:35:59.772-04:00Here's to you!!4/11/11<br />
<br />
Here's to you kid!<br />
<br />
Here's to you, embryo of the drunken mother & smoked out father.<br />
<br />
Here's to you, seed conceived in this world left ignorant to its gifts.<br />
<br />
Here's to you, for being birthed to begin life as a slave to Earth.<br />
Not even born yet but just know, you will be in this struggle.<br />
LIFE!<br />
<br />
Here's to you, growing stronger & weaker in your survival tunnel of a bruised & beaten mother of domestic violence.<br />
<br />
Here's to your 5 fingers & 5 toes on each hand & foot, like the older siblings not taught how to write.<br />
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Here's to your developing brain & the father who dropped out to bang in the streets & sell cocaine.<br />
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Here's to you, your eyes; may they get to see the light of day.<br />
In the darkness of your mothers womb.<br />
A hostage to her heart & his fist.<br />
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Here's to you, not knowing how to pray but there are angels for you.<br />
Protecting you against your life.<br />
Born into a world of ignorance.<br />
Some call it hell.<br />
<br />
So here's to you kid,<br />
May you bring a new justice & understanding to the life that came before your time.<br />
<br />
Before you were even born.<br />
<br />
Cheers.<br />
<br />
-QSS.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13526482543854515766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6851691677591923008.post-27415097889485069142011-06-11T09:27:00.001-04:002011-06-11T09:27:58.217-04:00Always Kiss Me Goodnight4/11/11<br />
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Always kiss me goodnight, <br />
Before the shattered glass of our dreams collapse to the floor.<br />
<br />
Always kiss me goodnight,<br />
Before the world decides to take advantage of the love we offer.<br />
<br />
Kiss me....... Secure & tight.<br />
Hold me........ Secure & tight.<br />
<br />
Remember to always kiss me goodnight.<br />
Before time calls us to oldened age.<br />
<br />
Always kiss me goodnight, <br />
Like the last blow of the heavyweight fight.<br />
Every night.<br />
Boxers in the Ring of Love,<br />
We fight.<br />
<br />
Never serious, just playmates in the sheets. We retreat.<br />
<br />
Before sliding into space of our dreams.. The words of love always redeem.<br />
<br />
Always kiss me goodnight.<br />
<br />
-QSS.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13526482543854515766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6851691677591923008.post-12846395317320435752011-06-11T09:22:00.001-04:002011-06-11T09:22:56.788-04:00i love you4/11/11<br />
<br />
I LOVE YOU.<br />
You........<br />
<br />
The one I love :-)<br />
<br />
Yep, deep down in my heart.<br />
I've fallen into a trap.<br />
<br />
Love Spells Of Time.<br />
Carried.<br />
<br />
I LOVE YOU.<br />
Just You.<br />
<br />
Heart, mind, body & soul,<br />
I have your spirit.<br />
<br />
I look, I listen, I feel, I crave, I miss........ YOU!<br />
<br />
I LOVE YOU.<br />
<br />
-QSS.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13526482543854515766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6851691677591923008.post-66493556942395626442011-06-09T23:41:00.000-04:002011-06-09T23:43:34.458-04:00The World is Collapsing4/11/11<br /><br />The world is collapsing.<br />The world is fallen.<br />Burning like the deepest Hell.<br />IGNORANCE.<br />DEATH.<br />VIOLENCE.<br />GREED.<br />GRUDGES.<br />DEAF.<br />Ears of every single person here.<br />Our societies & homes.<br />No substance. NO STRUCTURE.<br />This is the fallen glass of the shattered window.<br />We are bleeding.<br />Cut by dirty pieces of glass.<br />We are diseased. <br />Unhealthy & uncared for.<br />EARTH.<br />We are the cause watching the effect.<br />Slow Motion. SLOW DEATHS.<br />No fresh wind. No breath.<br />The world is collapsing.<br /><br />-QSSAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13526482543854515766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6851691677591923008.post-69222970721820025342011-06-09T23:33:00.000-04:002011-06-09T23:35:46.373-04:00EngulfedEngulfed<br /><br />April 7 2011 8:50am<br /><br />I want to express this feeling. I can't be helped without the question of money being present. Its not a sign, its just a calling. Call to the wild. Call to my spirits. Unsettled time elapses in my mind. Like unfinished sex in a room full of vultures. All watching & waiting to see what I will do next so they can have a chance to quench on my flesh. Angry & frustrated. Flustered, but I hold steady. Like the strength on a woman. Performing Kegels & holding his instrument of ecstasy inside her. He is already strong but she makes him stronger. I am the vagina & the penis. I engulf my insides & outsides to hold me high in honesty. Honestly I'm trying, had tried long & hard....... To push through openings befitting & unfit for me. Most times unasked, I have raped this society & gave it my unborn children, in my own culture, views, & talents. Like the man having no life destination, I throw the condom away & give this world all that I have, from the womb, my Queenly essentials. Pure creativity expanded in my spirit. I paint the lines of my emotions. Stroking lines of life onto many canvases! Sex for my soul comes closer & grows a deep tingling feeling inside my body. Touches my fingers like a cool breeze on the hots of 99 degrees in the summer. I quiver & the power exudes through me. Pouring an inebriated orgasm that couldn't be contained. I came on this planet. <br /><br />-SpaceMartian QSS.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13526482543854515766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6851691677591923008.post-66046639822336376482011-06-09T23:29:00.000-04:002011-06-09T23:33:17.837-04:00Ode to the Skies (1st flight)2/11/2011<br /><br />Cosmic shaded of your clouds escape into my eyes as the bird ascends its wings.<br />Elevated above a force of gravity where "FREE" in the home domain. <br />An alleviated feeling to exhale the world below & take on the wonders of the clouds.<br />A wonderland of sentiment & powdered sugared precipitation.<br />Pillowed clouds evolve into my dreams like the last imaginary sleep of my childhood. <br />I am home again.<br />Living in the freedom of an escaped world in the sky.<br />You are the source extended closeR to my planet.<br />Popping eardrums & illuminated visions of blue hues, white lights & bumpy turbulence.<br />Different shapes & densities of formulated clouds inside & above the atmosphere.<br />Stratosphere surrendering my soul.<br />I want to stay here.<br />A bird in your skies.<br /><br />-QueenSoulSistaAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13526482543854515766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6851691677591923008.post-25350074574108054672011-06-07T14:03:00.000-04:002011-06-07T14:05:36.564-04:00Vanilla TwilightHe keeps me in the Vanilla Twilight. Cascading thRough the galaxy of invisible imagination. <br />We're scooping our love out like the last beans of roasted vanilla.<br />Trying to start over & replenish the lost words from the lost world of our emotions. A distance that holds a aura of love out, in the palm of my hand.<br />I close my eyes to see the darkness in his light. The elements of the sun whose heat has melted my heart.<br /><br />Heard his vibrations in the winds of my waves.<br />Something about Reciting into my eyelids so the words disperse into my pores. Pouring honey filled drops of love unto my heart. <br />Vanilla.<br />Tasteful twilights.<br /><br />-QSS. Neptunes Martian.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13526482543854515766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6851691677591923008.post-35564588239575013012010-12-07T21:29:00.000-05:002010-12-07T21:38:41.080-05:00Suns' Obsession 11/22/10Watching the clouds overpass the sun/ a calm that morning dew sprinkles over daylight/ cognitive thinking for revolutions/ building a strength that the Earth couldn't hold/ inside my palms/capture a planet of green/ circular motion and motives/ we go round/ playing teether ball with the galaxy/ Neptune farthest away from being hit/ never captured/ never invaded/ unless invited inside my waters/ my planet/ he hurt me/ went for a swim/ left the river running dry/ carried back to his lions den/ she suffocates in the heat/ no water/ no wind/ no spirit/ no element/ like the last days of 2012/ the world stops/ no circulation/ last days/ last ways/ no evolution left to exist/ she breathes/ taking last breath for him/ and he steals it/ with greed and gluttony/ she is his element of lust/ little actual love in his heart/ he is a lion/ a king of pride/ where humility subsides/ is just a adjective/ no verb to build on the action/ not complete...... -#QSSAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13526482543854515766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6851691677591923008.post-37758636497724753432010-12-07T19:14:00.001-05:002010-12-07T21:09:44.839-05:00Mornings of Bliss ComposedMy alarm clock woke me/ I turned & there was another body in bed w/me/ Peace/ I lay there/ Staring thru the blinds/ the Sun.<br />Eyes burn/ heart pounding/ legs bare/ stretched/ thigh high socks kept warm/ thru sleep/ I actually slept/ a full nite/ Peace.<br />Out bed/ body stretched/ turn heat off/ bathroom/ brush teeth/ #BurtsBees facial cleanse/ look in mirror/ heat turned on/POW<br />Moments for meditation/ peace/ found inside.<br />Makin u oodles of noodles/ good ole ghetto lovin food/ feedin ur energy/ Bmore taste of Old Bay/ Hot Sauce/ taste my spices/ Heat<br />"Snuggle Up"/ warm blanket/ snuggled up/ VS Pink/ Blue knee high socks/ boyshorts/ alone w/ the music/ r&b/ old school/ mindframe.<br />Abt to lay in the dark... My old & new home! Daylight comes voluntarily to me when I want my planet to orbit the sun.<br />Skimming lines of ur poetry/ with my eyes/ my vision sees u/ performing/ silently/ for me/ naked/ in the dark/ I hear/ u. <br />Layin n the music/ ur melody plays/ live like stars/ n Space/ More peace tht orbits/ the circumference of my Planet/ i didn't plan it/ hadn't planned it/ Peace.<br />Darkness all around me/ I close my eyes/ your shining light blinds my cornea/ more than morning sight/ I mourn in the sunset<br />I formed a sculpture/ in clay/ wet/ I painted ur face/ in acrylic/ watched u get settled/ inside my hands/ welcome home<br />Squeaks in the bed/ creaks in the floor/ old wood/ old frames/ new feet walking/ ashy/ leaving chalky traces/ out the door.<br />I smile/ w/out facial muscles/ just my heart/ Face sincere/ Heart happy/ Happy feelings/ free spirit/ spreading/ your joy!<br />The dark isn't silent/ voices around me/ whispering/ ur name/ ur alias/ ur soul/ ur love/ I Love You Too/ Peace/ sleep in it.<br />Tired/ pulling covers up/ hoping dreams don't turn to nightmares/ to wake & reach for an invisible soul for help/ save my soul/ PRAY/ GN<br />Closing my eyes/ heavy/ I read u/ light/ lifted weight/ don't worry/ drop the world/ hold my hands/ carry the galaxy/ with me. #subtweet<br />I'm up/ sun shining/ brighter than bright/ are u calling to me?/ #subtweet/ inside my poetry/ my heart reads u/ Ring ring/ hello! #poetry<br />Laying on my left/ side that looks for you/ sees you with eyes open/ hands touch with eyes closed/ roll over/ come closer/ #poetry<br />Can I read you into existence/ in front of me/ I'll build you with my thoughts/ sit down beside me/ come hither/<br />I'm not residing on any planets right now! I'm in a outer space bubble of grey matter where I don't matter, to the world. A #SpaceMartian<br />Laying naked. The only freedom I have away from the universe I was born to.<br /> #TruthIs lately my mind has been tired of living so its put my body thru massive amts of pain & turmoil to be the outlet.<br />Don't make me feel like I'm not important, cause ima make YOU feel like you don't EXIST! #imjustsayin<br />The silence is getting deadly/ Venomous like the snake/ tatted on my stomach/ let it sink in til its gone/ I will be gone too #realitytweet<br />We dnt have the same attention span as we used 2/ Im lk a child runnin wild 4rm u/ U cnt force me 2 lay/ turn on the tv/ Cartoons!/ I'll stay.<br />Why can't your 9-5 just be entertaining me? Why can't I wear your heart on my sleeve?... Instead of mine! #isThatTOOSelfish<br />UP/ Brush my teeth/ #BurtsBees facial cleanse/ stretch it out/ wake & bake/ brush my teeth/ lay back down/ Relax/ Day Off/ #poemAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13526482543854515766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6851691677591923008.post-70081762101005828362010-12-07T19:03:00.000-05:002010-12-07T19:06:28.685-05:00The CreatorCreated 10/27/2010<br /><br />The essence of your spirit evolves around my soul. Orbiting the very element of my being, my heart beats within you. Captivating a life form unknown to hate, you're like the love lost created in a world of death. I carry you high, like the smoke from my incense. Lit fire to the flame, exhausting heat. Inside my womb....Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13526482543854515766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6851691677591923008.post-89340023797243215402010-10-21T15:33:00.000-04:002010-10-21T15:59:32.745-04:00America is the Congo!Getting the Americas off my chest!<br /><br />How, during segregation & depression, it was still easier to financially & economically live life with stability? Where'd that get fucked up?<br />With our freedom came Greed & the fight for more Power so in turn we still suffer more because of the debts that our Presidents put us in!<br />America has no substance for financial growth. How can America be so wealthy but our currency is so low as regards to other countries.<br />Our Presidents have borrowed so much money from other countries that we are OWNED & Bought back into slaveries of different races.<br />It'll be another 100 yrs & 4-6 Presidents later before we are paid off. Its like paying off credit cards & college loans as a whole nation to other countries!<br />I really wonder why anyone thought Obama was gonna change & fix the world in a year. Election times back around & now you're all disappointed in the man.<br />I didn't vote for change cause shit still got worse... Who's to say America has any of the best judgment in the world.<br />We can only claim America as 1 continent & country in a whole w/ states! Whereas the significance of other Continents having many countries!<br />All we have to claim is different accents as 1 America.. English language is the easiest to learn.. Think abt how many languages Africa has as 1 continent!<br />We have porn & prostitution here; Imagine that being your 4 year old sister oR daughter somewhere bought in a brothel in Asia or the Congo!<br />How would you feel if the govt told you tht you had to sell or kill your daughter because u already had 1 & our society had 2 many females?<br />Would you be ok w/ an arranged marriage to a complete stranger & be forced to love & live w/ them? Because you know, divorce means you're banned from society & now you have a reputation!<br />You wonder why every other continent HATES America? Because we chose to fall for & commit so much ignorance tht they care less in continuing to fund it!<br />New outfit?.. Says MADE IN WHERE?.. Not America!!! The only thing we have is Cotton to grow for slaves in other countries to make our shit.<br />I know some people that couldn't even READ a voting ballot that tries to ask for change.... Now how does that illiteracy sound!<br />We say as a country, that we love PEACE... But all we have is two fuckin fingers to show for it! That's no Proof!<br /><br />We try to fight the wars of other countries not looking at the one that we're need to fight within our own country. Wage a WAR.. Worldly Aware Rebellion.<br />America: The Congo!<br /><br />-QSSAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13526482543854515766noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6851691677591923008.post-31329194023226268292010-08-31T14:45:00.000-04:002010-08-31T14:47:09.568-04:00Just A Thought.... Gnarls Barkley inspiredAug 10, 2010<br /><br />Sitting back on this lounge chair of life.<br />Supposed to be relaxed but it feels more like a bed of nails.<br />Thin as needles and just as painful.<br />Though I am not bleeding, I feel like my soul is pouring out.<br />Moisture of tears.<br />Sliding down my face like water from a shower. Flowing in massive amounts, they refuse to stop like waterfalls.<br />I have fallen.<br />Not dropped to my ass but my knees have so become bloody and ashy.<br />There was no one to catch me.<br />No open arms and open hearts to gather my tears.<br />I'm in a great depression within myself.<br />Between broken spirit, swollen heart, dry eyes, restless body, aching mind.<br />Unable to sit still, I wonder when my time in life will slow down.<br />Maybe I have fallen to Earth's unimaginable timing.<br />Of all the space that I have, I now feel completely alone & I don't like the company.<br />I prefer something more like invited space where he can be encountered.<br />I can go on & on & on, but who cares?<br />I wish you were here.<br />Attacking this sorrow and building miniature smiles that I couldn't perform in myself.<br />If there was something in you that I couldn't see, maybe that secret could make some happiness for me.<br />Listen to my life, take my cries as calls for the surrendering fight from battle.<br />You be my hero, be my warrior, my savior.<br />Take me away and let us run far. <br />Off into another state, another land where we aren't known.<br />Start something new and take life as our own.<br />I want to see that for us.<br />A future.<br />Yet, right now I'm just stuck.<br />Living in my pain and sorrows.<br />Only seeing a dream with no dejavu.<br />Just A Thought.<br /><br />-QueenSoulSistaAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13526482543854515766noreply@blogger.com1