Well I don’t have a true topic tonight. Just have a lot on my mind and decided that I’ll free write for a little hope you like it :)....
Every1 wondered what I saw in him. I guess it was the fact he could make light outta any situation that was grim. We shared intimate conversation in2 the wee hours of the night. While he comforted me to make sure everything was all right. His words soothed me like a lullaby. As the way a mother would quite a baby’s cry. He made love 2 me verbally. As he penetrated me mentally. But never once touched me physically. One time was all it took. Like a drug I was hooked. I soon became just another name in his book. There was Emily Dickinson, Elizabeth Bishop, and Maya Angelou just to name a few. As the long list of names of woman he had wooed continuously grew. He was the Casanova of words. As he enticed each one of us with adjectives, nouns, and verbs. I wondered if he whispered to them the same sweet nothing. As he filled our mind and made us like something. As we shared the same thoughts of the same man. He had us all eating out his hand. Sometimes he would disappear for days at a time. That’s how I knew that he wasn’t all mines. But as soon as I thought of him he would return and everything was fine. He took his rightful place in controlling my mind. With all these women before me. I wasn’t the only one in love with Poetry. With a kiss and a promise to see me later. There’s no doubt Poetry is a player…
Every1 wondered what I saw in him. I guess it was the fact he could make light outta any situation that was grim. We shared intimate conversation in2 the wee hours of the night. While he comforted me to make sure everything was all right. His words soothed me like a lullaby. As the way a mother would quite a baby’s cry. He made love 2 me verbally. As he penetrated me mentally. But never once touched me physically. One time was all it took. Like a drug I was hooked. I soon became just another name in his book. There was Emily Dickinson, Elizabeth Bishop, and Maya Angelou just to name a few. As the long list of names of woman he had wooed continuously grew. He was the Casanova of words. As he enticed each one of us with adjectives, nouns, and verbs. I wondered if he whispered to them the same sweet nothing. As he filled our mind and made us like something. As we shared the same thoughts of the same man. He had us all eating out his hand. Sometimes he would disappear for days at a time. That’s how I knew that he wasn’t all mines. But as soon as I thought of him he would return and everything was fine. He took his rightful place in controlling my mind. With all these women before me. I wasn’t the only one in love with Poetry. With a kiss and a promise to see me later. There’s no doubt Poetry is a player…
Hi Tawana,
ReplyDeleteI loved your poetry. It was beautiful. Thank you so much for sharing. You grabbed me in from the first line. It had been a long time since I had written poetry but I did write a poem when my dad passed away in january this year. Perhaps I will share it sometime. I really enjoyed yours.
-Dawn
Thanks Dawn!! :)I love writing and I can sit for hours and just write poetry. lol but for some odd reason writing essay’s is like pulling teeth with me. I just started back writing. I experienced a lost also and just lost the passion to write. Thanks again
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