FREE FALL.

FREE FALL..

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FREE FALL.

Hope we are all having an awesome start to an amazing week… Monday blues? I love the colour so my day is just great… This next poem..(sigh), I don’t know where it came from but somewhere deep within me…Hahaha.. Fantasies. Enjoy!

FREE FALL

Once a little girl, 

Taught how to walk, ride a bike,

Many are the times I’d fall and cry,

They’d pick me up and comfort me,

But now, please, let me fall…

In love with him.

Many a time, I make careless steps,

I may slide or stumble,

They say I’m tripping but honestly,

It’s intentional,

So don’t give me a lending hand,

Because I want to fall…

In love with him.

Lemme fall because now,

On this very ground,

I see him much clearer.

No need to be high on any cloud,

Because in all sobriety I still say,

Don’t pick me up, lemme fall…

In love with him.

Gather a crowd, call the masses to come witness,

“You’re embarrassing yourself,” they say,

But truthfully… I don’t mind it one bit,

Allow me to soil myself with his love,

I will fall over and over again if need be,

As it is the cry of my sincere heart.

So lemme be, lemme fall…

In love with him.

To him that I love,

Don’t stop me I pray,

For it will be in vain,

They say love complements those who share in it,

Makes them better people.

My love, I have fallen,

If you wish to make me better,

Don’t pick me up, it’s a free fall,

So fall my darling,

Fall not for me…

But in all togetherness, fall…

In love with me.

THROUGH YOUR EYES.

Behold…another one of the works so precious to me. So…things I like in a guy.. mostly I look at the Spiritual and Character traits but when it comes to the Physical, I have to say that the eyes and smile do it for me… The eyes are a very powerful mode of communication. Have you ever looked into someone’s eyes without a word and feel like it was the most interesting conversation? Well.. I have. The eyes sometimes share information that the mouth cannot utter. Lemme let you in on a secret. To know my true emotions, look at my eyes.. my mouth may smile but if I ain’t smizing ((smiling with the eyes) for the analogue generation), then know it is not genuine (well not all the time)…as for the rest of my secrets, you gotta know me first… I can’t tell you all about my eyes because..let’s just say a little mystery doesn’t hurt.

So for that special set of eyes out there… This one’s for you:

THROUGH YOUR EYES.

I wonder how it feels like,

Seeing through your eyes,

Wishing you could see them like I do,

More spectacular than the sunrise,

Over the peak of your smile.

Lucky is the lass who sees them the path,

To that most coveted prize,

Thine tender loving and pure heart.

I wonder how it feels like,

Seeing through your eyes,

Bees might think them a honey hive,

For these caramel brown beauties ooze none but sweetness.

In them not even the best swimmers can thrive,

For occasionally, I drown… I get lost,

As I dance in the waves of your gaze.

I wonder if you know how it feels like, 

Looking into your eyes,

As tough as I may try to be,

A girl gets tongue-tied,

She may try play hard to get but…

Those eyes indeed…are hard to forget.

I try to avoid em but like a magnet they draw me back to you,

Their field and attraction…stronger when I’m close to you.

They captivate me…have me smiling like a fool.

I better be careful though,

Not to look at them too long,

For these brown definitions of sweetness,

Are just but my strongest weakness.

PIECES OF MY SOUL.

So, I rarely do this poetry thing.. Used to wonder how they (poets) get so rhymy and sentimental in their words but I got to understand.. it’s all about the muse. Mine..well, depends on life situations, movies I have watched, songs I hear… They give me this sudden burst of emotion, giving my all, making me feel like I have had my heart pierced and the words just ooze out of my mind like blood. It’s like I am in a trance till I place that final period where it’s supposed to be then I come back to reality. Some of these poems come with a tear, some nostalgia and some fantasy.

I keep most of them to myself but a good friend advised me to share it with the world, give them a little piece of my soul..(well not exactly but you get what I mean.. My soul is God’s alone).They ain’t quite perfect like Maya Angelou’s but they mean a lot to me.. Hope you enjoy this one entitled: IN MY DREAM..The rest will come with time.. Lemme know what you think.

IN MY DREAM.

In my dream, you are truly mine,

But in reality, you are truly a dream.

A dream so sweet, see now the cavities,

I need a doctor..to not only fill these gaps in my heart,

But also fill these holes in my soul with something else,

Something other than this sweetness I’m oh so addicted to.

 

In my dream, you are truly mine,

But in reality, you are truly a dream.

Don’t pinch me because I never want to wake up.

If I could, then know I would,

Live in this dream forever.

And should it turn to a nightmare,

You said, ” It means you ain’t tucked in well,”

So I hold on to my blanket a little tighter,

With the hope that I will continue dreaming,

Dreaming sweetly.

 

In my dream, you are truly mine,

But in reality, you are truly a dream,

With the rising sun, man departs from the warmth of his bed,

Out into the cold and unforgiving world where reality seems almost unbearable,

He awaits that precious moment of reunion with his sheets,

Where sleep gives him a comforting embrace and a first class ticket,

Destination Sweet Dreamland.

I too don’t wanna be left out on this trip…where all worries are forgotten,

But wait.. I am already here because,

Isn’t life just one big dream??

Then where does my dream and reality meet??

Pray tell me, I need to go there because I need to make this dream…

I need to make you my reality..