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QuickSand

QuickSand

I’ve tried to reach out, I’ve done all I can
Sincerely extending a helping hand
But wow you’re drowning in quick sand
You’re in too deep more than what I realized
That glamorous cover up was your disguise
It’s one big mess after mess
I don’t deal in drama and can’t do stress
Wow, its real high above your waist
It’s drowning you so fast and I refuse to keep up with the pace
Its drains me of all my energy
I cannot succumb to the negativity
It’s been real, I will hold on to some of the positive memories
Wow, it’s got you moving so fast
I cannot hold on, so on this one I will pass
It leaves me speechless; all I can do is gasp
I’m letting go now, i will intentionally lose my grasp.

I must withdraw and release you
So that I don’t fall in too.
I can barely breathe when I’m with you
I must relinquish my hold, loosen my grip
I cannot stop you now; sometimes you got to fall and trip
Slip and slide, a wild tumultuous ride
I cannot stride
It sucks, pulls you in and drags you down
It weighs too much for me to hang around
I see you drowning going in very deep
That quicksand is very steep
It’s pulling so fast and you don’t even know it
Drowning you daily, you won’t outgrow it
I tussled, tugged I reached and I pulled
I’ve taken several steps back when I saw your evil wolves
Dressed up as sweet little sheep
You really fooled me
But my third eye never sleeps
So right now I’ve decided to let go and press release
It takes too much to hold on so
I must say good bye, adios, peace.

Shivendra aka Da Write Chick
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Love is…

I suppose that today is the official love day
Or valentine’s day as it is called.
That we celebrate our love and being in love
And we give and expect to get
Material things that represent love
The cards, candy, plush animals, balloons, jewelry, flowers and so forth
Are all indicators of love or being in love some would proclaim
I guess I’m a little contrary to this dissolution.
That love is validated by “things” we give or receive.
Love for me is more than a teddy bear, flowers, candy or anything material.
Love for me is that willingness to sacrifice one self, compromise, genuine kindness,
tenderness, love is having another’s best interest at heart, being aware of another’s feelings, Love is listening attentively, sharing openly, caring empathetically, truly understanding and having heartfelt compassion for each other. Love is helping someone achieve their goals and dreams and encouraging them when they stumble. Love is in the little details, more than a feeling when you want something from someone or want someone to do something for you. Love is commitment, nurturing, loyalty, honesty, respect and selflessness. Love is something you know and don’t have to Google it, read about; it’s not just a Facebook post, or a tweet. Love is more than a feeling that comes like the wind that blows. Love is 365 days a year and should be celebrated daily.

Shivendra aka Da Write Chick

Storybook Romance Episode

STORYBOOK ROMANCE Episode

 

I saw him glance and size me up

Perhaps wishing I was the sugar or cream in his cup

He watched me as he blew and sipped

Oh my if I could be the coffee touching those lips

His lips perched so perfectly

Arching arrows to my heart boldly as he blew slowly

For him I would be that cool, gentle breeze

That he needs to ease the intensity of the heat

Our eyes lock and meet; intense steam as my heart beats

 So loosely, profusely I began to sweat

Was this my real love jones the one I would never forget?

I imagine that….

As he began to take his first step

Like a tiger on a hunt matrix like he crept

I ran my hands across my body to prep to be swept…

Off my feet, up and away

His eyes look me over like a Bugatti or Maserati on display

All this fine masculinity coming my way

So sleek and stealth

A picture of perfect health

A model of wealth as I gain control of myself

I must think fast, release this internal whiplash

What will I say; he was so fly the ultimate guy

That you don’t see or meet every day.

He began to rattle and wrinkle the closer he came.

I brushed my mane, was I insane

To have these thoughts

He was so handsome and fine, could he be mine

Then she yelled next in line

I took a chance and got caught his glance

And had a brief storybook romance

The guy in smock, tried to block and made my romance unfold likes tumbling rocks

When he took my fly guy and held him high nailed him next to the clock

he hung him right next to the coffee sign for their new display. Oh my what an eventful day!

 

Shivendra aka Poetess Oddisee aka Da Write Chick

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