Submissions by taharqa

Maybe she is not real but only an expression,
A Queen in paint

What is love but selfless availability?
A reason to live
The openness of hearts to the tingles of feelings
Wrapped in tight embraces that inspire a glow in chests when her skin touches your arms and neck

Who is love but the muse that inspires your art,
A reason to be better
Lending its listening ears to triumphs and heartbreaks,
Failure and success judging only when need be,
But kissing cheeks and lips without intent to leave

When is love but a thought
a past...

Clear glassy white eyes,

surprised that behind these eyelids she harbors lies.

Her conscious not content

Contempt for growing up poor,

So she lies intimate with materialism

She becomes distrust.



Men resent disloyalty.

Noticing her slithery cunning ways

Miss buy me this buy me that...

They let her go, cut ties no hope for any kind of relations

She stoops into inebriation

Miss drink this drink that

Short dresses, parties

tequila in shot glasses.

"I know...

every single day she fought,
a battle with thoughts
wars of emotional taunts
physical pain forming psychological chains.

abundant love
her son she loves
unfortunately her health is cursed
so she has 30 more days left on this earth

every single night she wrote
tears poured,
face freckled with lines of hope
hope that one day it will be,
her son will forgive her
her sin, leaving him

with every single heartbeat,
emotions rallied to speak,
words form as she thinks,
eyes closed
she reaches for her matches...