Surviving Hell

This poem really doesn't need an introduction. All I can say is, Love can be heartless and cruel...and before you step out in the water, be sure you know how to swim.

I get in my car and blast the sounds of MeShelle.....
She was,
She is,
My COMFORT for the day.
My seat goes back,
My mind wanders,
And my thoughts flow with the beat of her bass.
The ride is smooth and I don't notice the stops and goes...
Just enjoying the scene on my way…
Time is no option to me....for me… my life starts over today
In hell...

It's ironic,
Almost cynical that my car feels my mood,
Slowing when the tears come,
Accelerating as I fight them away.
My mind is having a hard time processing how something so perfect turned so deadly…
How someone who loves you delivers the final blow that breaks your heart.
Is closure even necessary?
Should you allow your mind to entertain the details of something you know exists?

I try to shake the feelings,
My feelings…anger, betrayal, despair.
I’m fighting hard but I know, they will always be there.
It will,
Continue to cling to me,
Reminding me of what used to be…
Its stinger piercing me over and over.

I have lost my battle with love.
And,
As a result, it will no longer abide in my heart.
Love was an illusion that I encountered so often,
That I begin to think that maybe,
Just maybe it was real.
Love,
Sent me here…
To hell.

Holly.stings17Jun09-finis

Love From a Distance..

I was going to give a short talk on this poem....but for some reason I couldn't find the words. So, here's my posting today:

It’s easy to say you love someone…..
To say that you care,
Give false promises,
Say that you’ll always be there,
No matter what.
It’s easy because it seems…
Right,
At the time,
It feels,
Good,
Inside
And
Out.
Because you’re together,
Sharing the same bond,
Same thoughts,
Same feelings,
Same love.
But, where is the love,
When you give your all,
And it’s still not enough.
You can’t be there,
But you can call.
You can’t touch them,
But your thoughts are with them.
You want to give more,
But other things,
Or people,
Or situations,
Is a part of your life.
The only thing you want,
Is,
For once,
To have them all to yourself.
With no interruptions,
No distractions,
Just the two of you,
Interacting,
And showing how much you love each other.
But,
Time waits for no one,
No matter how much love you have inside,
No matter how strong that love is.
Because,
If you can’t truly show,
That love…
It’s worthless,
It’s pointless,
It’s ridiculous,
To even have.
Love from a distance,
HURTS,
So
Much.
Yet,
There is always one,
One person who believes love,
Can work….
Despite all odds.
And,
In the end,
They hurt……
Because,It’s so easy to say you love someone

Sheebah is my name

"I'd rather be loved for someone I am, than someone I'm not." - Unknown

Marriages and relationships are hard work. They require the rest of that energy you save for a rainy day. It's funny because most people say you should marry your friend. The friend that knows everything about you...the friend that understands the things you do...but why? Once that title changes from friend to boyfriend to husband...situations change. (in most cases) You are no longer to talk about the guy you think is hot, how u helped ur friend see someone else, and spill all your deep dark secrets.

Am I saying that you shouldnt be friends with the person you're in a relationship with? No. What I'm saying is you operate on a different level of friendship. It's a given that every every couple has their "divorce" days...wishing, just for that day, that person didn't exist.... But then you kiss, make up and life goes on.

Now that I've said that...here's today's post.

My soul dwells in a never ending abyss.
I motivated and desired to make sure that my life does not cease to exist.
Throughout my life I was surrounded by trials,
Some I allowed to stay around,
While others I threw into the fire.
The inferno,
My own personal hell.
Harboring bitter memories I remember so well.
Sometimes it’s like a dream,
I just can’t wake up from,
I cry,
I write,
I pre occupy myself,
But I still can’t overcome.
There are moments when I sit outside,
Bonding with the breeze.
Letting my mind wonder over my life,
Wanting to believe.
That one day, I’ll meet someone I can pour my heart out to.
Someone who will hold me,
Wipe my tears,
Relate to what I’m going through….
With every beat of my heart,
With every bat of my lash,
I release myself into
A slow,
Rhythmic
Dance,
Of my soul
Consoling my ego,
That is tired
Yet
Not wanting to give up
But the journey is so long
and difficult
Until,
I
Replace each memory
As a scientist would replace its control
With something different.
I
Want
To
Be
Free
To be able to grow old
With wisdom
And knowledge
Not just ordinary smarts
But a wisdom that mothers have
As they protect their young
Wisdom
That fathers have
Giving advice to their sons….
Wisdom
That comes from prayer
And knowledge
From the God above
Wisdom that exists
When you add time, consideration and love….
But until that day comes,
I faithfully remain,
A bonded lady untamed…
Shining my light everywhere I go….
And Sheebah is my name.

You Don't Like Me- (Proceed with Caution)

Women are from Venus, Men are from Mars...our ways of thinking are sooooo different. (sometimes) The outside looking in.....kinda goes like this:

It's hard persuading someone to like you,
But damn easy for them to screw you...
Laying your head to the bed,
Shoving their pole in your hole,
Pounding endlessly,
While calling your name.
But,
You don't like me.
I enter your world, the moment I walk through your door....
You smile....
Embracing me like secret lovers would on their departure,
Watching my every move,
As I undress......
But,
You don't like me.
Before I can hit the bed,
Your hands are roaming all over my body....
Like a blind man reading Braille,
Paying extra attention to the,
Wet spot....
But,
You don't like me.
You spread my legs,
Wider than the wings of an eagle,
Slowly licking my sexy....
Trying,
To find the center of the tootsie roll pop...
But,
You don't you like me.
Before you enter me,
You ask am I okay,
Because,
You don’t want to hurt me but please me,
Make it worth my while.....
But,
You don't like me.
While you're sliding slowly inside of me,
I begin to moan,
You
Hesitate,
Looking in my eyes with concern,
I say I'm fine keeping going,
Ooooh girl,
You moan,
While continuing down the hot dripping cave.
But,
You don't like me.
The trees outside your window are swaying,
The birds are chirping,
And we,
Are making music of our own,
Our raspy voices chanting,
Our wet bodies slapping,
Grinding,
Sliding,
To the beat of the song......
But,
You don't like me.
We lay naked on the bed,
Eyes closed,
Sun shining over our entwined bodies,
Me,
Rubbing your head,
You,
Rubbing my arm,
Enjoying,
Silence.
But,
You don't like me.
As we stand in front of my car,
Saying our goodbyes....
You lean in and,
You kiss me.
Smiling, I think to myself...
Damn,
And he says he doesn't like me.

Shouldn't Be...But It Is

I found out there are lots of "happily" married people having affairs. Some are in it just for the sex...others start out that way and end up falling in love.

My life doesn’t exist without you.
From sunrise to sunset, your love holds me captive in a world of its own.
You are my morning sunrise,
Your lips are like its rays….
The butterflies your touch produces, arouses me in all the right ways.
Your scent intoxicates me,
Taking control of my mind,
Detoxing is pointless, because I come back every time.
See…
Our love shouldn’t be.
There’s you, there’s him and of course there’s me…
And her…
And emotions…
We,
Allowed our love to persist,
To grow,
To become,
This.
Our love breaks all the rules.
It’s no longer a game,
And no matter what happens we’ll never be the same…
Our
Love
Shouldn’t
Be…
As easy as a correction with a pencil,
Because love,
True love,
Is never that simple….
But it is,
With us.
Our love shouldn’t be…
Living in tainted vows,
Invading promises we made to them, for a long time now.
We are in the middle,
Of an unfamiliar road,
Scared to turn back,
Not knowing what can unfold…
Our love shouldn’t be…
But it is.

Your Love

Happy Monday....Thank you for coming into my world. This poem is short...random...I didn't worry about form or rhyme...it was basically me releasing feelings...emptying thoughts from my brain that was already overloaded.

If I thought that loving you would come so easy,

I would have begun to love u long ago...

Ur the man that comes to me in my dreams,

Allowing me to be, Never judging me.

Ur the man that makes me feel complete,

Oblivious of my flaws when Im naked, both physically and mentally....

Love with u, for u, was natural, I didnt need sweetners or artificial flavors,

Because ur love gave me a natural high,

A high so addictive, I shudder at the thought of not having u around.....

Ur love warms me as the sun nourishes the Earth...

Without ur love,

I would cease to exist,

My heart would lose its beat,

Ur love...

Bittersweet.

Allow me to introduce myself

Welcome to my first blog! My name is Ro (The_Thinker225) on Twitter. I'm a married...and a mother of two beautiful girls--I'm not just saying they are beautiful because they're my kids--they really are beautiful. I am a native of Louisiana.

So...... this is my first posting. A fellow follower and I decided to share our poetry with the world. I've been writing poetry since I was 8 years old. About 2 years ago, I started sharing some of my work...and while it was fun to do it, I decided to stick with the "writing" and not "presenting". To me, poetry should be about you...not impressing others. Everyone views things differently, and poetry is that outlet.

I also like to read (ALOT) and I really enjoy quotations. Some of my favorite authors are Eric Jeromy Dickey, Anais Nin, BeBe Moore Campbell, Mary Morrison, Janet Evanoich and Allison Hobbs. The list could go on but I think you get the idea.

Okay...so you know about me....and now, here's my first posting. If you'd like to comment, that's fine. If not, thanks for reading and come back and visit my page anytime.

Life’s Closures

If closure was simple as reading the last pages of a book,
My mind would not be filled with incomplete pages of my life.
Each chapter would lead on to the next,
Flowing smoothly,
Allowing the reader to relate to every situation,
Giving them incentive to laugh,
To cry,
Or to become angry,
All the while wanting more.
But life isn’t that simple.
If closure was regarded as a memory,
My mind would be able to separate the good from the bad.
Shutting out the situations I wasn’t able to get over,
Yet, reminding me of the things I could.
Situations that,
For one reason or another made me stronger.
But life isn’t that simple.
Closure is more like the rays of the sun,
Draining every form of energy in your body,
And I’ll be,
Damn,
If you can bounce back right away.
Dehydration claiming its issue,
Enjoying each moment that you,
Struggle to regain your strength back.
Relentless,
And,
Heartless….
Closure,
Has no preference.
Preying on the weak in mind,
But bold in appearance;
Swiftly attaching itself to the heart,
Enjoying each vibration it gives,
Regarding it not as the vital organ it is,
But as a joyful ride---
Like a carousel.
I challenge closure….
A lot.
And each time,
I’m defeated.
But I get up,
Push my ego to the side,
And confront it again.
Like a mathematician with a new problem,
I search for a solution.
Only thing is,
It’s not always the right solution…..
Because closure,
Along with life,
Isn’t that simple.