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Dear Death


Dear Death, <br /><br /> <br /><br />I felt you creeping <br /><br />among the weeping <br /><br />Your silence stretching out beyond the <br /><br />Sacred grounds <br /><br />That we call home. <br /><br /> <br /><br />Death, I saw you <br /><br />In the eyes of a young mother <br /><br />as you stole away her baby daughter <br /><br />and slaughterd <br /><br />Her soul. <br /><br /> <br /><br />You were there to , <br /><br />Hiding in the gardenias, <br /><br />The red roses. <br /><br />Spreading your sorrow , <br /><br />Through thier thorned stems. <br /><br />As the tender-aged lovers <br /><br />Picked You. <br /><br /> <br /><br />Sweet girl I saw death on your heart, <br /><br />When that deadly roses thorn , <br /><br />Pricked YOu, <br /><br />and your lover went astray. <br /><br /> <br /><br />Death I see you in tommorrows yesterday. <br /><br />Peering out the shadows <br /><br />Dangling fear over some fraglie childs head <br /><br />Using the seduction of escape, <br /><br />To make some wish they were Dead. <br /><br /> <br /><br />This time coming to claim me <br /><br />Only to name me a victim. <br /><br />Unrelenting <br /><br />I am repenting <br /><br />I refuse to let you have me <br /><br />As, <br /><br />A CHild of God is what" I be" <br /><br />I belong to the kingdom. <br /><br /> <br /><br />Oh lovely Death <br /><br />I saw you the other day <br /><br />I merely whisperd "Eternal Life " walked away. <br /><br /> <br /><br /> <br /><br />Sincerely Tiana.


by Tia_1_01

submitted May 21st, 2010 at 4:49pm






Loss Of Child=Justice


I went in prayer with anger to blame God for my baby’s death, <br />And could not believe the hateful words escaping on my breath. <br />I screamed, "You took my child, Lord, how could you be so unfair? <br />Why give to me such hopes and dreams to break my heart without a care? <br />I can’t believe a loving God would put me in such pain" <br />(Sometimes I hope my life will end before I go insane) <br />While unsaved people have many kids they neglect, abuse or kill, <br />I ask just one to raise for you according to your will. <br />Why did you end this precious life the was thriving in my womb, <br />And leave behind a tiny corpse inside this living tomb? <br />What can I do to bring him back and end my terrible grief? <br />Take my life and end this strife so I’ll no longer have to weep! <br />I know you saw inside of me those things left to me unseen. <br />Why didn’t you do something, Lord? You could have intervened! <br />What purpose did this child serve the short time he was here? <br />Except to turn my life to hell while I wallowed in my tears. <br />I prayed to you most every night to help this little one grow, <br />And you saw inside my womb the things I didn’t even know. <br />My precious child, don’t think I do not understand your loss. <br />I felt the same pain you feel now when my son died on the cross. <br />I sent Jesus there to die for you -- The most painful thing I’ve had to do. <br />Then there was a somber pause as God choked back a tear <br />And I know that at that moment He was holding my baby near. <br />I never meant for anyone to suffer or to die, but humans chose a <br />different path -- to hate, and sin and lie. <br />I know behind the pearly gates, up with the Holy Trinity <br />There waits a child lost in life, with open arms to welcome me.


by Tia_1_01

submitted March 9th, 2010 at 6:46am






Love Me Ype Passion


look <br />at... <br />me. <br />Slow fire burning in my eyes <br />Wet slicked lips no surpise <br />You know what you are doing, <br />What is it that you are proving? <br />This game we play <br />Where I tantile you day to day <br />My hips rock to your melody <br />My inhale and exhale slowly <br />Subtle blink,then my hands are sliding <br />Down my curves, yes I am ...inviting <br />You. <br />Just You. <br />There is no temptation without satisifaction <br />Playful smile curls across my lips I’m loving your reaction <br />As we participate in this <br />Love <br />Me <br />Type <br />Passion. <br />Yes, I’m fluent in body language and i like what yours is saying <br />Beckonign softly <br />Calling me gently <br />After this you won’t forget me <br />Lie here next to me <br />Heat rising <br />Heart Racing <br />Heaven and sin is what I’m chasing <br />Thrills and Chills <br />Do with me, what you will. <br />Supple curves, don’t go to fast <br />Shatter me like painted glass <br />Winde me up until you’re sated. <br />Passion fierce <br />A content sigh <br />I love late nights <br />when you are all mine


by tia_1_01

submitted February 18th, 2010 at 3:46pm






Court.


Wish I could go to a place to get more connected with you , away from the all the drama and dreams, away from all the people telling me this wasn’t meant to be. They say boys don’t open up, well that’s fine cause you’re a man , so I’m sure you’ll understand,. that  every fiber of my being is forever intertwined with yours , and we’ve established a connection so deep that your very touch tingles , and you tend to wonder why do I avoid you’re stare? Passion this deep doesn’t need eyes to see and while we’re on the subject of vision, why don’t you close your eyes for a second and listen? You have my nerves on edge and  my brain is blazed  because I never thought I could feel this way.  There are days when your frosty essence leaves ice on my heart and considering I’ve never said anything to you, I don’t know where this love to start or even where it  finishes and it doesn’t help that every time I try to speak, my voice diminishes and fades away.See, I could answer your every question with just my eyes but I’d rather just lie here with you and watch the dark sky. And I admire the way the stars have the moon, and i hope that i could have you that way, no time soon, because I am patient. && Something this perfect, well....... I’m willing to wait for this.


by Tia_1_01

submitted February 5th, 2010 at 10:50pm






Secrets From A Lover


Like Hollow Howls My Hope Fades Away <br />Darkness Creeps Upon Me as it Swallows Day <br />>My Heart Races as The Bright Light <br />Dissipates and Dissolves into Night <br /> <br />>There Goes My Joy <br />There Goes My Life <br />There Goes My Pulse <br /> <br />Exhausted From Running From Guilt <br />Nervously Pacing Silent Streets So Still <br />Jumping Fences Wired With Electric Lies <br />Hiding My Secrets In Dark Alleys Called My Eyes <br /> <br />Anxiously Awaiting the Eruption of His Anger <br />Praying the Stars Align In My Favor <br />As I Sit Patient On the Stool of Shame <br />Open Ears Listening for Him to Call My Name <br /> <br />Pain Bubbles The Surface <br />Simmering on My Soul <br />Will He Believe The Words He’s Told? <br />How I Adore  Love Him <br />Nothing Comes Before Him <br />The Center Of World <br />How I’m So Proud to Be His Girl. <br /> <br />Baby Are You Listening? <br />Do You Know You’re The Greatest Gift God Has Given Me? <br />Nothings More Precious To Me Than Your Heat <br />This Is Why My Sins Will Forever Lie In The Dark.


by tia_1_01

submitted January 15th, 2010 at 3:23pm






Poetry VS. Rap


Everybody Wanna be a Rappa <br />No Pride in just Reppin for ya Ancestas’ <br /> <br />I’m Just a Poet, No bass , no beats <br />No punchlines straight metaphors and similes <br /> <br />No 3 minute tracks, No lyrical Attacks <br />I write what burns my mind, simple as that. <br /> <br />Which means my poems are third degree fire, <br />Don’t need fresh kicks or perfect attire. <br /> <br />No Tats For me, I Got Enough Ink <br />Because the pen bleeds my soul every time I think. <br /> <br />See I’ve got the gift of cheap tricks and hard shots <br />Never attended the school of Hard Knocks. <br /> <br />Been told I speak..in..poetry <br />Can’t explain how me and words have chemistry. <br /> <br />The only ryhmes I "spit" are at the end of the line <br />My aura is branded in my writing it’s exclusively mine <br /> <br />The ambition to pursue fame doesn’t phase me <br />I’m more interested in givin credit to the woman that raised me <br /> <br />Bet none of ya’ll know who she be, but you know Kanye West <br />And I don’t feel the need to pump my ego and boast that I’m the best <br /> <br />We can play baseball with my poetry maybe yu can catch my concept <br />It’S P.O.R , poetry over the rest <br /> <br />These rappers sit around all day and write two second tracks <br />I write marathons, <br /> <br />My poems are like Twilight <br />"They are breaking dawn" <br /> <br />Wyclef said it correct "she used to be the sweetest girl" i bet she had big dreams <br />Thats poetry before it fell victim to C.R.E.A.M <br /> <br />My Gosh I don’t have to worry about cliches <br />I’m A+, that’s 100% about everything I say <br /> <br />I mean this is poetry, as opposed to Hip Hop <br />These artists reach 30 &retire, but I’ll never stop <br /> <br />Cuz poetry is forever like blood diamonds <br />And my poems are ignorant they don’t know what "time" is <br /> <br />Don’t even need Wordplay , <br />We can do it like P diddy and just press play, <br /> <br />But once again my poems are simply timeless <br />And this right hear is Mona Lisa art, yu can’t rewind this....


by tia_1_01

submitted January 15th, 2010 at 2:00pm




 

after years of being hurt. the scars fade on the flesh but the scars run deep internally


Afraid to love....or even like


For that matter... <br />Those affairs that deal with my heart <br />I do not know where to begin <br />Isn’t lying considered a sin? <br />Walk with me back in the innocent days <br />Where my trust in others began to fade <br />Fast Forward to middle school <br />When being unfaithful was considerd "cool" <br />Presently, as a young adult <br />Finding a genuine man is harder than i thought <br />After battling sleepless nights <br />Enduring Emotional Fights <br />My trust in men has dissapated <br />As well as my desire to love and like freely <br />I’d rather set up walls internally <br />Dare to break them down? <br />Can you see my bruised heart glowing through the tears <br />I ....don’t....love...or even like out of sheer fear.


by tia_1_01

submitted December 23rd, 2009 at 11:36am






Sweet Love


Nestle me in your arms of desire and promise <br />listen to the sea overflowing inside me <br />lean your body on my soul <br />read the silence and hear the words written in my pleasure <br />When i think of you and all the sweet things you do <br />i love that sweet love <br />Come and satisfy my hunger <br />Melt away the days and hours with your lovin’ <br />Make me forget what I regret <br /> i want to lord myself between reason and magic <br />I want all the surprises your hands and eyes bring <br />I want to fly with you, God give me wings <br />i love that sweet love.. <br />Keep my secrets, but tell me yours <br />Dance with me in these stars <br />You have me so high i passed cloud 9 <br />drenched in rain like liquid fantasies <br />Just hold my hand and follow me <br />i love that sweet love.....


by tia_1_01

submitted November 21st, 2009 at 5:41am






[Jeremy]


I can still taste his words on my lips... <br />wet like the rain we just kissed in <br />kisses that sealed promises not to be forgetten <br />like the unforgettable feeling of his hands... <br />caressing my arm <br />the roughness of his palm gliding over the silk of my skin <br />unintentionally yet deliciously provoking sinful thoughts <br /> <br />i wanted to get lost <br />lost in his eyes which drowned with his dreams <br />"Jeremy" came a distant whisper through my freshly glossed lips <br />once i had his attention i guided his ear to my chest <br />from time after time he feel asleep listening to the constant lullaby of my heartbeat <br />and in morning light....i watched the sun rise in his eyes <br />becoming memorized as his eyes seemed to capture every light in the sky <br />and i surrendered to the fact that he was going to fulfill his every promise.... <br />"love me" <br />unchain me from my reality <br />our conversations consist of mending each others broken emotions <br />exchanging love for love <br />i lived a past that haunts me <br />but i can’t shake off the feeling he gives me <br />so, i watched his footsteps disappear on the dark empty block that night <br />but before he was gone i asked <br />"so Jeremy....this is what love feels like?"


by tia_1_01

submitted November 21st, 2009 at 5:33am






Counting Blessings


our mistakes teach us how to live and lead better lives. <br /> They allow us to dig deep inside ourselves and wonder if they were really mistakes at all... <br />my once troubled past became my bright future.... <br />issues that used to cling to me almost magnetically. ..seem to melt away when i see your  innocent   face.. <br />. you couldnt imagine the joy you brought me when  you came barely crying into this world.....a little too early but right on time <br />so  as i layed there physically drained out from those few hours that made your existence real....... i sunk deep into the pillows and counted the first hours of your life... <br />thinking back to how just a little curiousity and a tendency to trust fast  brought  you to me..  (sneaky smile) <br />or how i sat in a cold doctors office by myself thinking that if anyone tried to stand in my way.... i could do this by myself....but it never had to come to that <br />some tried to help us and some tried to harm us but it was God who gave us the final notice that everything was going to be.....just fine <br /> thats where i begun to count the blessings <br />1. we made it safley  to thee east coast...even though then you were still a secret...=] <br />2.despite getting kicked out there is endless love within a family..someone was always there to grab hold of  me <br />3. that bullet that shattered my leg and pierced my love  could have done alot more damage....and for that i am grateful that i was able to lie just a few days in the hospital with the security of knowing you would live to take your first breath <br />4.simply..your daddy cause  if it wasn’t for him well........let’s not talk about that <br />5. even though i loved two but lost one the way you fill my heart  makes barely enough room for another one... <br />6.of my joy... because i was criticized by lovers and tormented by haters..with advice being pushed my way and whispered in my ear..opinions flying here and there but yet  i  can turn to my little girl ...who gave me the strength to keep moving forward.. <br /> <br />now with my blessings counted and still more to come... i wake up everyday and stare at the sun...and the only face i see is yours......just yours  and no one....


by tia_1_01

submitted November 21st, 2009 at 5:31am






Let it Go love..Let it Go


BROKEN pieces of my heart <br />Lie gleaming &shining like blood-stained glass <br />Misty bits of memories torn apart <br />And scattered.....our past <br />It all means nothing <br />to you.. <br />Wanting you to feel something....something <br />It seems our tattered friendship is no longer true <br />let it go...love..let it go <br />Hide your tears behind smiles <br />Don’t let your pain and envy show <br />It has been this way for awhile <br />let it go.....love ...let it go <br />Like whispers perched on glossy lips <br />That taste the secret only I know <br />He’s gone...slipped between my fingers like empty tips <br />While the sorrowful wind blows.. <br />Shh anxious emotions wound around a damaged friendship <br />So this is it? <br />This is what we’ve become? <br />AM I JUST NO ONE?!! <br />*sigh* <br />Let it go...love....let it go..


by tia_1_01

submitted November 21st, 2009 at 5:31am




 

Drama explains itself


Drama


My thoughts are filled with mild lust <br />Cluttered with dust <br />1,000 lost words to express ones faith <br />That only God can take <br />My heart feels weary from lifes singular mind <br />Stolen by time.. <br />Filled with drama <br />Spys lurking with devilish eyes <br />Trapping me and leaving me <br />To lay down in deep shadows <br />They are all so shallow <br />Spreading filthy rumors <br />That contain no truth <br />Tell me what have I ever done to you? <br />Trying to dim the light on my glory <br />With their false statements and stories <br />Too bad for them my strengths withstands gossip <br />I’m standing...yes standing...on the mountain TOP


by tia_1_01

submitted November 21st, 2009 at 5:30am






Summer Poem


Summer <br />Calm, peaceful almost enchanting <br />Picture the warm summer nights and pure fun and dancing <br />The warm summer breezes gently brushes past your cheek and shoulder <br />The chilly wind whips by but you don’t get any colder <br />Wrapping you in its summer magic <br />To miss this summer moment would be tragic <br />You smile, since it has been so long <br />Off your lips come a summer song <br />As you fall onto the cool green grass <br />Laughing, Screaming, Smiling <br />You rest your head in your friends as you take in the oh so indescribable sunset <br />The realization of true happiness enters your head as you enjoy the company of summer and good friends <br />Summer


by tia_1_01

submitted June 5th, 2009 at 5:30am




 

flypside.....


Abortion was a mistake......


Please accept my apologies, wonder what would have been
Would you've been a little angel or an angel of sin?
Tom-boy running around, hanging with all the guys.
Or a little tough boy with beautiful brown eyes?
I payed for the murder before they determined the sex
Choosing our life over your life meant your death
And you never got a chance to even open your eyes
Sometimes I wonder as a fetus if you faught for your life?
Would you have been a little genius in love with math?
Would you have played in your schoolclothes and made me mad?
Would you have been a little rapper like your papa da Piper?
Would you have made me quit smokin' by finding one of my lighters?
I wonder about your skintone and shape of your nose?
And the way you would have laughed and talked fast or slow?
Think about it every year, so I picked up a pen
Happy birthday, love you whoever you woulda been
Happy birthday...

I've got a millon excuses to why you died
Bet the people got their own reasons for homicide
Who's to say it woulda worked, and who's to say it wouldn't have?
I was young and strugglin' but old enough to be your mom
The fear of being a motherr has never disappeared
Pondering frequently while I'm just laying here
My vision of a family was artificial and fake
So when it came time to create I made a mistake
Now you've got a little sister maybe she's really you?
Maybe you really forgave us knowin' we were confused?
Maybe everytime that she smiles it's you proudly knowin'
that your mothers doin' the right thing now?
you can never tell a woman what to do with her body
But if she don't love children then we can't party
Think about it every year, so I picked up a pen
Happy birthday, love you whoever you woulda been
Happy birthday...

made a mistake!

And from the heavens to the womb to the heavens again
From the endin' to the endin', never got to begin
Maybe one day we could meet face to face?
In a place without time and space
Happy birthday...

From the heavens to the womb to the heavens again
From the endin' to the endin', never got to begin
Maybe one day we could meet face to face?
In a place without time and space
Happy birthday...


All I thought was a dream (make a wish)
Was as real as it seemed (happy birthday)
All I thought was a dream (make a wish)
Was as real as it seemed

I made a mistake...!


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by tia_1_01

submitted April 17th, 2009 at 5:55am






Conformity


I’ve got a new inspiration
A fresh little light shined on my generation

Where undefined souls wander around
In search of something they have not found

Turn on the TV and bounce to the tunes of “Hip Hop”
I am personally mesmerized by gentle R&B and soft Rock

Fashion stakes a claim over your place in society
It’s hard to find a unique outfit with so little variety

Everyone wants to be wanted
Therefore giving conformity a reason to be so unconsciously hunted

Desperately clinging to crews, squads, and cliques
They are hoping to find a place to fit.

Proclaiming uniqueness, and fierce originality
Don’t they know they’re just mimicking snapshots of the past?

So down goes our generation spiraling into a sea of similarity
Barbie dolls copies striving to be model material

With so much sameness…..what happened to
the luscious differences that made this world what it is…….?


by tia_1_01

submitted April 17th, 2009 at 5:31am




 

For Janiyah


Hello....Hello...Hello {Mommys Song}


Hello There
Gentle giggles
Rolls and wiggles

Hello There
Snuggling teddy bears
Pink and yellow baby clothes to wear

Hello There
Ten tiny fingers and ten teeny toes
The most adorable smile and little nose

Hello There
The small reflection of his face your father
The unique being that made me a mother

Hello There
Sleepless nights
Parental fights

Hello There
Pushed back dreams
But yet I still feel like a queen

Hello There
The tender bundle of joy bound with my love
For delaying my time to be up above

Hello There
To the reason angels songs now reach my ears
Anxiously forbidding your maturing years

Hello There
For giving me a reason to wake up and open my eyes
To sweet kisses and peek-a-boo goodbyes

Hello There
Bright sunshine
Lovely clouds
Little wows

Hello There
Daughter

Hello


by tia_1_01

submitted April 9th, 2009 at 5:49am




 

SIgh this is ABout MY best FRiend /ex love......


BleED


Joy quickly  turns into sorrow
All happiness has suddenly  drifted quietly  out the window
As I remain suspended in this lifetime slightly sedated
My trust for you has faded

and now I feel like sh*t
as I took sip after sip ...
How could you let me hurt the only thing I love like this?
Lies covered up the potential disaster
I understand  it was my love you were after

With blind trust in you I submitted myself  to be
Desecrated, Degraded, Discomfited
So guilt overwhelms  me when  I think about how I talked to
                          him .

Guilt  floods my veins allowing the bloodflow to stop
to the point where I think my heart's ready to pop.
Unnecessary words  typed themselves and burned the tips of my fingers
That immature part of me  that intertwined itself into the conversation still lingers

pause , think...and now I'm STUCK
mind still runnin on a race track screaming what the FUCK??!!

Distantly I can hear your apologies
So I step to the side  and let your tears wash past me
they may a create an endless  river that lacks my sympathy

Now ,I'd advise to steer clear of me
as my sadness transform into rage
When  I'm reminded of  that day when your lips touched mine
with that  unforgetable taste of bittersweet promises
you know...promises unkept?

Those promises  you seem  to keep forgetting about
Don't mind me sitting at home alone on my couch
Trying to convince myself  that you mean what  you say
Drying out the heartbreaking images with a mental clothesline
"it's gonna be better next time"

Oh forgive me for thinking the worst
Which seems to be pieces of my heart  being carried along in a black hearse
Tiny bits of my love broken and shattered
That I picked up , dusted of and carelessly tossed them on the pile
of other parts of me you've left broken and battered
Then pushed them towards the window  
in hopes that it would get so cold  that they would  freeze and become numb

So I won't have to feel like you
Took a hammer and struck me in my ribcage
ripped out my  heart  and stepped over the remains
while clutching my still beating heart  walked on stage  
dropped uncaring in a paper shredder...
and I have to watch it be torn apart  in front  of an audience that continuously
reminds me that I'm stupid for letting you do this.........


and through all this  I  still hear .."I'm Sorry"
But this time  I lie there and bleed through your apology......


--TiA


by tia_1_01

submitted January 3rd, 2009 at 4:20pm




 

you might get confused a little.....


Directionally Challenged


i’ve got the gift of cheap tricks and hard shots
and a paper and pen
and of course
your breath when you blow on a page to dry the ink your
awkward artist’s hands scrawled signatures on.

But oh oh oh
to be told I
s p e a k... i n... p o e t r y?
as though the average person cannot use
“honest”
as an adjective
as though only the tortured
decipher unsigned telegrams of Morse code
dot and dashes
reading
SOS
I NEED YOU
As though only the rare shining gifted (un)magical
seek the truth
in the nigh dead language of minor chords
and in darkened classroom where pretentious film students
gasp
at the names on the screen
as though they knew…
This is the upside of anger
This is the downside of wit

I just wanted to grab the TV and shake the rabbit ears that weren’t there
This is the geography of deceit

Is it too late to call this off?
the overpriced nights of
lackluster musings
and half-asleep claims of
achieving dreams
of chasing stars
of falling in love

Is it too late to call this off?...

But
these days are numbered
and snow-struck lashes are rare
and….

And if I
died
now
could I say I
lived with
Passion?

--c


by tia_1_01

submitted December 23rd, 2008 at 7:23am






Dear Life...


Dear Life, <br />Thanks a lot. <br />Thanks for computer crashes and plane crashes, <br />for dirty feet and dirty minds, for cold weather and <br />cold mothers. Thanks for enery drinks that taste like s--t. <br />But thanks as well for small talk with strangers in the <br />Express lane at Ralph’s, thank you for bath and body works <br />Cherry chapstick and cherry sarcasm. Thanks for being <br />a dime short of my favorite brand of chips at the <br />vending machine, thanks for loud chewers and irratating siblings. <br />Gracias for best friends that don’t realize you love them more than a best friend. <br />Merci Beaucoup for  last minute holiday shopping and snatching the last pair of skinny jeans.... <br />Thank you for obnoxious relatives who ask where <br />you’re going to college or what career you’ve picked <br />when all you want to do is lie in bed and watch <br />reruns of “Full House" and “Spongebob." Thanks for <br />the last seat free on the subway. Thanks for cheap <br />knockoffs of designer jeans and fake Louis V purses. But most of all, Life, <br />thank you for the 1:1 ratio of real thanks and no thanks. <br />Thanks a lot.


by tia_1_01

submitted December 23rd, 2008 at 7:09am




 

This poem for my best friend [j] becuase the other day I realized that he knows who i am....


Glass


My pen  leaves a trail that seduces him to follow <br />and through my words I peer into his eyes and find that I am suprised <br />shocked that he can see the forest through the trees <br />vaugley realizing that only he can look at me and see <br />the other side..as if i was transparent <br /> like a window with pulled back curtains and wide open blinds <br /> I suddenly feel vulnerable to his constant gaze <br />wondering if he can see my flaws and secrets in all this..... <br />  Can his stare pierce right through my expression of pure blis <br /> Suddenly i dismiss these uneasy thoughts <br />pick up my pen and resume creating the trail that  at one point seduced him to follow


by tia_1_01

submitted December 23rd, 2008 at 6:48am






Untitled but for [soon to be j.b]


As I lie my mind reches into the warm waters of my imagination
and dwells on my own creation
this subtle force of life that has yet to opens it eyes
that posses delicate hands and tiny feet
this amazing angel that I am anxious to meet...
but when my eyes flutter open
my thoughts begin to wake
cold reality and fear settles in its place
afraid I will fall just short of perfection
and the world will lead my angel in the wrong direction
down dark alleyways and desperate streets
curios to know if her daddy says what he means
So I close my eyes and pray to God
that he may guide her day and night
be by her side when she’s not in my sight
If i had any wish   It would simply be that she grows up right
and not fall into the faults and cracks of those before her
and instead to take advantage of what God has in store for her.....


The moon rises and I begin to fall back asleep
but this time with the comfort of knowing that my own little prodigy
lives inside me


by tia_1_01

submitted November 18th, 2008 at 4:55pm






REVENGE


Hot harsh flames ready to tear througha nd cause nothing but anxiety
but cool calm crystals subdue rage entirely
flames dance and flicker on the wall
subtle ice looms quiet and tall
giving off a sense of fear and desire
chilled confidence douses the fire
repressing pressure , bringing relief
rising anger bubbles beneath....but,
cannot break this sheet of ice
and suddenly i remeber... this is what revenge feels like.


by tia_1_01

submitted November 18th, 2008 at 4:39pm




 

Describes itself


This Isnt A Poem


This isn’t a poem...
This is what seperates unique from the norm
This is where pure passion takes form
This is what love and hate blend into one and create peace
Where all emotional turmoil will touch paper and cease
This is where intellegence manifests itself
Where lovers hold hands and leave a trail in the sand
This is where fear comes to a stop sign
Where a pen provides an outlet when there is no other way to express yourself
This isn’t a poem
This is where a glance at a paper can give you insight
into the most intimate details of a person’s life
Where people can be enlightend by skimming a page
This isn’t a poem
This is where every window is open and no door is closed
Where your inermost secrets can be exposed
This is where every religion, belief, and value can exist in harmony
This...is...poetry


by tia_1_01

submitted November 11th, 2008 at 11:35am




 

HMMMMMM this is a tough one to describe.... because when I was making it I was thinking about a person and how much I want them and I can't resist them.......so i guess that is my descrption


Fatal Resistance (for a certain someone)


Granting that I wake up tommorow, <br />the first thing I will write about is <br />how my thoughts passed his lips and <br />introduced our sorrow <br />because we couldn’t be together <br />age is only a number  not a link <br />but society is still stuck in that concept of "group think" <br />as if we wouldnt make it to heaven <br />if a chance was what our relationship is given... <br />However society doesn’t know that, <br />He and I are like music <br />so when life get’s tough we can just close our eyes and <br />just...sing...through...it <br />and if we were singing the words wrong <br />we could turn down the volume <br />until our heartbeats are the only sound in the room. <br />Unlike most our hearts are in perfect harmony <br />and the way his arms are wrapped around me <br />has me wondering , if he can feel it..... <br />Because what he is telling me, is <br />the only melody that I really want to hear <br />His voice  is thee only soundwave that can temporarly reach my ears <br />as of now I only  have selective hearing and <br />I only want to hear his voice whispering so low in my ear <br />that thee only way I know what he is saying is to  ...feel it <br />See his love has something so  fatal that  I’m  daring myself to go near it <br />and  as much as I resist  him It’s like this magnetic pull that keeps <br />pulling me and pulling me and pulling me <br />to the point where I can’t be moved anymore <br />and at that point...I promise  him my love forever more.....


by tia_1_01

submitted November 10th, 2008 at 6:44pm




 

*Dedicated to the memory of leila


PINK


He’s puling off her PINK shirt
Now she’s screaming that "it hurts".
So she grips the PINK sheets
As tears roll down her PINK cheeks.
Someone knocks on her PINK door
She tosses him to her PINK carpet floor
Her mom stares at her PINK face
And leaves without noticing a trace...
She closes her PINK door
He’s still lying on her floor
He slowly kisses her PINK lips
She’s afraid she will regret  that kiss


Time passes
Her stomach swells
She can no longer fit her PINK shirt that reads"Tinkerbell"
School is hard ,it’s like hell
She anxiously awaits the ringing bell


Her PINK shoes hit the hard streets
Ashamed she stares down at her feet
She waits for him by the PINK gate
He arrives ten minutes late


She tells him about the PINK plus sign
He abandons her saying "it’s not mine"
That night she cries to sleep
Her mind screaming "he never loved me"



A mother screams her daughter was killed
until she found the PINK pills.......


by tia_1_01

submitted November 10th, 2008 at 6:15pm






For Jet (the Rain)


He said the rain is o  n  l  y  good for three things <br /> roses blooming <br /> dancing barefoot <br />and to add to the sweet silence of love making.. <br />I cant wait for it to rain....


by tia_1_01

submitted November 4th, 2008 at 7:32am




 

[miscarraige]


Life interupted


Tiny limbs broken <br />Love unspoken <br />soft flesh torn <br />her life is no more.......


by tia_1_01

submitted November 4th, 2008 at 7:26am






Softness Uneased


When the days of puppy love were soft and untainted,
We interlocked fingers over the canvas we painted.
Back when climbing over jungle gyms meant
that as long as  I could keep  up with him,
I could be in his presence.
Before puppy love was disturbed by the very essence of adolescence...
Now he complains that my two pigtails  are severely unkempt
but yet he furthers playful attempts into interrupting my purity..
In search of something more mature in me
So he grasps my wrist and gives it a slight twist
and pulls me to him
.............he.....kisses...me...............
Unveiling every childlike thought
Unlocking every box
in which the feelings I fought
reside in that dark place that  I love to hide
Stripping away all my naivety
all in one quiet evening


by tia_1_01

submitted October 30th, 2008 at 1:18pm




 

about a miscarriage...........


Ruby red & pure diamonds


Ruby red covers her thighs <br />pure fear shines in her eyes <br />diamond tears fall then drop <br />for the heart that has stopped <br />for time that has stopped <br />her world crumbles  from internally <br />around the child she has lost within <br />the safety and comfort of my own  (body) <br />a child that will never lie in  her love <br />who’s  to say  she wasn’t ready <br />in need of a subtle force to keep her steady <br />now soft tears cover her pillow <br /> and his blank stare is sad like a weeping willow <br />Ruby red covers her thighs <br /> pure fear shines in her eyes <br />diamond tears fall then drop <br />for the heart that has stopped <br />and a  night that will never be forgot... <br /> <br />X_____Tia L._____


by tia_1_01

submitted October 28th, 2008 at 1:06pm




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