Friday, April 25, 2014

DO I?

Do i make your heart bleed?

Do i make you plead?

Do i make you scream my name in the middle of the night?

Do i make you feel so good inside to the point you want to die?

Do i make you believe?

Do i take you so far?

Do i make you see visions or is your vision blurry?

Do i make you ask for more, need more, yearn more and plead more?

Do i make you feel so good you want to hold on so tight till your hands begin to ache and your legs shake to the snake dance?

Do i make you think about me 24/7 and in every waking moment you want me next to you, close to you, a part of you but i am apart from you?

Do i make you reach out, scream my name, hold your pain and maybe bleed in vain?

Do i?

I see your eyes dilate.

I see your fingers do the itchy dance dying to touch me.

I see your lips part in anticipation.

I see you undress me in your mind.

I see it all.

You want it all.

But,

Do i?

© thelma migue, 2014

A cizoepoetry collection.

Friday, April 4, 2014

YOU CAN RUN, BUT HIDE? NO!

{POETA}
I had to stand in the mirror to confirm if I was really.. Me,
For I've been named sasha in a world that's so fierce,
To tell you the truth,
I have lied in a court that actually proved my innocence.
But I still found myself locked behind the metalluic door - conscience....

{CIZOE POETRY}
I am not ready to see myself,
Let alone face the world,
My mind is a battle field,
Thoughts that keep shooting bullets,
Hiting where it hurts most.
The demons have come out to play,
This time they are loaded with ammunition,
that's worse than a nuclear weapon,
Free me from this prison,
Free me from this invisible prison,
Pour the blood of Jesus on me,
Free me from this mental slavery.

{POETA}
They don't try to be me,
I try to be them,
I cry for i can't beat them but join them,
Cocooned in a lions den and my name ain't Daniel,
Must i eat their fun,
but choke in pain,
Mental i may be but they are out and i am insane,
I wore a dress to feel like a woman,
But i just needed to man up,
Water fell my love for you through the valley of death,
Just to quench your heart desires
But you were an angel in disguise.
I need out!!

{CIZOE POETRY}
Locked in chains,
Shackled in leg irons,
I stole, begged and fought for you,
I wanted to fit in.
I thought fitting in meant
Imitating you,
Thinking like you,
Partaking in your vices,
I was so wrong.
When you walked,
Said you were tired,
Had your fill,
And your belly was full,
I was left empty and alone with nothing,
Just my broken soul.
When shit hit the fan,
And you ran,
I realized you were toxic,
Worse than the chemical with the skeleton,
I am wading through the muck,
Finding my way through it all,
I heard you were asking about me,
Don't worry about me,
I wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole,
Trust me,
I thank God i met you,
You taught me,
The only trust i can trust is the rubber called trust.
You need out,
Please speed out,
I need my peace,
Peace i'm out.

{POETA}
Hmmm women....... Life!

Written by ©Poeta and ©Cizoe Poetry.