by Dayelle...

real. words.

[bydayelle]

Twilight. The only illumination for my eye sight. Helpless while love and lust fight. It allows me to catch glimpses of your skin. And the expression your face makes while we sin. Your heavy panting, submissive eyes, evil grin; you win. But I can't call it, like when your phone’s been disconnected. In following my heart, I've been wondering where my head is? Silent, for the time that's spent. For the places your hands went, No sounds needed to demonstrate my consent. Trying to focus, never seemed so hard. My house tumbling, made of cards. I love you, I just don't want to be in a relationship. That's some shit. Isn't it? Silence, can't keep up though, Because the sounds and our bodies sync, they flow. wondering why time doesn't slow? You gotta go. Not thinking clearly, None of my words I mean sincerely. So I fall back, play my role & wait my turn, Hoping the fire you feel too; I don't wanna get burned. But right now, The hormones took control, The passion trickling past my spot, through to my soul. Then you take hold; we’re in our zone. Like we both ascend the throne, Exactly where were supposed to behold, It’s the equivocal sensation that's left us both throwed. Just when I think you're gonna say the words I want to hear most. My heart jumps up into my throat. No one else can make you feel this way, The same’s true for me, needless to say... Then why do we both stray? Is ecstasy not enough? Pure bliss too tough? Honestly, it's been bothering me. The worry is in the uncertainty. Unrequited would be an understatement, Put me out my misery already, I can't take it. A small gesture, my kind words.. All go unheard. We're working against each other, But you, I try not to smother. So this passive aggression continues; Same thing, different venue. When we’re through, I roll over. Fighting the urges to entwine my body with yours. Ignoring the desire to be held; your drawers are on the floor. How many times do I pretend not to know you, When I knooww you? How long must I surfer from a lover’s déjà vu? How can you fight what your all senses tell you is true? In living your lie, I'm losing myself. Was this your idea or mine? Well. I guess i’ll just finish myself. You can let yourself out. I've heard this all before, seen and done this too. Can't brake this cycle. It's the lover’s déjà vu. Check out the full video at: Youtube.com/Dayelle4

[bydayelle]

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[bydayelle]

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[bydayelle]

Turning The Tables (Follower Title)

Revenge isn't for everyone. Best left up to the clever ones. That understand its a path of destruction. That enjoy the secrecy, as if it's seduction. Those that plan for the minor setbacks, Those willing to focus in, not easy to distract. And the ones who are patient. Not for the aimless. But revenge wouldn't suffice Without trust that's been tainted. Without walking away blameless. Because of course I want you to know the truth, Know exactly who it was that double crossed you! Turned the tables, You still trying to figure out how? Couln’t believe anyone would catch you; pants down. Such a clown. I hope you drown... On what it feels like to hurt. Take it with you, even when you return to the dirt. I'm laughing last, because you laughed first. Unfortunately, Two can't play this game. I make the rules, you'll never learn to play.

[bydayelle]

Catch 22 (Follower Title)

Young and naive, Everything you are told, you believe. Your world doesn't extend past the stretch of your sleeve. Yet you are content, free of contention. All your decisions are subliminally coerced , did I mention? Like the rules of detention. Logic, and reason, have always been subjective. The truth as well, designated for a choice selection. What are you expecting? A revelation or enlightenment? The alternative to your imprisonment? It'll probably lessen your sentence if.. You go back to your life of deception, Before the moment of truth’s conception. Right below the level of detection... Unfortunately, The less you know, doesn't weaken the blow But rather desensitized your defenses leaving you numb and dumb, Until to the lies you succumb. And the irony in that,lies in fact... There are lies in your facts. No, it's not because I'm Black. So now what do you do? You think you have a clue? There are no more moves to choose... Knowing there is no escape in truth, catch 22.

[bydayelle]

From One Poet To Another (Follower a Title)

Can I bother you for a word? A verb or two? Fill your mind with that line... You know the one I meant, to resonate with you. Convince you that my truths are true. To do it in as few words as possible. Take your ideas, remix and rearrange them. Intellectually stimulate on a whim. We share this in common, a language all our own. A light shone; so dimmed that only we can see it. Sharing of our most inner thoughts, With each exposure, a little battle is fought. Like an occult or secret society, Selective recruit. You are chosen, undeniably. But only you understand, only you demand To push for new ways to bare my soul, While simultaneously trying to find the right flow. The only constant, is change. But the more things change, the more the feeling remains the same. You get what others don't. So for you, this poem I wrote.

[bydayelle]

"Innocence" LIVE @streetpoetsNYC Visit: Youtube.com/Dayelle4 for the entire video! Facebook.com/Miszbrown Instagram: @byDayelle Twitter: @byDayelle Contact: [email protected] Google+ : Dayelle Brown FOLLOW! LIKE! SUBSCRIBE! SHARE!

[bydayelle]

"Innocence" LIVE #liveintheeden #theeopenmic Visit youtube.com/Dayelle4 for full video! Facebook.com/Miszbrown Instagram: @byDayelle twitter: @byDayelle Contact: [email protected] Follow! Subscribe! Like!

[ethano1]

Reblog if you're thankful for your followers.

[bydayelle]

I love your blogs, especially your latest one. The fact that I read it and was able to say 'that's me' made me realize that I am not alone within my feelings. Amazing writer you are, keep up the great work. <3 P.S you're gorgeous!

Aww thanks love, you message is the reason I write! I appreciate the support and look for more to come... And I'll follow back!

[bydayelle]

I close my eyes. And picture the perfect alternate to the years of lies. What age do you realize wishes don't come true, For me it was 22. A hopeless romantic, wishing for change. The harder I wished, the more things stayed the same. I would wish for honesty and respect, And even when I gave my best Before me, you put the rest. Everything and everyone, All, not some Were more important, You blame them, when you caused it. I would wish to be happy, But I gave you too much power. That's where shit went sour. You abused it, you abused me. Until dysfunction were we. Embarrassed by the fact, Should have stopped you in the act. Instead I just kept wishing... I would wish that you could love me, Even just a fraction of how I loved you. Wish that you meant it, that your words were true. But you hesitated when I asked “who is she to you?” And deleted your texts, when I'd check to see what you do.. Yea I was a fool for you, Even when I knew you were lying I still needed proof. Hoping I was wrong, but that never happened... I would wish for an end to my pain, Like the memories could be washed away by the rain. Every ounce of love from my body, you've drained. Cuz my heart you've slain. Until I didn't even love myself, Yea I needed help. I would wish for common sense, To be treated better than 10 cents. Cuz you never called me beautiful, I was always a dime. Now I see, you were dropping hints the whole time. I was looking for an out, and escape But I had to restore my faith. In me, I had to see. That wasn't love That wasn't trust. *pop* My bubble’s bust. For the longest I wondered, how I would make it without you Go through life without the sound of your voice, Spend all my days without the warmth of your touch. But then it struck me, Like your harsh words and your destructive embrace. Life goes on, I'm better off with faith. And finally a wished was granted, Something came true. I finally got rid of you... To see the entire video check out: www.youtube.com/Dayelle4

[bydayelle]

The innocence of a young girl, Was ripped away as she was forced into this cold world. Everything she had believed and thought, was just not... How do you deal, when you just a little tot? The same ones put here to protect you, Are the same ones in private who secretly try to undress you. Caress you, Treat you like your grown and like you understand, How the hell do you fight off a man? They blame you, tactics to keep you quiet. And for what's been stolen, your just hoping that you die quick. Emptiness is like no other void, Cuz even when you fill it with hate, the space you can't destroy. It follows you, takes over, consumes, and devours you. You’ll never be the same, Can't go through life with all this rage. So you have two options, let me make them clear: Down the wrong road you might steer. But that never turns out very well my dear. You run the streets, Cuz the bad boys carry all the heat. And they get all the respect, And your hoping it'll rub off on you; just a little speck. Cuz bad girls do bad things, You're so numb, you don't feel a thing. Your escape comes from the bottom of bottle of devils springs. Just the same old thing, You haven't learned from his mistake it seems. So you go out, living crazy. 15 years old with a baby. At night you cry, cuz you can't sleep. Your life hidden in darkness, you're in too deep. So the cycle repeats. An epidemic, worse than the flu. Cuz you can't protect your child from what plagues you. When you don't know how to avoid, you run right towards what caused it. But it doesn't have to be that way, there is an option two... Let me fill you in, for those who don't have a clue. She got up one day, and finally told her mom what happened. And immediately she took action. Cuz she’d never give that sorry son of a bitch the satisfaction. Y'all work through it. Swore you'd never be a victim again, Steer clear of men, even your kin. Better safe than sorry. Prosecute, persecute, and destroy that pervert. But making it public, can make it hurt worse. But no worse than the pain he feels behind bars, Especially that pain when he's taking that shower. Coward. You don't blame yourself for what's happened. You live life, and take action. Helping little girls fight their demons. Cuz only you know what it means, cuz you've seen it. Believe it, conceive it. Based on true events, She didn't have a voice, so my voice I've leant.

[bydayelle]

"You're Too Pretty" I had someone tell me I'm too pretty to be single, I knew at that time, that it was just a line To get me to go out and mingle. Cuz the irony in that is most men don't want me back. Cuz I dress like this, but don't act like that. Cuz my priorities lie in myself and not on his racks. Cuz there cat calls can never steer me off track. He couldn't appreciate my true beauty, because he couldn't see past the surface. He didn't understand you have to reach to unearth this. You have to dig deep, pass the flesh, pass the meat. Look for the place the eyes can't see. See, this superficial commercial reality, Is not that, it isn't real just a technicality. That encourages fallacies Got my ladies counting carbs and calories, Looking at a man for just his salary. Only to put in all that work, For him to turn around and ask you to twerk. See your quest for perfection, lowering your standards, And still face rejection. Us women, we continue to search for our flaws. So we find them, correct them, as if they're the cause. Instead of searching for someone who can see your true beauty. Like your big ole ass, but love your inner beauty. Someone to know when your in one of your moods, And someone to know when your words ring true. They say you attract, exactly what you give off. That's when I realized, that its law. The laws of attraction, come into play. What can I say? I give off intelligence, often mistaken for rude. I give off free thinking, created alternate truths, still often mistaken for an attitude. See I've tried before, lied before, even cried before. So forgive me if I don't smile anymore. If I don't give off sunshine, cuz when I do I'm left feeling like it was a waste of time. So my response to this man, who says I'm too pretty. For that man, who doesnt really get me. Is a simple nod, not an explaination, nor a fight. I doubt that he can even understand my plight. I wish he could see, that being pretty isnt what it use to be...

[totellalie]

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[bydayelle]

Josephine

I'll never love another the way I Iove you, Your heart was pure, so kind, and true. There was something about your embrace; comforting and warm. To protect us, you'd dive head first, directly into the storm. I cannot remember a time that you weren't near, Yet that day has come, I have to embrace my fears. I know that you're watching, protecting, and guiding. But your voice I'll never hear again, your laughter is hiding. So what do I do now? When my anchor is cast away? Live in your image and wait for the day; When we're reunited and our family once again complete. But there are so many things I wish you'd get to see. I can't really put it into words, what you meant to me. I just hope you are proud of the women we came to be. Always and forever, the memories don't lie. Rest in peace, in that heaven in the sky.

[bydayelle]

Help

I see past the smile you force upon your face I meet your empty gaze, and interrupt your thoughts. I can hear you cries for help, Though they come across as silence. And when you say your ok, I know that you couldn't possibly be. Drowning in your own emotions, You can't seem to find the surface. I want to help you out, but its up to you.

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Love Lost

I'm not looking for salvation, or even understanding Finding my heart is demanding, My mind is too complex, But both will leave you vexed. I wasn't always this way, you see. Until all my fears inevitably came to be. No one wants to become jaded, no one wants to lose theirselves and watch their emotions quickly fading. It's inhuman really, how could an entire generation be so silly? So misguided? So pernicious? Feeding off hate and selfishness like its Nutritious. I have an aching in my chest, A lump in my throat. I can't figure out your boast, why you even gloat. But I'm done trying to grasp the concept of you, You don't know who you are, your words are untrue. Tons of love lost, You can pick up the tab & pay the ultimate cost. Materials don't last forever, Friends become foes. Never say never, Cuz there are always highs that come with lows. Love is the only everlasting, You didn't embrace it, now your crashing. Still love has lost...