#writtenlustworthy

[imperial-filth]

Filth#225

We could do a lot less weeping and a lot more whispering if we knew what would make the heat of the night more sensuous.

[theauthor-ahava30]

I hear no evil

Ears of mines are sensitive to the bull

People always coming with what others have to say but the question I have is what did you say

I see no evil

Eyes of mines are blindsided by stupidity of what others bring to me

I do not want to see what they type about me

I speak no evil

My lips of mines speaks volumes

Truths I hold is on a pedestal

I stand firm in what proof I engulfed because soon lies will fly

Hear none

See none

Spoke none

However be careful because all I know my words are too hear for see for and spoken for

- Ahava

[imperial-filth]

Filth#252

I guess I’ll go back to being unhappy and alone. At least I tasted that pussy once. Good exchange in my opinion. Usually, all I get nothing but a half-forgotten daydream. You made me feel whole for 2 months. I couldn’t be more grateful for your warmth and compassion. Enjoy yourself.

[imperial-filth]

Filth#212

You don’t know my name, only the hollow moans of a night spent forgetting why we tend to sleep alone. If you find my taste still on your tongue by dawn, maybe I’ll give you my initials.

[theauthor-ahava30]

Feeling neglected

The wombs are hitting every layer of my skin from deep within

You said never kiss and tell

What stays in these walls remains our little secret

Traumatized of these scars you hand blow upon God status of limitation

I see affection really doesn’t matter

You bruised the temple you once pray for... how could you demolish me?

Insecurities set in like the sun sets the blue sky

Expectations measured up to the opposite of you and me

I loved you so creatively

I made you feel so heavenly

We were supposed to get married

You choose the other side of the fence

House in another state and the same plays you fucked my with... now you showering her body of lovemaking

The hurt you adore made me insane

I use to smell her on you

The same perfume I wore she wore because you brought it for her to throw me off on how you laid up with her plenty of flight nights

You didn’t even have the common courtesy to wash her off you

Every night it was a rehearsal with me only to inflict those same emotions to her and she fell in love as I was off my moments

The neglect really hurt me but I appreciate you for destroying me

Now I’m built for the guy who will eventually love me

- Ahava ©️®️

[theauthor-ahava30]

Freedom

Here I stand

I swear to demand that We leave this awful land

We are much more than chains and whips that detain our freedom

Our life isn’t the same

Take the palm of my freedom of hand and follow me to the soil of freedom at last

I have a tunnel vision that leads to our destination of Freedom

Believe in me

Just walk in my bare-ness footprints

At the end of this district of distance you will be your own exceptional of perception to reflection of Freedom

I Harriet Tubman: given lives of over 300 slaves with 19 trips and never lost a single grip of helping my people to see their purpose painted as a beautiful orchestra that we sing songs to our circumstances of Victory

The stars cast a parallel of a movement to follow in the weeping hours of our journey

God understood my mission and lead our testimony for We made Black History

As this journey ends in the beautiful eyes of the people who are now withstanding Freedom

I say to you-

This is your opportunity to be you and enjoy the empowering moment of movement that life on the other side was meant for us to conquer what our boldness of Black shall inspire

- Ahava

[theauthor-ahava30]

Lets cut the mic

No beat as I spit each line with dignity

Drum line my flow

Formation my lines of metaphorically speaking

Personification are abstract to qualities I will never seek

Alliterations became same sounds to letters I tried to master but as time moved on my English of new words and letters held their own rights

My adverbs solidified my place, time, circumstances, manner, cause and degree of what Ahava could be

My rhymes became me

I was free to express myself of rhyme scheme of pattern for my poetry

Dynasty of hereditary rulers... I saw myself amongst the prominent of role models

Poets that persuade audiences to hear them speak on all emotions... too me that was unique

They were unlike anything else of being one of a kind too me

Their craft of structure brung words as meaningful and powerful of elite

I bow to those who left their words told... to give US a chance to continue the importance of Poetry

- Ahava

Maya Angelou

William Shakespeare

Amiri Baraka

Syliva Plath

Robert Frost

Gwendoly Brooks

Edgar Allen Poe

Langston Hughes

[imperial-filth]

Filth#202

She exemplified the four stages of ecstasy. 

Stage 1: is anticipating pleasure and lips anxiously awaiting the first deep bite. 

Stage 2: the welcome embrace of muscles twitching and contracting and releasing and cycling with the first wet flow. 

Stage 3: the first open gasp for air, the first willful release only to open oneself up again for the next penetrating motion. 

Stage 4: eyes telling only truth, open and wanting and willing and seeking and squeezing and squeezing and squeezing.