There is no end to Poetry. Just NEW beginnings...

My poetry reflects the authenticity of which my mind speaks.

[tyra269]

Painful Tears

I hear him forcing his muscular hands through my brain, when I need to concentrate in my studys. I see her cursing through me, piercing hatred in each word. I see daggers as eyes, shooting tears down my horror-struck face. I feel hurt Inside and out as they be-little every last part of me. I hate myself and everyone around me, I hate myself and everyone around me, I hate myself and everyone around me... nope it didn't work, still no one listens.. to me not even my own voice, imagining being loved, by someone, by myself... where are you, lost soul? Hidden in broken plates thrown at me shattering my worth since birth.. I hope there is a part of me left to treat my children with better care... To love guard and protect them, not like I was punished for being born, One day, I will love myself!

[tyra269]

No Freewill, No Choice.

He said, he sex traffics young girls because of his addiction to sex, apparently it's become his escape, with no strings attached and that, his manly needs are more important than a 12 yr olds dreams. But you see, he doesn't see a young girl he sees a desirable object and not her vulnerability. Downgrading her humanity if she doesn't do as he pleases, modern slavery at his terms for his sake, & then going home to his wife and children. How can he explain that? Addiction he says is his weakness, enslaved to this craving habit he chooses to ignore and feeds his flesh once more. But now this girl is doing time for prostitution and the same man that took her sacred virginity is calling her a slut and a whore, but she had no choice... no father figure, no role model, but abuse that she couldn't even shed tears for.

[tyra269]

What would you say?

His unconditional love leaves me speechless... my words will melt like candle wax before him and my thoughts will tremble like rocks from a hurricane, my eyes will then start to bleed tears against, my pale skin filled with goosebumps of fear, what to say to him on judgement day? His unconditional love for me is my everything! But still nothing is yet said...

[tyra269]

He means it this time!

Dont cry my Darling. Dont cry! I want to kiss your tears, with love and tenderness.. until I see a smile. I want to listen to your heart beat, and taste the rythm it makes, as it begins to beat mine. I want you, I want your passion to overtake the attachment of my body, and yours bonded together, like two magpie birds. I want you, hot soul, clear skin, and voluptuous. I want your voice to soothe mine, in anger, put me to sleep with your touch, you leave me.. goosebumps, you set me free to love unconditionally, no limits, no fear, in the eyes which use to always look down in awkwardness. I say I want you. I want you this time and for the last time. I want you. Dont cry my darling. I will wait for you! I Promise...

[tyra269]

I miss you Already!

Your gentle touch hypnotizes, something missing unlocking the gap between my thighs.. I became attached! I miss you already deep down thoughts of words which I can’t express the sound of your voice easing my stress I miss you already… and forgetting won’t make things worthwhile I want to watch the moon filled with roses and survive in the love when we make love with music in the background but it’s as if the sex is on repeat repeat, I want more of you! I miss you already and my memory just won’t allow me to forget…

[tyra269]

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

William Shakespeare

[tyra269]

Love Thyself

My skin colour is clearer than the unclouded particles, produced in the liquefied seas.

It may show the humiliation, through the revolting names it endorsed. Too much abuse, my skin colour seems to amuse people’s perceptions of who I am.

No they are not satisfied, when I answer their question, so they make up their own judgement and justification to why I am, who I am.

The words vibrate vividly through my mind, then I hear God’s voice installing his love into my life… colouring my skin ‘beautiful.’ Don’t you know, we are all the same and that the melanin produced is just of a different range?

So I, I love my skin colour, because it melts my soul with the contentment I feel of amour-propre. My skin is not just a colour, It adapts to intense sunlight irradiation to protect me against ultraviolet fraction producing damage in the DNA of my skin cells!

It is a part of me, It completes my human body & heels every wound people try to manifest.

I love Me!

[tyra269]

Death is Beautiful?

Death is my, eyes shut tight in a blissful sigh lingering cold-hearted kisses from my skin, to your skin Trembling nerves from your non-existence.

My heart hesitates, to see love, through the hole that pierced your  heart, that stopped beating.

And my heart began to beat so fast you could almost hear it... BUT?

Death is?... beautiful

Death is a beautiful thing... It’s a time of peace It’s a time of silence Togetherness and passion Deeply felt in our hearts.

Death comes when it pleases, sometimes with warning if we are fortunate.

BUT,  the sudden loss of horror turning sleepless nights & an empty aching where the arrow shot the fragile mind reminding us that nothing is permanent!

BUT, I dance, You dance We dance off this cliff on the edge so high we cannot see the bottom of the graveyard,

We fall into...

Cherishing, Love, Music, You & I So divine that I dare you not to  CRY!

Rest In Peace,  To My Loved ONES.

[tyra269]

Love in Disguise

I heard him, his image was all about the sound of black & white; simple, smooth & sensitive, his scent of strong cologne smothered my delicate nose, I am in LOVE with his, manliness; how ironic it was all a disguise.

[tyra269]

The biggest coward is a man who awakens a woman's love with no intention of loving her.

Bob Marley

[tyra269]

Out Of Control...

Anger Lingering Inside, Like an Impulse straight to the Brain, Waiting on your Physical Being to Pounce. Tugging Nerves, Sucking Tension, Heating the Blood, Full of Humid Resentment Of a Silent Heart, Yearning for Tranquillity In the Midst Of a Blusterous Wind.

[tyra269]

A LOVE so DEEP!

I felt the regret piling up like books, I never read of impossible decisions, life gave me of empty commitments. I crave a LOVE so deep, the ocean dries up of jealousy. It's not enough to escape from, the bitterness clenching, beneath my tongue. I am the one, breaking my own heart, As I gaze into, the magnifying glass, I visualise his masculinity, captivating my attention, to unravel the passion, bottled up inside my, imagination.

[tyra269]

How does it feel now?

I wait patiently by shades of blue Smelling the stink in your attitude Written thoughts Of thoughtless words I fought for Feeling the same space, same time Combined Slow grind Of your intellect Caressed, undressed How does it feel now? A tear drop away from mine…

[tyra269]

The Poetic Injustice

I will not skip to the racket of your gunshots, I will not hop to the bang of your grenades, I will not fret the attacks of your presence, Because My poetic rhythm gets louder & louder than your dehumanized dysfunctional mind & i'll; I will not codone your cold-hearted behaviour, Nor will I despise you for it Your, Creative violence Done in such way, like an artist paints a picture You painted their death, in such way for it to be most painful yet most rememberable for those observing and witnessing your masterpiece of destruction. I will cherish the innocent lives, carrying their gloomy umbra from within, filled with sickness and death, as though they were never made pure, I will love them each time a tear drops towards, your lost soul which knows nothing more than, greed and selfishness; Broken between the foggy smoke of your gass bomb, sits behind your, tombstone!

[tyra269]

My first wish is to see this Plague of mankind, war banished from the earth.

George Washington

[tyra269]

Sometimes Home has a Heart Beat.

You say, your like an outsider the colour of your skin is a puzzle for words and the texture of your hair completes your sentences but, the accent your voice inflects covers pages of your character, you feel nobody notices.

You say, your like an outsider your perceptions, your opinions of humanity, of society are all so very different.

You say, your like an outsider, looking in adjusting to changes life brings surrounding yourself by others, yet waiting to be accepted with your volume turned low.

... The art of lying to yourself, Is the meaning for 'Cognitive Dissonance' You was never an outsider who told you, you don't belong?

Did nobody teach you, The love of diversity, Is like a melody to your precious soul...

Learn to abide with it, flaunt your individuality that your, originality brings through the quality of being interestingly unusual.

Your just Home Sick, missing Home Sweet Home's Heart Beat!

[tyra269]

His Kindness

His kindness overlooks my precious jewels abandoned & buried In the ocean, leaving my supposedly stainless past trapped in the tips of my hair, absorbing light & exposing my naked richness, I begin to feel Invincible in the midst of his, Kindness...