Lee.Poetry

 The anger, The bitterness that I feel towards you.  The hate that consumes me I am letting it go  I refuse to be its prisoner.  These chains that bind me This cage that I have built around me I wish to get out I want to be free Forgiving you  Has allowed me to flap my wings  Loving you is the reason why I soar.  I was burning in a fire of my own making  The daggers that I sharpened to hurt you have  cut me. The pain that I felt I brought on to myself.  But, Now that I have forgiven you I have become free  There is no hurt, No pain, Just love.  The chains have been removed  The cage has been unlocked  I am free To live once again. 

 I am a woman Who has enjoyed  The pleasures of the flesh With you. I am that woman Who has allowed you To plunder her sacred fruit. You devoured me  On the sly, Whispered promises in my ear. You planted your seed, It took root inside my womb. What we did on the sly, Can no longer be concealed. Now that it is time for you To fulfill your promises, You have denied  All knowledge of me. I am that woman Who enjoyed the pleasures  Of the flesh with you! I have become  That wretched woman!

 I came into this world  bare backed! I will leave this world  bare backed! I am a slave  living in a delusion  of freedom. I spent childhood in preparation  to wear a noose around my neck.  It tightens and loosens  with the days of the month.  I am drowning from pay check to pay check. The roof over my head, my wheels of travel,  the clothes on my back  (I have no bragging rights). I forge ahead  from 9 to 5. I am a mule for my masters. I came into this world bare backed! I will leave this world bare backed! Death will free me from this noose. 

 If a person is good,they are good. If a person is bad, they are bad. Goodness and evil  Have no ties  With a person's; race, gender, background-upbringing. Even the most pious of women  Have been known To conceive venomous snakes  In their wombs.

 Develop the attitude of accepting the memories of your past mistakes as experiences and lessons learnt.  Do not allow yourself to be punished and pushed into depression by those memories of your past mistakes. Allow yourself to be strong enough to distance yourself from those who judge you, those who spit in your face,and those who put you down as a result of your past mistakes. Your past mistakes are not who you are. Your past mistakes are the things that you did, when you did not know better. Leave them in the past and do not allow negative forces to drag those mistakes into the present-future.

 Can you unbreak a broken heart, A heart that has stopped beating Can you make it beat again, Can you make the same oxygen  That has been exhaled by the lungs  Be inhaled again, Can you unwither  The withered rose petals, The tears that have fallen out of my eyes  Can you absorb them again, Can you unspeak the words Once spoken, The memories once made Can you erase them? Tell me that all of this is possible, I will love you from my soul My heart will accept you  As its own. This answer I give  to your proposal!

 I wanted to write you a love poem Composed of such words That when I read it to you It would be like each alphabet  Was dipped in honey. But, My mind-my imagination  Failed to conjure such  phrases and clauses.  My creation inspired by you  Would rival that of Romeo and Juliet, Their story would look pale next to ours. But, When I attempted to put pen to paper, All that I could think about  Was the feel of your lips on my skin The touch of your hand on my inner thigh My knees wobbled like jelly As such images came to mind, They made my heart race, My breath catch My body temperature rise and cool As I become feverish. I tried to think of great adjectives  To describe you  in my work of art. But, All that I could think about  Was running my nails down your back Pressing against A certain hardness of yours Your hands on my chest. I wanted to write you  A love poem With rhyming words In the first and last line Of each stan...

 Lies are bitter  Some are sweet They keep us moving Give us the will to live. Tell me good lies Lies that will make me smile-laugh Whisper one in my ear That will make me reach out For the stars. Just keep on lying  Cheerfully  I will keep on flying. Who knows, Maybe there is a place for dreamers Over those mountains.  A place where heartache-hardship  Sound like foreign words. But, Until such a place is found. We will continue to lie Conceal the truth to our children  And they, To their children. Who knows, If they believe They might wake up one day And realise  This is it, This is the one place  We have been searching for All along.

 My tears bring you joy, Mother of mine! My heartache gives you relief, Your name is in white. I walk on broken glass With bleeding feet  Mother of mine, But you do not feel my pain. You More than any other should understand. Once upon a time, Where you not a girl? For I to exist, Did you not give yourself in love? Therefore why, Mother of mine, Do you make me suffer such agony? Why force me To correct your mistakes? Is it not true, That a child only learns from burning, Never to play with fire again?

 Seeing your face, my heart no longer smiles. The fire has been extinguished, a gloom has set in, rain clouds have exiled the sun. When did this happen? When did I fall from the float, to hit the ground so painfully? My mind and my heart, can not answer that question.  Like a cool summer breeze, love blew past. No matter how hard this self tries to make things as beautiful as before; the eyes only see dry deserts-burnt rain forests. Lying on a stone next to a warm body, when did I become ice? When did your touch move me, to put a knife through your heart? I have become a lonely ball of mass, curled up in an empty corner. Pretend! Playing pretend has knocked the air out of my lungs. I am a woman burried alive, helplessly gassping for air. How did our love story come to this? When did being with you, start hurting more then being away from you? When did watching you leave give me relief, while watching you walk towards me feels like a thousand deaths? My mind wonders...