NAKED: A Poetry Collection

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STAY

female-alcoholism-2847443_12801601356515.jpgI drown in alcohol
Light up a spliff
Trying to stay high
Live in the clouds
Where there are no
Heartaches
Where there are no
Tears
Where I hold you close
Close to my heart
My soul rejoicing to having you
All to myself
But I have a big ego
It doesn’t allow me to ask you
To stay
But baby,
Please stay

                                                    
PLEDGE
lovers-537139_1280-1071473038.jpgI was at church
An announcement was made
I was asked to pledge
But all I thought of was you
So I pledged to love you
Till the end of time
To make you happy
Till the man in a white cloth
Descends back to earth

LOVE HURTS

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I regret my past
Because that’s what you are
My past
Where my smile was genuine
Compared to the fake one I wear now
My happiness slipped through my eyes
I felt it in all my joints
It was there each time I saw you
All that is left now
Is an empty house
With an empty girl
Reminiscing about her past
That was made up of you

WARS
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The sound of,
Body clashing on body
Of groans and moans
Of intertwined lips
Labored breaths
Creaking beds

The sight of,
Wet lands
Pure waters of life
Of a man
Relentlessly trying to drink
From the spring
With no shame

I saw a huge war unfold
I was pinned to his bed
His body on top of mine
His gun inside my womb
Moving in circles
Threatening to shoot
I cried out, so did he
In pleasure

RADIO
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His voice
Captures me even in my darkest moments
Soothing me
He speaks so low
But I feel each octave vibrating in my soul
He talks, uncertain of who listens
Unknowing that I stay on the other side of the wave
Fantasizing of him
His deep voice whispering in my ears
Cooing me to sleep

So each 6pm
I glue myself to the radio
Ready to meet the love of my life

FANTASY
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I often dream about
White gowns, white roses
Something old, something new
Something borrowed, something blue
And a sixpence in my shoe

I often see you
Standing at the alter
Draped in a black tuxedo, black shoes
Crisp white shirt, with a loose black tie
A shaky smile on your lips

I often dream of
Walking towards you
While all our family stands in approval
To have you hold my hand
Ready for the future

I often see you
Shading a tear
As you slowly put a ring on my finger
And I shed one
As I band you as mine

I often dream about
Sealing it with a sloppy kiss
Your eyes staring deep in mine
Sharing the same fear
What will our future be like?

I often see you
Clutch my hand
“It will be alright”
We smile
And my dreams end

HERO
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She wears no cape
She does not fly from rooftop to the other
She wears no costume
But each time I see her
I get embraced in comfort
I get saved from a lot of pain
They call her my mother
While I call her my hero

NAKED
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I stand before you
Naked like the day I was born
Ready to tell the truth
Ready to bear myself fully
To lay down my fears
My pain
To show you my brokenness
And how I perfectly conceal all my scars
To show you all the patches
That have been used to sow the pieces together

I stand before you
Stripped from all the walls
I used to hide behind
To show you who I really am
Are you ready?

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