This overwhelming passion.
That my body longs for.
Is scarring upon my mind,
Those things that I adore.
To love you yet hate you,
In the same moment,
Is an act of terrorism,
Upon my conscience.
Is this love?
Or some unknown emotion?
That steals my mentality,
And clouds my decision.
Sometimes I worry,
About what we have had.
But now,
I primarily worry about,
What we should have!
What we could have!
What we would have!
Life is a fight,
One that never ends.
It is a fight for freedom,
From everything.
A fight to be captured,
By something.
To get away from half our experiences.
Yet embrace the other half with vigor.
So, how could we be certain?
Which to chase after?
Which is worthy of the hunt?
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Stieve Fernandez
Hello am a 36 year old Jamaican national three years into my journey of creative writing
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Nature
It is with great pleasure I lay me here today As my body absorbs the moment My thoughts are out at play I watch the crystalline waters race To meet its salted kin O’er tumbled pebble faces ‘t makes eddies where whirlpools spin. Immure in nature is my desire My amore for her, non-porous As the devotion of the dove. How lovely is this humming bird? Not much bigger a bumble bee So far her humming’s heard As she moves from tree to tree. Inquisitive is her demeanor She just cannot let me be I think she saw me the moment I saw her Inspecting me with great tenacity Oblivious to my fears. She comes within inches of my eyes Obsessed by their glare? Then zigzagging around my head She lands on a lock of my hair I so envy your existence Moving from here to there Having no indenture And all the time to spare You respect not mortal impose Nor any erected boundary Taking nectar at your dispose From their fountains you drink proudly Alas it seems satisfied You vivacious curiosity Lo here comes the dragonfly as you depart from me Her blood stone onyx eyes Majestically set upon their bezel Patrol earth tree and sky From her perch on a hair of nettle.
By Stieve Fernandez4 years ago in Poets
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