First Draft
Truth
They say the truth will set you free, and in that truth, YOUR truth, the smoke will clear and your heart opens. Gee, please let God in and let Him heal all the hurt this painful world bestowed upon you. Am I ready? Am I scared? I am all the above, but most of all I am tired. Tired of the constant fear of my skeletons coming out the closet that I hid so well...so I thought. I let the pain of this cruel world get the best of me, that I drowned it all out with just one toke...Blowing out thick white smoke; I am flying freely. I am in a state of ecstasy and I feel nothing, but when that smoke clears...it's just gee, me and my demons; that I've been fighting alone in the dark for sometime now that it manifested into the devil on my shoulder...whispering sweet nothings and I love you's...See I know it's false love, but sometimes any love is better than none. Stay strong Gee, because you come from a long line of chiefs and a foundation built on love and God...so I thought or so we all thought. We've lost our way and our foundation is slowly crumbling. We are living from one generational curse to another. Gee how can we break free? How to start from the ground up when we are too prideful and egotistic to admit our part in this? I just want to be free, free from the void, the pain and these chains I let make a slave of me..I didn't choose to be born and as hard as it is to admit, I did choose to live the life I lead.
By Gina Avegalio7 months ago in Poets
Withdrawals
Withdrawals… withdrawals got me like sometimes I wish I fought for what could’ve been, but then I think we are better off as friends… insecurities creep up on a level unconcerning, hoping for true love keep leading me to you while I’m discerning. Withdrawals have me like my rollercoaster is not rocky today, I’ll be stable, I won’t make this a fable, and I won’t get all cocky to say. The least of my worries was buried in your troubles, but when I saw you it was like I knew you from a block away. Withdrawals got me like I don’t need you I mean I don’t but my soul crying in the cravings like a White Castle crave case desired to fulfill my emptiness. Emotions asking you to dedicate what you can’t even give you, pain has me rereading text messages when I’ve already forgiven see. The ignorance of control has withdrawals in a stronghold, choking on the desires to tell you how I feel. I often feel like I made a til death do us part but reality lets me know that’s not real. Withdrawals has me asymptomatic that’s why I pick up the phone and I’m mad when your inconsistency becomes a way forward. Withdrawals have me like am I sorry for spazzing I mean I’m not because I’ll do it again, just so he can know, but then I want him here I need him to hold me close, at least accountable to my childish ways, I mean I can be so mannish but his manhood has me trapped in a 1000 places. Withdrawals have me locked inside I keep trying to heal you but then I understand your insides. It’s crazy how the angel and the demon come to light, a tiny yin and yang flame but when we’re together we ignite. The passage found in scripture I’m sinning if I get you, and I know these other men will never ever amount not even half to what you will be. I mean withdrawals have me afraid to understand that we all fall short and you’re just trying to understand. Withdrawals have me like never giving up, but then I say I need comfort when you’re not picking up. Replacing the head for a cell is like getting plasma with no bone marrow transplant. The transparency of I hate you then you love me, now I love you and your hate speaks loud. Withdrawals have me like consequences fuck em, I’ll call the president and say I love him, but if he ever does me dirty I’ll cut him and tell the police he’s lucky. Withdrawals have me like you’re weird and strange, you don’t even know God, I need me a godly man. Withdrawals have me like I’m the lame muse, all I do is harass and abuse, withdrawals have me like damn this bruise, holding on to you I can’t heal without your truth.
By Charelle Landers7 months ago in Poets
