And I want it to really
I don’t care about the name of it.
I don’t care if it’s revenge, after all.
I don’t care if it’s not the justice I want it to be.
I don’t care if it’s not a poem.
I just want you to feel it.
And I want it to really fucking hurt.
I don’t care about anything except
you feeling pain.
A Mother’s love
A Mother’s love
The simplicity
of our love
that’s so virtuous
and true a blood
bond a
Blessing
That was set while
I grew in your belly a love
with no other comparison like it
on this earth that will fitting it’s description
It can’t be bent nor broken .
within the lines nor
between the space of time.
It will always be our finest
Memories in a life time.
But if I had to express
It metaphorically in words.
We’d be like the petals
Of your favorite flower
with the most beautiful petals that perfectly
reaches to the sky just to
touch the rising of the
Sun every morning
And petals that would
gratefully tuck
themselves
In a perfect circle with the
Dancing of the moon’s
arrival setting new
tones of the day
A blissful love of abundance
that’s forever giving to the whole
world and still there
enough left in your big heart
Just for me
just so I’ll have my own piece
Of heaven here on earth
And knowing the true
meaning of a Mother’s
Love .
My superhero.
I Love You MOM !!
5/12/19 Mya
Hello darkness my old friend
Darkness was her only true friend.
It was always with her,
Always there surrounding her,
Whether outside her body or in,
Wrapping her in it's cold embrace,
Holding her close to it's emptiness.
The dark held all of her demons
And the spirits that haunted her mind.
They, the only ones who would listen.
They, who weren't afraid,
Who weren't hurt by anything:
Not by the thoughts in her head,
The words in her mouth,
Or the actions of her body.
They were welcome in the abyss.
They were invited in,
And gladly stayed the night.
Here Today, Gone Tomorrow
When the leaves grow, we know they've fallen before. When the paces in the sand wash away from the tide, a little part of us is swept away. We arise to think of yesterday as a dream and tomorrow only as a vision. Those days of forlorn, those days of jubilation only to be lived once like a stone skips across the lake. Yet, rest assured, there was always a ways to feel better and there is always another day to remember. Today is but a thought of another sometime later, a day that will always be wating for tomorrow.
The writing gene(s).
My Father and I
Share a passion for words
He writes about nature
While I write a mix of stuff
His love for writing
Inspired me to write as well
Love to have a poetic Dad
With such a creative mind
My inspiration & role model
I may have his writin’ DNA
Am so glad to have him as
My Father
#SuperDad
#WritingRocks
#Poeticgene
MINDFUL DAYS
Mindful days of me loving me
For me learning to need me wanting me excepting me as I am flawed and all holding it down
being able to see my own beauty
Maybe I'd see myself a little more
Intangible in a different galaxy where the stars burn with a desirable flair that taints the skin in an em immaculate glow where gentle giants falls like flys off the beanstalks but I guess I'm still running from love maybe this feeling is permitted like a rip tide are is this an illusion of my own darkness I've created based off
My own insecurities
08/28/17 Mya
Carmel crisp cheesecake
I dig my tongue in swirls of creaminess
contemplating my mouth if can engulf this cream
goosebumps tingle on my skin
as indulge in this sinful pleasure
licking the crisp off this delectable body
unveiling the white christened heaven
that shimmers and jingles at the touch of my pink tongue
that glazes down its body
oozing white cream
hitting
the
surface
that
sits on it
taking the pink snake out of my mouth
and not let such a succulent
drop go to waste
the caramel just drips into my mouth
sweet little sticky sin
that gushes off
the white surface into my mouth
tongue turned on
by the flavors slithering into my mouth
wetted by the cream that fills her wet dreams
of caramel and white oozed swirls
of an ethereal heaven passion
forking into you