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#93: A Game of Charades

I could hear him crying in the bathroom,

It was the third time this week,

And as much as he tried to lie,

He was just as broken as the rest of us,

 

He was the master of charades,

Every smile he ever wore was a front,

A constant effort to be strong,

To have it all together,

 

He stifled his cries,

But I could feel the vibrating pulses of a broken soul,

The door opened,

And I saw his silhouette,

 

Against the back drop of the bathroom light,

I saw him smile again,

It didn’t take him to long,

To return to his game of charades

 

© Aisha-Nicole 2016

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#92: It’s True

It’s true,

Sometimes I write about you,

Like therapy to an addict,

I’m trying to rid myself of you,

Yeah, it’s true

Sometimes I wish I had never met you,

But with every word and every line,

I will no longer be affected you.

 

© Aisha-Nicole 2016

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#90 Sweet Lies–

I didn’t have to look hard-

I just followed honey laced lies,

Watched closely as your lips dripped with sweet stories

You were good at this,

Weaving intricate lies

Accounting for every detail

Pronouncing every syllable

Speaking so eloquently,

You were a one man show

But lies are like honey-

Leaving trails of sticky residue

You became messy

Monologues of last nights whereabouts began to stick

Thursday’s events trailed into Monday’s itinerary

And no longer could you simply depend on your memory,

So I waited-

Followed your trail back to the beehive,

And sure enough you had been busy,

Bees never lie

And that night baby,

I discovered where you hide.

© Aisha-Nicole 2015

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#89: Dying Alone

“I cried when I realized he had lived his whole life a complete lie.”

© Aisha- Nicole 2015

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#80: Impatiently Waiting.

Standing nakedly,

 Waiting impatiently,

We’re a society bent on approval,

We imitate to impress,

Mock all forms of originality,

Speak freely, never having true meaning,

Our words get lost in news feeds about nothing,

Weigh nothing,

Mean nothing and produce nothing,

We’re a generation that knows everything,

Calloused souls with no clear answers,

Exposing one another for profit,

We’d rather die than be wrong,

Too proud to admit it and too stubborn to change it,

We’ve abandoned Humanity,

So she stands,

In open city centers,

Naked,

and impatiently waiting.

©Aisha-Nicole 2014

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#79: Trouble & Troubled.

Troubled news makes for troubled knees,

Troubled knees give way to wobbly streets,

Dark alleys lead to mischief,

And empty souls all look the same,

Trouble starts with the words you say,

And calamity is her shadow.

©Aisha-Nicole 2014

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#78: V O I D

It’s my fault,

I made you a demigod,

I expected you to eradicate the pain,

I made you more than just what you are

I sacrificed on an open altar,

Hope, dreams and what was left of a battered heart–

Desiring some sort of closure,

I pinned you to cracked walls,

And worshiped,

Day and night,

I sought an answer,

And In the end I came up with nothing,

It’s not you, it’s me—

I looked to you for something you were never able to give

©Aisha-Nicole 2014

©Aisha-Nicole 2014

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#77: It mattered then-

It mattered then-

Every last word, every sentence,

But you hesitated, mocked it and let us shatter-

Now it’s too late and you’re trying to play catch up,

Throw hundred dollar bills to the one problem you could never sold,

Trying to form a friendship with a child, who’s already grown,

I look like you, move like you,

I even stutter the very same way you do, and you think it’s pure coincidence that I cock my head to the side at every question, listening intently-

I’m splitting image of you,

Full lips,

Dark skin,

My mother genes got lost in your stubbornness,

I’m the hard knock reminder of the night you,

Should have probably thought

Through,

You were you young and defiant-

Ambitious and charming-

But my birth was a casualty,

So you zipped, up and fled the scene-

I was born to a dead father—

Loved by a struggling mother and at 33 I was introduced to you—

You look nothing like the man in my dreams, your shorter, and your ears,

Are bigger, but you look like me,

It mattered then,

To a girls who’s one request was too,

Meet her father,

But today I’m 33

And I remember I was born to a dead father, and dead you shall remain.

©Aisha-Ndlovu 2014

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#76: Do it

It’s not the amount of times you say it,

It matters,

Only when you do it

©Aisha-Nicole 2014

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#75: Dreaming Out Loud

Today marks the day I will forever refer to as D-Day. As in, the day I finally let Destiny hold my hand.

I got laid off this afternoon, and as if it were a movie scene, it was raining and I was left to gather my belongings. No hard feelings though. I wasn’t the only individual let go and it was due to circumstances beyond anyone’s control.

I shed a tear, I will not lie. Then I prayed, knelt down and thanked God for his goodness to me. This reaction completely shocked me, and had I been laid of months ago, I would have been a complete wreck.

Not today.

Today I will be thankful for the experience I gained and the friendships I made. Most of all, I will be thankful because you can never realize your destiny if you’re to comfortable with where you are.

With peace and great confidence I have to look myself in the mirror and say what I’ve been afraid to say all along.

I want to write for a living.

I want people to read my poetry and be moved and have an impact on people’s lives.

Somewhere between adolescence and adulthood, following your dream becomes frowned upon and left for those to stupid or to naive to consider the consequences. I want to know when it became stupid to dream out loud.

My birthday is next week, and I’m going to give myself the best gift of all. I’m going to let myself be me. With no hesitation, no explanation and no fear.

I have my whole life ahead of me and life is too short to live as someone else.

So three cheers to me following my dream. Someday, this post will be the introduction to a moving speech, and an award winning book. Why? because tonight I am dreaming out loud.

Aisha Nicole

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