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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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#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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#87: Leftovers

I gave you my heart,

All of what was left of it,

I should have known better,

For now it’s worse,

Than what I started with

© Aisha-Nicole 2015

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#86: Sharp Tongues,

Sharp Tongues,

Today I saw a man die,

I saw words cut through his flesh,

I saw blood poured out,

As words infected blood lines,

And I watched closely,

As those called family,

Derailed his identity carelessly,

“sticks and bones they said”

I remembered the schoolyard rhyme

“but words will never hurt me”

 I wish those school yard kids,

 could see what I see

As I painfully stood witness,

To a man die slowly,

As sharp tongues with no remorse,

Willfully cut him deeply.

©Aisha-Nicole 2015

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The Road to 25…

  1. I need Jesus, I can’t do this on my own
  2. Not everyone will like you, no matter how nice you are.
  3. Repeated mistakes are the result of having no intention to stop them the first time
  4. Making time to work out is a work out
  5. Bills will come. Even if you try to ignore them
  6. ‘Unknown’ is code for bill collectors
  7. Saving isn’t a cute game, it’s critical
  8. You can’t say yes to everything
  9. It’s good to be honest
  10. Love doesn’t hurt, its people who do
  11. I need to work on my anger
  12. Family will always have your back, no matter how much you fight
  13. Stop and smell the roses, someone died last night
  14. It’s ok to say I’m broke.
  15. You don’t need lots of friends, just a core group.
  16. Make the most of family visits
  17. Do as much laundry when you visit home
  18. Don’t keep grudges, they give you ulcers
  19. Don’t jump to conclusions
  20. I’m still growing and that’s ok
  21. Don’t compare your life to others (repeat 7x a day)
  22. It’s ok to say I need help
  23. Keep insurance card IN the car
  24. Always leave early—that’s the day a funeral procession is on the road and you may be late for your interview.
  25. Every day gets better!

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#81: Unraveled.

Like re-watching a movie scene,

The revelation of the obvious,

the climax and then the fall,

The heartbreak,

and then the echo of a silenced soul

It’s an eerie feeling,

watching yourself unravel so quickly,

And to know,

exactly how the story goes.

© 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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