Tag Archives: jungle

#91: Kiss Me,

Kiss me slowly,

Kiss me deliberately,

Kiss me like the time your parents caught us,

Kiss me before the walls start telling our secrets,

Kiss me like New Year’s Eve when the clock struck 12

And we thought we had eternity,

Kiss me like the day you got accepted into Law School,

Kiss me like I haven’t told you the worse news of your life,

Because when you let go of my finger tips,

And you walk out those hospital doors

And you finally loose it,

Because we’re just two humans trying to be strong for one another,

And you eventually drive cross country,

And sad songs are your only company,

I want you to remember the kisses and not the sorrow,

So let’s not waste anymore time,

Pretending that this wont be our last time,

Just kiss me,

And this time,

kiss me slowly.

 

© 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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#72: Inhale

I tasted your past,

Loved it for what it had made you,

I inhaled your dreams,

Intertwined them with mine,

I let you in,

And I thought you had done the same,

But sometimes,

Secrets lie in between warm sheets.

© Aisha-Nicole 2014

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I Am What I Write.

Welcome to my blog, it’s dedicated for my slam poetry and the occasional sprinkle of randomness.

So why bother writing?

First, I am not Shakespeare or Edgar Allan Poe or Maya Angelou. I am me and that is both beautiful and simple. With that in mind, my writing is giving the chance to grow and be unique to that which is already present.

I am What I write. And I write What I am.

Simple enough right?

Hope you enjoy, and more importantly I hope it blesses  you and you find something to relate too as well. We are all different yet the human journey knows no color ( hmmm I rather like that, i feel a copyright ensuing).

xoxo

Aisha

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