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My darkest Truth

I could only describe it as a chasm that kept growing,

A monster that never got fed,

A hollow hole that had no end,

 

I couldn’t shake it,

The fear that crippled me,

The constant taunting of my own soul

 

 

I cried for it to stop,

But the feeling grew stronger,

My deepest fear stood before me

Without blinking,

It started at me,

As if it knew me

 

I tried to look away,

But I couldn’t

It looked too familiar,

Like a distant person I once knew

 

Could this be an attempt to save my soul?

 

Without hesitation I ran to it,

Ran to the fear that stood before me,

I wanted to embrace it,

Desired to know it,

Perhaps then,

The feeling would subside

 

I held out my hand to touch it,

But then retreated.

 

I was in the middle of my stride when I woke up.

 

You see, even in my dreams,

I was too afraid to face the truth.

 

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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#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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#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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#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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#74: And So the Story Goes

It was the way he said it,

 

Leaning in close,

I caught the faint smell of bourbon,

 

Delicately playing with the folds of my skirt,

My eyes surveyed every crevice, and every fine line from aging,

 

He was a master at games,

Growing cold,

Leaving me wandering,

Begging for more,

 

His lips teased me

And then he kissed me

 

Made me forget,

 

Made me long to be his

And only his alone,

But that was a long time ago

I was naïve and he was a master at his craft,

And so the story goes.

 

©Aisha-Nicole 2014

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#71: | One | Last Petal

she believed, 

and kept her promise,

she meant it when she said, 

till death do us part,

and even in the last hour,

as death waltzed in,

she stood firm, 

cradled his hand,

and remembered,

their first kiss,

the disaster on 4th street,

and most importantly,

the moment he asked her to be his,

yes, she believed

and when the last petal faded,

her heart remained his. 

© Aisha-Nicole 2014

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#70: Breaking the News

 

Your heart is no longer mine,

And at some point tonight,

My mind will have to let my heart know

© Aisha-Nicole 2014

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#69- The Sound of Love

I listened closely,

And recognized the soft cadence,

Of love coming to an end,

The room was warm,

And streams of sunlight made their way through white blinds,

Sunrays played a darling dance between your temples,

And just like that,

I was quickly reminded of why I first fell in love with you,

Moments passed,

And the last note came to an end-

In a soft lit room,

on the outskirts of humming streets,

I listened closely,

While the soft sound of love,

Came to an end.

©Aisha-Nicole 2014

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#65: Life Value

What is the value of life?

How do we determine the great and the easily forgotten?

Is it by accomplishments or likability?

Or is it by the sheer fact that they lived and were loved?

Life is here and gone tomorrow,

Just ask those that are laying in their graves

©Aisha-Nicole 2014

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