True words slip my lips
As they do I wish they didn’t
The wound left behind has depth as the ocean
True words slip my lips
I regret every vibration they create
Never again do I wish to repeat
Not in this life time or another
True words fly between us
As I wish you would stop saving me
Speak the truth and set me free
Otherwise watch my demise
True words were never spoken
Even as I passed in front of your eyes
The beat vibrates though my core
The lyrics dances in the space between us
My feet try to keep with the beat
Yet, they fail miserably
My blood rushes through me and I feel free
The beat vibrates through me and out
I throw my hands in the air and I’m set free
In that moment I am in space just the music and me
via Daily Prompt: Dancing
In my darkest hours
They greet me with joy
Ready to crush me
Some how along the way
The moon lights my way
No, I’m not fully recovered
Maybe I’ll never be the old me,
But do I really want to be?
when the rhythm hits
My hips have a thought of their own
The electrifying beat moves me to a different place
How about a dance?
Lets fill this dance floor with lustful thoughts
Do you feel it?
The promises of this song, as we dance?
Oh, well the song ended.
via Daily Prompt: Lust
I am an individual with my own thoughts
An individual that wants to be belong
Does this fact make me lesser of a person?
May I wear my bold lips as I choose and where?
There is the word that chains with a hard grip
May I. . May I. .
Why, do I ask for permission to do what I can.
I am an individual with her own thoughts
That will belong in her own way somehow
Belonging is neither here or there
It’s a state of mind
Even the greats have moments of dismay
once there was a majestic tree
children would climb to the highest peak
during stormy nights it would look freighting
then in the mornings it would look so graceful
As time passed those same children
would have their first kiss under those same branches
They would also go on and have their first heart aches under those leaves
many things would change for them all, but the one constant is the majestic tree
They all fell in love and married
only one stayed behind
and married underneath those leaves
the story never ends. .
The allusion of freedom,
Is different then actually being free.
I say I’m free to do as I will.
Yet, my choices still haunt me
I look at the birds all around me,
Flying without a care.
I mimic them as best as I can;
I don’t belong here or there.
I must ooze desperation;
To attract the exploders.
You know the type
The ones with the right words;
with the right moves.
Years of experience to your what?
Perhaps twenty years if that
It’s time to be truly free
Wash the desperation off,
Swallow the embarrassment,
take a step and make my own way.
leave the birds with the same stripes,
embrace my own zig-zag ones.