tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254626892011-12-31T21:12:20.730-05:00Tomika Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529044764884243613noreply@blogger.comBlogger1191100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25462689.post-10073994450575083032011-12-31T19:30:00.004-05:002011-12-31T20:30:14.567-05:00

Open my legs to a false sense of loveTo allow myself that moment of pleasure that would last me only for a little whileSenseless thinking led me into the possibility of having him in a more permanent wayBut deeply knowing I'd be the one settling for something I naturally knew I didn't needOr rather yet, something I knew I didn't ultimately desire, not with himNot for the long time I wanted to

Tomika Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529044764884243613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25462689.post-44337179840944242952011-12-21T16:22:00.005-05:002011-12-31T20:29:36.995-05:00

It's been a while now since I've expressed myself into wordsStruggled with finding the right combination of nouns, verbs, pauses and phrasesTo give myself to you, my dear reader during what became the most exhilarating, disheartening, happy yet fear filled, tear filled growing experience of my lifeMy thoughts became muddy with uncertainty in how to translate what I wanted to sayBut here I am

Tomika Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529044764884243613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25462689.post-66377833131504901642011-08-14T20:00:00.004-05:002011-08-14T20:00:00.113-05:00

it seems like such a difficult task at timesthe question is... do i know how to lovei feel at times i do, i feel like I know howbut damn if i don't question myselfi let down my guard and let love fall in so deeplyi give and i give and give some moreyou became the man of my dreamsa man i would fight anyone forit was me and youdid i ever love you rightwas it ever ever enough for youso this is where

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did not realize how much it sucks being alonewanting and desiring a type of love that once wasleads me into nights like this when i feel i'm causing the rain to fall i had no other choice but to force separation i am too afraid to try again, too afraid of things falling back into those imperfect places, afraid we'd hurt each other againafraid to crumble a heart that's already into piecesdo you

Tomika Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529044764884243613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25462689.post-74735149695166626462011-08-14T19:19:00.001-05:002011-08-14T19:19:42.727-05:00

I leaned over to wrap my arm around comfort and instead turn to see my bleeding heartThere it is on the pillow beside me...crushed and pumping with struggleThough I try to heal it and bring it some comfort my fear remainsI lose my confidence and faith that it will surviveComfort of words and even that brand new First Aid kit does nothing for this

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Tomika Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529044764884243613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25462689.post-36194196088962951222011-03-13T16:18:00.012-05:002011-03-15T03:22:24.813-05:00

It's the words you useThat hurt and cut so deepThey make the sky turn from blue to greySticks and stones may break my bones, yesBut it's your words that make my bruises permanentIf you love me so rightWhy do I scream at nightI'm in love with you butYou don't see all the damaged you've caused in meI've been committed, devoted, believing and loving youWhat comes before or in place of meWhen I feel

Tomika Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529044764884243613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25462689.post-56239565721104650612011-03-12T01:40:00.012-05:002011-03-15T02:09:01.007-05:00

So I shut my eyes as tightly as I couldBelieving it would stop the tears from fallingOpened my eyes a little and the hope of having anythingslipped right from my handThen it became evident from the tears that fell endlesslyThat my pillow was the only thing that could carry the pain that I was releasingI slowly and undoubtedly crumbled insideI saw it in his eyes that things had fallen

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I've seem to run across this coldness before in my homeNever has it been so clear since the day you stepped out the doorYou were here on several occasions, the last time was more recent (thank you for the memory)Your presence and energy was warm and far more memorableI had become numb to the chill within these wallsForgot how good it felt to be in the presence of youI counted on artificial

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I want you to kiss me in that center of my lower backCurl my toes like pinwheelsRaise the hairs on the back of my neckI want you to kiss me in that centerListen to my body trembleFeel the goosebumps you've made feel like leatherKiss me where my skin shows and doesn'tBecoming right as well as wrong but very sweetVivid thoughts rage, streaming alive and wellBecoming those things never to

Tomika Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529044764884243613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25462689.post-53274383470751154282010-12-10T22:03:00.007-05:002011-01-10T22:16:37.530-05:00

in the midst of he and I talking on the couch about a recent netflix movieI said "yeah I sure know how to pick 'em"well instead of saying yes, you sure do, he thought he raise his leg and hit me in the arm but somehow ended up getting me right in the eyeI didn't understand- I was confusedWhat in the world, LOL.

Tomika Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529044764884243613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25462689.post-90053002230162014002010-12-10T10:27:00.005-05:002010-12-15T10:20:39.312-05:00

Things in the past month or so have been going well. Things have been renewed and I am moving forward. I'll write more to this post before the week completes itself. Until then... Stay uplifted.So much for me getting to this before the week ended huh. That is okay though, for this it is.Things have been on the up and up. In this process, I have learned that people should not be rushed to conclude

Tomika Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529044764884243613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25462689.post-76244059420667782492010-10-28T12:04:00.000-05:002010-10-28T12:04:36.859-05:00

I was hopeful in saying there would be more to comebut I foolishly spoke when things weren't thriving"Animal Cracker Short Stories" has fulfilled it's purpose. Thank you all for staying posted and being a part of this with me.I thank the one who enabled these stories to develop and flourish- without you, these stories would have never hit the surface. I love you always.

Tomika Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529044764884243613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25462689.post-84809435716024267362010-10-28T11:17:00.008-05:002010-10-28T22:28:04.564-05:00

It's been a few months now and I still wake up with a pain in my chestMuch better now than before after the necessary restSo tired now of placing the blame, it became my fault tooI take responsibility- you see My Dear, I was listening to youListened to all the tear stricken conversations Dealt with the emotional toilIt was much easier to be proud, share thoughts and laugh But the torment, torture

Tomika Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529044764884243613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25462689.post-86933054209845728942010-08-23T16:25:00.004-05:002010-08-25T23:09:07.632-05:00

During the dayI became a solider covering and hiding my pain when night fell, like the day, friends and loved ones left and there I was, alone with my thoughtsI crumbled and like broken glass, the pieces sat nearly transparent awaiting for me at my pillow so that when I laid my head down,glass would pierce my skin and I'd bleedThe pillow became a place for remindingI wanted to forget

Tomika Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529044764884243613noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25462689.post-53671291671079871272010-04-30T22:16:00.003-05:002010-10-28T12:02:23.363-05:00

It took so much for me to fall for youso much convincing within myself to actually go through with itand after I finally did, there was no returning for meas long as the truth remained graystarted to have feelings for youthen asked one too many questions that led me hereto this emotional stategray is no longer graynow clear as watermore apparent as black and whitefeel bad that I miss you so

Tomika Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529044764884243613noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25462689.post-6362031069351229362010-03-15T23:20:00.005-05:002010-03-15T23:28:11.921-05:00

There are 3 (yes, three) short stories in the works. They will be here in the next month. Key words to look out for; window, water and wild animals. Hope all remains well. It's been a long time coming. Your wait shall soon be over. Until then, make cotton "the fabric of your life." Ha.

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Tomika Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529044764884243613noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25462689.post-81570678750683946312009-11-12T14:38:00.010-05:002010-03-14T02:25:45.222-05:00

Tomika Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529044764884243613noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25462689.post-14815523105060074392009-10-01T18:21:00.007-05:002010-03-14T02:14:52.826-05:00

I am with you right here todayand the next and all the days followingHere is my declarationYou are the only one I ever think aboutThe last person I think of before I go to sleepAnd the first thing on my mind when I wake upI can say we've been through some thingsWe've seen good and better daysWe've had some sleepless nightsOur pillows have shared the load of our painWe push and demand truth and

Tomika Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529044764884243613noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25462689.post-84543727383897112182009-09-29T17:28:00.001-05:002010-03-14T02:26:08.975-05:00

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Tomika Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529044764884243613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25462689.post-9130882168091932682009-09-10T17:36:00.005-05:002010-03-01T13:22:08.527-05:00

Tomika Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529044764884243613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25462689.post-38916504758435373202009-09-03T17:58:00.004-05:002010-03-14T02:17:44.378-05:00

Upcoming Animal Cracker Story- El Dia en la Hacienda

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I wake up, take a moment to breatheThen start to conquer the jealousyThe one living between myself, I and meIts never disclosed outside of meIts been buried deep deep down in meBecoming insecurities I don't want to believeLike a hand squeezing the life out of meI toil seeing, saw, seen the best of weHope that you can forgiveIt wasn't meBlame Saint Sinner, Innocent, Captivationand Schlong for

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it had been a long day. we were hot and sticky. two combinations that don't mix well around your significant other. but somehow, we were managing.  we were in the living watching the tube. he'd been complaining about an awkward smell. so there i was sniffing around for this strange smell. underarms- nopemy feet- nopemy you know what- haha, nopeperhaps the trash can in the kitchenor the kitchen

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it was mid week, no special day really, a mid week like any other i suppose except for the act of me slipping on the bedroom rug.i was upstairs in the bedroom walking around in my underwear. went in the bathroom to the shower and turned the knob on. while waiting for the shower water to get warm, I went back into the bedroom to get some clothes to change into afterward. In the process of getting

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I "waste" my time to hear your voiceOnly to receive a phone call wishing me goodnightA needle to the heart every timeWhy do I allow the disappointmentDoes it ever seem to hurt enough to beg for differenceIs what my heart will askAnd if it were I, as it has been many timesI could never muster up the strength to let you goOr to shun you away because of my exhaustionRather, I will wake up late into

Tomika Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529044764884243613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25462689.post-70045824076875954312009-05-21T23:11:00.006-05:002010-03-14T02:18:33.052-05:00

Alright, here is the situation...He has this massive collection of amazing books whenever pople come to the house and see this collection, they get interested and want to borrow the book... Okay, so what he'll do is create a list of books that are out of "the library," books on loan if you will. Nevermind that I'm the love of his life, he'll do the same thing to me. If I want to read a particular

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I made my attempt tonight to resist the yearnIn the essence of you my bed blanket and pillow did the callingRequesting to do things that we dare not do or mentionPromising myself to you I turned awayWithout hesitation or resistance it became more determinedIn the essence of you my bed blanket and pillow did the callingRequesting that it hold me and keep me warm in your absenceI fell deeply

Tomika Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529044764884243613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25462689.post-23051863312154497392009-05-12T18:57:00.013-05:002010-03-14T02:18:33.053-05:00

We came home one evening, tired from all of our running around. With the exception of all my tiredness I walked in and set my bags down on the kitchen table. I walked into the kitchen, turned the faucet on, reached over to the bottle of soap and poured a little of it into the palm of my left hand. While the testing the water with my right hand, I placed both hands underneath the water and began

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every time i look at you i can't ever seem to get enough of youtalking about the way you walk, talk, smile or breathe when you sleepyou give me the best of you, speak truth even if it leaves me bluereturning with confidence, confirmation and assurancethat then emphasizes the reason i gave my heart to you in the first placethis love thing between you and i fell into slow paceso instead of pushing

Tomika Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529044764884243613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25462689.post-26467421006665606562009-04-30T18:39:00.003-05:002009-04-30T18:51:25.217-05:00

I have to apologize to you fans for the delay and absence of the posts for the past two weeks. No excuses- tomorrow is my first day off, so besides my relaxing, I will provide you with the postings from the past two weeks as well as another one- on the house.  Thanks again for checking in with Twisted Wishes via the Animal Cracker Short Stories.  Any questions or comments email me- tomika.elise@

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Tomika Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529044764884243613noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25462689.post-82777275949918056082009-04-21T09:00:00.012-05:002010-03-14T02:18:33.053-05:00

His reaction to the Mr. Brainwash print!!! Only because he deserves nothing less than the best because he's that damn good to me!After my birthday passed in January, I started thinking what I could get him. And even though his birthday wasn't until April, I wanted to make sure that whatever I got him was super.It had been months on end of him telling me how much in love he was with the artist Mr

Tomika Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529044764884243613noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25462689.post-39677218772531382042009-04-20T11:00:00.002-05:002010-03-14T02:18:33.054-05:00

...from last week: I found out that my baby indeed holds a gene that sets him apart with the Wolverine species. But what I didn't know was that every time he and I kissed, he was passing bits and pieces of the gene to me. O my gosh- Now, it looks like I'm apart of them too.This Animal Cracker Short Story Coming Tuesday May 12th.Don't get cut now.(animal cracker stories)

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Tomika Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529044764884243613noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25462689.post-34357766007300276442009-04-17T22:08:00.004-05:002010-03-14T02:15:53.923-05:00

Forget about everything elseNothing but you and I matter herePush everything else out there in the atmosphereThere's no more holding your breathDistractions have disappeared, now you can breatheUnlike excitement and disappointment tugging for sidesI give you neither; I give you complacencyA place where I leave no room for you to worry or fearAnd suppose those things existedbecause it's only human

Tomika Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529044764884243613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25462689.post-756908052560490652009-04-14T09:00:00.011-05:002010-03-14T02:18:33.055-05:00

We arrive home from a long winded afternoon. So we get settled in and start looking at tv. Sugar dumpling takes off his socks then stands up to take off his belt. I thinking o shoot! What is he doing. After seeing my face he laughs and asks me not to be shocked and that he's just going upstairs to get in the shower. In the meantime I make myself comfortable on the couch. There I am, flipping

Tomika Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529044764884243613noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25462689.post-32568678488144556842009-04-07T10:30:00.008-05:002010-03-14T02:18:33.056-05:00

So, we walk in the house from dinner, but I do know that whatever I ate didn't sit well with my stomach. I got home and sat down to settle my stomach murmurs. After about fifteen minutes on the couch, I realized that is wasn't doing a darn thing for me. I figured, my stomach was just full so all of the unsettling would pass. I made my way upstairs to get ready for bed. I get in the hot steamy

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I got called out on my love for you that day-That day I was in the back yard working on a paintingBy that time, you had been gone for some timeFunny, you were only up the street taking photographsEven still hours had past as I started to miss youAs I stayed steady on my task, a good friend kept me co.While in conversation, I kept my drum on the sounds around me(I thought I heard a car door shut)

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Your voice is the most soothing and comforting sound to my drum. It's something to look forward to even after 5 min since we've last spoken to each other.Your voice has a calming affect that settles and fosters in my mind.Your lips are as soft as body butter on fresh showered caramel skin and sweet as cinnamon sprinkled on triangular fruit filled pastries. I could caress your lips with my own for

Tomika Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529044764884243613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25462689.post-69089435777715684412009-03-31T10:28:00.005-05:002010-03-14T02:18:33.057-05:00

The time frame was Christmas. He and I aren't really big fans on the whole idea but on my behalf, I wanted to give him something he wouldn't forget. A few weeks earlier (December 5 to be exact) there was a show at this fab place called the MKT. MKT was a place that had a bunch of graphic tees, cool ass kicks, its own arrangement of weird toys for us adult kids and an assortment of books (mostly

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to lick-verb 1. to pass tongue over the surface of, as to moisten, taste or eat: to lick a spoon clean.2. in other words; to ice cream my face: to make extremely wet without notice.Its a Friday afternoon and we're sitting on the couch watching some program on television. While sitting there we get into the whole cuddling mode and boy is it nice. I get up and sit myself facing forward on his lap.

Tomika Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529044764884243613noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25462689.post-73964555973902026072009-03-17T09:00:00.006-05:002010-03-14T02:18:33.058-05:00

It has become our mantra in most unvarying cases to pray between 0720 and 0736. At this time of morning he is on his way to work while I am just waking up or in the process of making the bed. I thought everything was going pretty well this morning until he did the unthinkable-me- "Heavenly Father, thank you for all that you do for us though we may not deserve it. Thank you for allowing us to get

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Picture this- A fall night in Charlotte, NC. It's gallery crawl night in Charlotte's uptown art district. The weather is on the nippy side, but who cares- the galleries were loaded. | This was my first "big" opening as a professional artist... I began walking around, observing how the crowd responded to the work hung on the chalk white wall. As I gasped in glory at this moment, folks crowded in.

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I'm standing at the kitchen sink washing dishes. I suppose the meal I made was good, at least I didn't hear any complaints. He is in the living room looking at t.v. He comes in the kitchen with his glass. I'm thinking he's going to refill on whatever he was drinking and then leave. Instead he puts his glass on the counter, walks behind me, puts his hands around my waist and kisses me on the cheek

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me- (waiting to get in the shower) about time! him- o please. (he walks out)I close the bathroom door and jump in the shower. I stand there and let the water beat on my skin like hands on a drum. While I'm there enjoying my moment, I get interrupted by no other than the Hollywood Negro himself. Clap off- the bathroom grows dark. I step back to the shower wall (lots of room to back up right?!).

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him- you better watch out!me- ha! for what? you not gonna do nothing!him- i'm known to be the biggest prankster.me- yeah okay and if you do anything, it will mean WAR!So- there I am getting ready to take a shower. Excited about it and everything. I get in- (where did that boy go?) I lather up some good soap suds... have to get these toes... (still don't hear any noise outside of the bathroom-

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So I wanted to try something new- a short story series of my life and the one who domesticates himself in it. With the permission from the most remarkable man in my life, I decided to capture the perks and most hilarious moments of our relationship in hopes of bringing forth honesty to the phrase, "good times." Inspired by him and a very precious comic by cartoonist Liz Prince, I bring to you my

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Honey dip wrap you hands around my hipsKiss me softly and desire more than my lipsLove me strong, love me deepAlmond our bodies and watch me sleepI thank God for bringing me to youI thank Him for the Now and what he plans to doYou have me and I'm not going anywhere.

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I've been happy many times beforeBut none gave me the freedom to beFullfilled the way you make mePerhaps I was scared in the beginningTo give myself with my predictingBut letting go allowed me to see your heart's integrityMy walls fell down, I was nakedFor you and the whole world to seeAfter our first initial conversationMy mind was made up, you had me

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it comes when i think of youout of the air or from under the rootsgives me a throbbing feelingthere is no warning or easeit comes and its damagingnearly or just as painful as my soulwhen you took it away and raped itthere is no befriending youbecause i don't won't to be mad at you-for the foolish shit you didback and forth between she and iguess i wouldn't figure it outover and over againfor the

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wish you would come and save mebut i know you won'tbecause today you are in mexiconext week you'll be in fijiand while the pain is achingi will be here in the same placefor today or even next weekwaiting for youthough i know you won't come

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Today is suckyand I am miserableI have no one to talk tonot even you because truthfullyI know you won’t listento the same storieswith the same concern and frustrationSo I am alonefor the umpth-teen time againNot even the four walls I sit intalk to meThey stare at meand I stare backPerhaps they would talk to mebut today is suckyand I am miserable.

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made me fall in lovehow I was feelingleft in the coldtold you twicescared of loving youdon't think about usfoolish heartdrowning while saving youwont let youback into perspectivescared of the truthi'm not scaredfilled with blueimpossible tasksgiving inwalk on waterscared they wont like menot sure of-too much to askmake it quickless painful than beforesurviving the experiencescared to trymaking it

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Im packing all my thingsLooking to get out of hereCity way too small to walk inIm about to quit my jobPursue my freewill dreamsHave to get far from hereI have big plansCan't let another moment passIm going to prove to youI wont be the one sitting aroundWaiting for the beat of the drumIm going to pack my bagsWon't be turning my head to look backI'm taking full advantageTattoo my body with

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You become a habitThe more I have, the more I needYou are the strings on my guitarThe slightest touch or flirtSupplies a delightful acoustic fusionAddicted to your energyYou please me mentally and emotionallyYour smooth dark chocolate coffee skinIs a sweet gaze of satisfactionYou become the impossible taskFor them to accomplishBut I conquer loving youYou become kryptoniteThe way you leave me

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23rd-Slowly but surelyTrue selves came quick to lightFound it hard to believeMust have been inevitable25th-Flag after flag was ignoredClaimed love and happinessStill I stayedMust have been inevitable26th-We dwindled awayEmotions powered on you left me emptyAnd that was okayBecause truly it was inevitable

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not knowing-it sounds so negativeirritating not knowing the good or badyou don't want to talk about it (right now)leave me with the idea of the conversationwhere could it lead or endfixated on wondering-you know when you told metold me we needed to talkmy heart fell into my lungsmy emotions cut themselves out of mei sat there a little dismemberednow knowing-now that i know what it iswhat it is

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One day I will comeWill come from these prison wallsAll of your demanding will have fadedNothing will matter no moreAfter you see how I have conquered you I will break freeYour damaging rules and concrete restrictionWill crumble and fall at your feetYou will not win this victoryIt was never yours to winYou sought to control my moveYour pride made you blindWhy would you try to tain a wild horseYou

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listen to the wordslosing yourselfall i wanted was lovegiving upsomething newletting goallowing timelove you betterseven twenty4taking timejust like watertransparencyconfrontationalways on my mindwhen you are nearkissing in augustpersistenceresistancethe way it isbright lightsgreen shadesjuxtapose thiswhat happened as a resultwhen you happened to me

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he tells me that there is no waybut I know there is something beyond this boundaryhe poses himself to be the greatest man alivesee I know that he isn't, actually far from itfingers find their way to a lovely sound, cords being pulledattempting to cover old and new bruiseskissing away tears knowing they will come againhis goal is to keep me dependentsays I can't do without being independentwho is

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I reminded you of herat first perhapsthe beauty she heldthe place she hadattached like vellum and inksomething close to completenow i'm that she for youbut something you actually needa meeting with youunder first impressionsone conversationled me into your worldtrying my best to resistbecause i knew it was a mustbut you took meand you knewi'd follow you easilyany word you did or didn't saywould

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SisterI know it feels like I've been avoiding youIts my fault for not keeping in touch with youI know we're suppose to be there for one anotherI haven't been doing my part, I have no excuseSo here I am, truth out on the tableSisterAdmitting that I know I've been wrongI'm going to make a changeGoing to display the importance of youYou're my favorite little big sister in the worldI'd die if I ever

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(listening to alicia keys: lesson learned)its been so longyou've made me happy beforesad moments saturated the better onesi've fallen out of love with youyou've asked me to trust you,knowing in my heart I barely couldbut i did...again and again and againi gave you all my trustdare you do the same for meWe are so done right nowDon't know how I stuck with this so longI was the one for you and you

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i claim that you are no good for valid reasons-yell at me in front of people as if i were your child-snap at the drop of a dime over trivial things-get mad at me when I point out your weakness-come home smelling like you just walked out the bar-beg me to stay, but give me more reasons to leave-stay in bed until it is the hottest outside-say you'll get up to work tomorrow-give excuses as to why

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23rd-We made a vow to love weYou blow my mindI think of you constantlyYou’re in my headCan’t erase the memories we’ve made-25th-Your smile intrigues meI cannot stop staring at youThis is not my normal meI go insane, but it’s good thoughYour eyes-26th-I felt that I fell in loveBut do or I I know I’m notYour eyes take me away, your staresLook at you making me like thisYou are beautifulCan’t seem to

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See how far we've comeHow much have we grown from thenHas it been worth your timeDo you feel its been worth mine?Feel that you think I whine a bit than your used toAnd if that be trueI ask what you would ask meWhat now and what will you doWould you leave for my bickering?Love be damned for thisI wouldn't be here had I not fallenDo I dare damn the existance

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August 29, I write.Kow that I am New OrleansNot too long agoa cancer of some sort hit meIt began silently and built up quicklyBefore anyone knew it, I was sinking,all of my vitals were failingI called on surrounding siblingsof AmericaI wasn't worth their time to invest in.Dear Siblings of AmericaFine government that you areWhere were you when I needed youWhy were you not protecting meI was here

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I supply you with words like thesenoting your enjoyment in an eclectic meSatisfaction awaited fulfillmentEmbedded energy awaiting to be freemoments with you are irreplaceablewhen I think of walking away, I can'tHeroin, that's youpull me back in with invisible persuasionI become a doped up addictcan't enough of your loving' and comfortExciting casualties make me selfishI didn't want to give inbut

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Tell me what it is about youThat's got me going insaneEvery time when I'm around youI love the chemistry we makeWho would've ever thoughtThat it would be this wayThink about you constantlyCan't get you out my headYour mind and being are gorgeousYou make me do some "crazy" thingsYou claim you are the victimNow you know that's not the truthI'm wild, no, no, noI'm reservedI attmept to hide but it

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-Things are so different nowI'm doing big things, moving forwardScared and intimidated of whats ahead-Out here on my ownNo one person to push meConcentrated and focused on one center-Filled with determinationFilled with something to proveFilled with enough faith to carry me through-I want it badlyI can see it clear as dayAnticapating graduation day-This moment was timed perfectlyHE knew my mind

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I think of you oftenAnd I start to miss youMemories of you and I are likea rusted nail cemented into rotten woodI feel lost and I often times want to call youMy pride, my stubborness won't allow me toThought I was free of you, but I'm notDo you think of me anymore, often?Am I completely erased from your head...

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Be carefulTheres a shooter on looseHis charge is that of a bullIt can prompt conclusion to your thoughtOr contribute to a shift in directionRethink, rethink, rethink you will doHe's bold and sassyWith his preference and selection of idiomWhat is said might be truth but it burnsBe careful what you sayHe is keen and he's fleet-footed with his wordsSHOOTERI let too many words to lapsus

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I woke up this morningYou were on my mindCan I have all of youYou make me smileAll of the timeI can't help it when I talk to youWhen your not aroundYou're still Mr. AvailableI love that about youO sugar youGot me wrapped like a vine to a fenceDon't you know what you doI went outsideSaw the bright blue skyStarted to thinkYou miss meJust as much as I miss youAnd though its hardly saidI think its

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She is my most adorable, wonderful , spirit-filled, slightly filled up with about 6% of the drama queen outfitShe is beautiful in her wayShe and I have gained a bond that is noticeable among manyShe reads my non-verbal communication as if it were a restaurant menu; I'm that easyI read into her emotions, I know when she's upsetI know when she wants to talk,I know when she thinking to deep into a

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The time has come for us to partMove on from herePlant a seed for new beginningI want to winWith nothing to hold me downThere is something more for meSomething I can seeI've been showered with blessingsI'm clearing my mind to receiveRemoving all the cobwebsThat clouded my sightSomething from within told meTo give up the fight I was fightingIt was straining and exhausting meBut no regretting the

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Did you find what you were looking forMade sure you had all of your facts togetherPut your psychology voodoo on meCatch me, Catch me in a lieYou read past what you really shouldFinding clues to decipher this worded mapCan I just be who I amWithout questioning my reasoningWhy does it have to be about some one elseShould it always be untold storiesI provide you with enough to subside the

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My peopleWhy do you turn to closed doorsHow far will you goHow far can you getTurn to me, let me explain lifeKnow who you areDon't be who you aren'tBE the most originalBE your own leaderYour own deciderAllow not the screen to ruleTo rule your perceptionAllow it not to influence youIts not so importantLove you more than what others might giveSing your own tunesForm the difference in your lifeMy

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Excitement filled my faceYou saw I was happy by looking in my eyesAnd you were rightI love being with youAround you, underneath you, on the phone with youLoving you hurts, and I'm thinking we were a mistakeBut I can't help gazingConstant daydreamingHow can it be ignoredWanna run away with youNo one must know about usThe box in which are feelings and thoughts resideIs starting to over flowYou and

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Come here boyLet me let you knowI am about to rock ya worldYou think you know what your getting intoSpare me, cause you know nothingGot your eyes glued to thisDon't fool your self with anticipated faded talentWhisper a few details in ya earGoosebumps take control of youAs my lips slightly touch your skinFeel your body overcome with excitementDon't know what I haveWaiting in store for youSwing my

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I'm scaredDon't know how or what when to sayHow do I move you?Move your mood in my wayCan I make things work in favor of me?Can't really express myselfTell what I should doHow do I make you feel meOr do you already doWhy not let me know?Tell me when to stopI look back on the day I saw your faceA beautiful being stood in front of meEverything became a breezeThings were moving smoothlyGot a chance

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The actual name for it was 280 Catamaran Super SonicBut I had to give it a less flashy nameSpace Shuttle was still cool and folks knew what it wasThere were only 5 made throughout the whole universeDidn't want Spartans of Space to think I was one to show offSo, Space Shuttle stuckI remember the timesI was cruising on air over heated concreteI mean, the wheels on the red and white express weren't

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Eyes get heavyThoughts of you clutter my mindPromise myself to bring myself to level groundCan't tell you all of my thoughtsSome have to remain safeI would like not to get hurtLimbs become numbStretch and the needles move along the wayStomach feels emptyIt's almost midnightIn some sense, it is normalWhat happens next with usBacking offProviding you with an adequate amount of spaceExpectations of

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So traditionalWhy don't you changeChange stubborn ways you holdSeek adventureWhat's your greatest fearCould you possibly enjoy lifeYou choose to be this wayI pray you remove yourselfDemanding you areWant everything on your timeLife isn't just about youThe circle moves onLoosen upCherish was has been givenBless the air you breatheAccept me as your ownLet insecurities dissipateFulfill yourself with

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Conversation fell somewhere between the cracksBuried itself in earth's corePhotographs at one point deserved their frameEmpty frames now sit without purposeJournal entry type memoriesSalted by ignoranceMade our way under each other's skinAnd that was okay thenNothing had to be said or expressedWe had one another in an emotional straitjacketGratified communication drew emptyNot enough depth

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Here I amRiding this part of my lifeWaiting to break freeI am here to service onlyCooking and cleaningWhatever is askedI have no preferenceNor perspective hereYes ma'amYes sirI am here at your hand and footGod grant a visible pathHelp me to surviveThe journey is longLife for me has become weakMy soul has struggled to carry meTime and time againWhen will it all surpassI have no sayMy duties are my

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In the Bill of Rights under the First Amendment it clearly states:Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances.Bill in Congress makes it a crime for pastors and churches to

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Make you thinkChange your mindConsider another routeSee me hereIn your viewBlind your notMake me newSing to meWith your moodUnexplainable feelSmall notionsBig differencesObvious attractionCool breezeNothing heated, yetEasy flowThoughts of youConsistentScared youNo intentionQuestion your own wishesLet them be twistedWhat do you wantFleshy momentsWould it be enoughQuestion the satisfactionPie or

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Every time I do thisI get messed upWhat the hell was I thinkingMy hopeful thoughts keeps me sinkingMoments, priceless momentsFirst time for everythingLook at you notice meAbsorb my thoughts without me knowingHow could he knowHow can he seeI'm acting out of CharacterIt was nothing moreNothing more for meJust an experience for me to liveMy nose is runningI'm filled with irritationDamn, I really

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I miss youWe met in the parkI watched you as everyone around gave you admirationI soon knew then I wouldn't be able to live without youI remember when I used to listen to you on the front porchYou would speak to mePresent words that I understoodPresented words that changed my traditional perspectivesYou read me like a book, knew me like the back of your handYour story, your rhyme was my story,

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I want to have a moment with you to share what has been on my mind. I want to share these intimate thoughts with you because I want us to both be aware, because you are my dear friend. Let us not hide from one another our silent emotions or fears, but explore them to help us understand each other more clearly. This photograph is to represent our friendship, no matter what form or shape we take to

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Think it was an automatic jump offFlying of positive vibes every whereOccasional conversations, really really good conversationsNothing ever too much, but uh...Real smooth and free flowing type conversationsLaughing out loud, he makes me smileI think he might know these thingsMaybe I make my self obviousOr notI say its nothing, and maybe it is nothingJust good ole friends getting togetherI see

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I remember you trying to convince me to come back to Charlotte so that we could get up with one another. I fought with myself that night trying to figure out what to do. I stayed put that night with the reminder of you leaving the next morning to head back home. It burned me up inside and out. I let you go back home and to think I was only an hour away from Charlotte. Regretting it, disappointing

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You sexy thing youWalk into my life with,your gorgeous smileI think of you oftenI think of a probable futureDon't know what it isThat has me caught up like thisAlways on my hipMy #1 on speed dialTell me what you doStrung out on youYou make me singYou make me flyMy heart flutters when I see youI explode with emotionAnd don't know what to doWe stick together likeHoney and a beeNeeding each other on

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