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A Million Bees

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*To be interpreted as a song.

It happened all so quickly.

Chest to chest,

and our eyes on fire.

We lock in and

stare awhile.

My instinct is to breathe

inside you,

and set us ablaze.

Hand in hand,

I’m lost now.

I’ve forgotten how 

to exist.

The passion has swarmed 

me like a million bees,

and with each sting,

I’m set free.

We’re burning and we’re free.

How blissful of a state to be.

We’re burning and we’re free.

How blissful of a state to be.

It slowed down so quickly.

Time stood still,

and our grip grew tighter.

We lock in and

kiss awhile.

My instinct is to be

inside you,

and set us ablaze.

Lips to lips,

I’m lost now.

I’ve forgotten how 

to exist.

The passion has swarmed 

me like a million bees,

and with each sting,

I’m set free.

We’re buzzing and we’re free.

How blissful of a state to be.

We’re buzzing and we’re free.

How blissful of a state to be.

Heart to heart,

I’m lost now.

I’ve forgotten how 

to exist.

The passion has swarmed 

me like a million bees,

and with each sting,

I’m set free.

We’re burning and we’re free.

How blissful of a state to be.

We’re buzzing and we’re free.

How blissful of a state to be.

Walk Away

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Pregnancy insomnia? Found a solution.

Just like the last poem, the first four lines came to me in a soft ballad-like tune. I think my baby is bringing out the musical side in me lately! Unlike the last poem, however, I sang every word while I wrote this one. It is intended to be a song, and a comforting one at that. I hope you enjoy this beautiful, and incredibly relatable, piece.

Cheers!

Baby, walk away with me.

It’ll be the last thing we do together.

Baby, walk away with me.

Promise it’ll all get better.

___

I’m just tired of the fights,

all the sleepless nights,

questioning who’s right,

and those painful cries.

___

Once, you were my best friend.

Thought I’d be your partner ’till the end.

Our love was something others couldn’t comprehend.

And when we fell, I rose to defend.

___

Baby, walk away with me.

It’ll be the last thing we do together.

Baby, walk away with me.

Promise we’ll both be better.

___

I’m just tired of the lies,

and all the empty whys,

questioning our tries,

and losing what was mine.

___

Once, we shared the best laughs.

We could be ourselves; no masks.

Our love was so strong, thought for sure that it would last.

And when I sank, you were my life raft.

___

Baby, walk away with me.

It’ll be the last thing we do together.

Baby, walk away with me.

Promise you’ll find another.

___

Our time has come for goodbye.

I’m scared if we wait any longer,

we’ll leave hating one another.

Let’s walk away out of love.

Let’s walk away with our trust.

Let’s walk away… it’s a must.

___

Baby, walk away with me.

Let me give you one last kiss before I leave.

Baby, walk away with me.

We’ll be better for this…

For this…

I believe.

White Light

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Haven’t written a song for all of you in quite some time. Lately, I’ve been addicted to the spoken word style type of poetry.

Enjoy my latest *explicit* creation: White Light.

WHITE LIGHT 

V1: 

What a fucking massacre.

Watching blood drip off of her.

I know she’s in pain,

and I’m the one to blame.

V2: 

What a fucking massacre.

Her heart is torn in two.

I know there’s not much time,

until I watch her turn blue.

Chorus: 

What a fucking disaster.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Is sorry even enough?

I know her battle was tough.

But, I stayed silent,

‘cause I liked it.

Now, there’s no turning back.

I killed for the last laugh.

Bridge: 

Do I sound cruel to you?

She cut me too.

Mutual destruction;

we put on quite the production.

Two people who just wanted out…

But, I grew impatient,

and look what’s happened now. 

*Chorus* 

V3: 

What a fucking massacre.

A big bloody mess.

Hear both sides, then tell me

if it was an accident.

*Chorus*

National Domestic Violence Hotline: 

1-800-799-7233 

Jink

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It’s time.

Jink: a sudden quick change of direction.

Writing a song for this blog. I filmed myself on my laptop while writing this. It took 40 minutes. This is an anthem for me. I make “quick changes of direction” often. I am glad I do. Watching the video back, I am able to witness myself singing words straight from my heart. Words that I’m sharing with all of you. I’m happy I documented it. Here is my song, Jink.

Enjoy.

JINK

V1:

lying down on the bed,

another restless night

am i better off dead

how can i still fight

those battles I’m losing

the choices I’m choosing

will it settle my mind

will i sleep tonight

V2:

bottle of pills in hand

all the doubts are clouding

drift to a better land

my smiles are frowning

nauseous by the facade

time is low on the clock

have no time for pouting

time to make it stop

Chorus:

happy in the light, no one sees the dark

making all the appearances

joking over the seriousness

i can’t lie anymore

i can’t force open the door

asking for help is never my answer

always the advice

but it spreads like cancer

living in denial

living in fear

living in spite

of the loved ones i hold dear

i can’t help the feelings that i have

i can’t help that your help makes me mad

makes me mad

V3:

you don’t live through this

you just can’t understand

and now my pain is bliss

from drugs in my hand

should i go and swallow

my poor heart is hollow

is quitting really grand

tonight the pills drop

*Chorus*

V4:

i’ll pray another day

in the morning i’ll wake

there’s still fight left in me

it’s all up to me

one day i’ll become free

maybe it’s not the way

drugs shouldn’t be my escape

tonight i am safe

tonight, i am safe.

i am safe.

National Suicide Prevention Lifeline: 1-800-273-8255

Until next time,

Lo.