You crushed me.. Hurt me.. Deserted me.. with your love.. Just don't lie .. Close your eyes.. to something you know nothing of.. Stop pretending .. You need mending Needing space. To much on your plate.. When I know .. You just lie.. Close your eyes.. to something you know nothing of.. Afraid of good byes.. Afraid of your own lies.. Afraid to end up alone.. Afraid to lose what you own.. Stop deceiving.. In your own lies believing.. Closing your eyes.. Telling your lies.. about something you know nothing of... You think you know me.. Or maybe you just won't.. You are afraid of what you know.. Scared of what you don't.. So you go on.. believing and deceiving.. Not caring it is my heart you are leaving.. So as you buried my heart.. No funeral .. No grave.. Not a single word do you say.. You just left me Deflated.. Feeling hated Not a chance to debate it.. Simply.. Excommunicated .. From your life.. You just closed your eyes.. Believed your lies.. about something you know nothing of.. Me.. It's me.. you know nothing of.. Your fear ... is the cause.. You close your eyes.. Tell yourself your lies.. over something you know nothing of.. Simply cause your afraid of love.. ..............something you know nothing of!
I did read the old post...but thanks for pointing this one out to me Erica!!
Love Tinka
Reviewed by *********** ********** (Reader)
Reviewed on August 29, 2003
Excellent flow....and you truly make yourself heard with this very well written piece!!
Ty Erica.....Dani
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on August 29, 2003
Deep and powerful write.
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on August 29, 2003
Erica, it looks like we are both in a foul mood this morning. Sometimes people don't realize that what they say can effect others deeply. The words may be completely innocent, but the one who is hurt may read all kinds of things into them; especially when he/she is bi-polar like me. Your friend Bill
The pace was awesome,it raced as a flush of anger,I felt it burn,this poem really stirred up the adrenalin ,it was exciting and oozed power.Definately a ten out of ten poem.
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep
Love Tinka
Ty Erica.....Dani
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May Lu a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
excellent poem, so profound! Great job.