April 2013 – Page 2 – mentalnotes1

Isn’t life a gift?

Eyes left burnt with smoke filled tears

Killing them with love

Needing validation from some man

Any man

Wanting to be someone’s biggest fan

While my mind ran wild

Reminiscing about the boys I was attracted to as a child

The excitement that ran thru me was too intense to describe

There was this one particular guy that gave me this awfully strange vibe

And yes!

I was wide open for him

With his big back and size 9 brown Tim’s

He said, with his dark juicy lips

I stood there with attitude with my hands on my hips

He said

“girl you so pretty I just had to let you know, can I take you to dinner or maybe a show”

I was mesmerized by his smooth dark skin

My defenses wanted to say no but I knew the softness in me would win

I went home nervous and filled with fear

My heart wouldn’t stop pounding and on top of that I had absolutely nothing to wear

There was a war going on in my mind that my heart wasn’t trying hear

I decided to call him and tell him I couldn’t go

He picked up the phone, I guess caller ID and said, please don’t tell me no

I was in a panic could this really be

Could this handsome man really like me

We went to dinner and of course a show

I wasn’t sure what to expect I really didn’t know

I stared at him gently and thought

I don’t know how anyone can tell this man no

Women they stopped and stared

I cut my eyes at those broads like don’t even dare

This man was handsome and OH SO FINE

And just for tonight Mr. Chocolate was all mine

The men they whispered

“Dame she’s a dime”

He tipped the waiter and said

“Bring us the finest wine”

The restaurant was nice and yes full of talk

I got up and excused myself with my oh so sexy walk

The men they eyed and said dame who is she

My midknight turned around and said.

“Oh she’s with me”

We laughed and talked and got to know what each other liked

I was so nervous ‘cause everything felt so right

Meanwhile I was filled with fear

The night was almost over and I was really, really scared

Was he like the others would he try to get me in his bed

He looked at me, said goodnight, and kissed my hand instead

That was really different, that I couldn’t take

All thru the night my thoughts I would awake

This man had me shook with his manly ways and his oh so serious look

There came a day he said

“We need to talk seriously”

That was the day I said yes and became his wife to be

Remember in the beginning when I was tempted to say no

Well it’s been 25 years and I’m glad he made me go

Imagine 25 years with just one man

I’m proud to say he still loves me and I’m still his biggest fan

Here I am again a character in Grimms World (: if you haven’t read any of these journals about a dude called Wall Grimm I suggest you do it is very interesting. I am Melody based on “My Avatar” series Poetry form.

I wrote this poem with Sage at http://sagedoyle.wordpress.com/ in order to help Hasty celebrate her first year of blogging, http://hastywords.wordpress.com/2013/04/09/help-me-celebrate/

Congratulations Hasty!

We moved through the dark

Like mist unseen

Dimming the visions

Blinding, serene

And yesterday I cried

Because..

Our love was mangled between this mist

As the fog caressed my burdened hips

Where we stood on unsolid ground,

The sound

Of words screeched through your lips

Beyond the fields, side by side

Empty of remorse

Full of pride

Hiding from what appeared to be a goodbye

But was the beginning of a break through

I want to taste you

And even pride won’t keep me from this hunger

I was reaching for a dream

A figment of my imagination

I was reaching for love and pillow talk

I was reaching for arguments and make up sex

I was reaching for long walks and holidays together

I was reaching for surprise parties and baby clothes

I was reaching for a dream

A figment of my imagination

I was reaching for you

The music’s still playing as her feet walk out to the sea,
At the fringe of a life time, as her lips whisper to the breeze,
Does the world turn this calm, or’s it the slow rush of the sea,
Follow me out here, follow me deep

http://seanbidd.com/2013/03/26/beyond-the-dry-grass/