This is a segment of a poem I'm working on. Hopefully the finished product will be revealed soon.

Last night, I cried in hopes that God would
Carry my tears and allow then to shower
On you expectantly
But I know it doesn't work like that.
I hoped that thunder would rumble loud enough
To overshadow my emptiness.
Nowadays, that's all I ever seem to hear.
I wanted lightening to strike in a way that
You'd lose your memories and come back to me
And clear these dark skies.
I long to feel the sunshine caress my face again.

Try Being One

You call yourself a lady.

Profess like nobody’s business

That you deserve nothing less

Than a gentleman.

And yet
It seems as though

The ones you get to know

Can’t get the hint.

The only guys you end up with

Are on the bottom end

You are fed up with the fact

That

No one can see how much of a “lady”

You claim to be on the daily.

That all they care about is sex

And they could care less

To see whats above the bedspread.

Easily,

He must be blind

Right?

And its infuriating,

But I understand.

I understand that

Your lividity

Stems from the way

He fails to recognize

The worth beyond your thighs

But honey,

He is not fucking you for your mind.

And its

The most you could ask for

When shorts play peek-a-boo

With your backside

You

Blind-side his will from wanting to know

What lies on the other side

With the fact that your

Self worth that only runs

Thigh high

I’m sure you didn’t allow

His respect of you

To be based on

By how far your legs spread so

Yea

Maybe he’s the issue…

It’s

His fault

that you wear your

Shirts low

And your

Skirts high

And then he

Has the nerve to

Tell you that you could never be

His wife.
What?
He must be out of his mind!

After all, you are a lady.

So much in fact that you

Take the club with you

From work and school

Just to watch ‘em gravel and drool

Only to feel dogged out and

Misused.

I’m not saying that guys should use

The way we dress as an excuse

But ladies,

We have to part take in some

Of the blame too

That is

If you really call yourself a lady

Planet Earth

The skies are blue living in a world with you.

Our innocence together placed in it clouds of white.

The way you light up my day hangs the sun,

Yellow in the sky.

How our love has grown plants the grass all around.

 Yet the tears make up the seas,

Tossing back and forth with the wind that whistles our words.

Where the trees sway back and forth,

filled with the leaves of our memories. 

Positive

I thought that I would still have the time
To get it together
That is, until i saw the lines.
I lay bottomless on the basement
Floor.
Nothing to shield my body from
The burn of cold cement but
A worn blanket.
He looks at me from across the
Room, eyes devouring innocent flesh,
Visualizing deviant desires
Of how he would handle "my first time"
Caressing me in the dim light
As if he really meant it
Even though I knew he didn't
I was on my own.
No, this can't be,
Alone in a Bathroom Stall
Two lines,
Tears,
And blissful teenage dreams
Begin to fall.

©Danie Rae

Breathless