what are we fighting for?
our words curled into furious fists of fuss and toxic tongue trysts
and unfurling into a whirlwind of thrusted insults , cussing bliss
as a rain of fluid wrists renders clear whispers into blistered lisps
eclipsing what was once our love, now fighting to exist...
Do we debate on whether or not we should revitalize affection?
or castrate contemplation of our love's resuscitation
as hate gestates within our belly, patience gasps in strangulation
while grasping for the fleeting thoughts of calm and contemplation
we stumble from the acid blows of verbalized rejection
borne of stagnation, neglect and suspect handling of respect
capitulation of self-esteem amid explosions of pin-burst dreams
exposing undetected mine fields of reclining fear and bloodied streams
of wounded pride while trying to hide the spies of spite that fester inside
as thorned petals of our little white lies adorn the wall of growing despise
the guilty-plated bullets bore through the core of our foundation
yet packed within the cracks are hopes of love's rejuvenation
Are we protesting the ending of this entire situation?
Or are we battling for the birth of individual salvation?
and unfurling into a whirlwind of thrusted insults , cussing bliss
as a rain of fluid wrists renders clear whispers into blistered lisps
eclipsing what was once our love, now fighting to exist...
Do we debate on whether or not we should revitalize affection?
or castrate contemplation of our love's resuscitation
as hate gestates within our belly, patience gasps in strangulation
while grasping for the fleeting thoughts of calm and contemplation
we stumble from the acid blows of verbalized rejection
borne of stagnation, neglect and suspect handling of respect
capitulation of self-esteem amid explosions of pin-burst dreams
exposing undetected mine fields of reclining fear and bloodied streams
of wounded pride while trying to hide the spies of spite that fester inside
as thorned petals of our little white lies adorn the wall of growing despise
the guilty-plated bullets bore through the core of our foundation
yet packed within the cracks are hopes of love's rejuvenation
Are we protesting the ending of this entire situation?
Or are we battling for the birth of individual salvation?
posted by nikki at 7:05 PM
2 Comments:
Sounds like my last relationship!!
What can I say....I think you are a very talented young woman!! You write beautifully, you inspire me to the upmost!
**bowing to your excellence**
Keep on going sista!!
~Smooches~
Yeah Nikki, you are good. You should consider publishing. I can hook you up with the link of who I was published by, it is in between self-publishing and regular publishing.
I decided to start on my next book. A little different though this time.
Let's do something together, a guy girl tag team. I will email you.
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